The Original Loser

He knew her too well already, the brush of his fingers through long golden strands making her knees more than just a little weak. “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me on the bar, but I guess that is probably a bad idea right before what’s definitely going to be a rush once the shovellers are done.” Tongue lodged into one cheek, she smiled softly and lifted onto her toes to brush the tip of her nose along the line of his jaw, peppering her lips along it until she could catch his with them. “Maybe sometimes I just want you to kiss me.”

Long before she heard him, Penny felt him. Like a magnet the draw he had on her was a palpable thing, lifting the hairs on the back of her neck as if they were lifting to reach for him. Lips curling into a coy little grin, she turned back to him with and glanced down at her armful. “I think I’m okay, though, I mean unless you mean with other things.” Shooting him a playful look, Penny added a little sway to her hips as she sauntered toward the bar. Maybe the only person already in shorts, the short frayed ends of the cut offs sliding up as she did to reveal the bottom edges of the bruises which were at their darkest. 

“I could mean that...if you wanted me to” He grinned, his eyes moving to closely watch the swing of her hips, the grin widening as he spotted the bruises he had left on her skin. “Looks like those’ll be fading soon....might need to refresh them.” He noted nonchalantly as he moved behind the bar, starting to put bottles up. He made a point as he reached around her, to let his fingers brush against her hip. “I don’t anticipate much business tonight.”

“Anything.” Voice strained with her heat, she leaned into his hand about her neck, groaning deep in her chest at the sharp pull to her hair and the press of teeth and lips to her skin that sent the most delicious echo of pain through her entire body. “Fuck.” Gasping the words one leg lifted to link around one of his while her arms wrapped around him to grip onto him with digging nails through the fabric of his shirt. She just wanted to feel something other than the frustration of keeping herself from him and in that moment his attention was absolutely the most delicious thing, her knees weakening already and threatening to give up their hold of her.

“Most people are sleeping, you’re fine.” Voice little more than a whisper she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, though her hand closed around his as he finally took it. “Just some place more private.” Leading him out through the now dark kitchen and out a side door to the hallways, it only a few steps until they were in the locker room for the pool. Door closing, she turned toward him and stripped her shirt off before leaning over to lock the door they’d come through. “Now I can be as loud as I want.”

“That’s just what you do to me.” Lifting her head to glance around as if she’d be able to see through the curtains that cut his little cubicle of a space off from the rest, and then teasingly slid from him and his bed. Holding out a hand to him, her pupils were wide as dinner plates but also already glazed over with lust. “Come on… I found a place I want to show you.”

She’d known he’d respond. From the first time he’d taken her there on his desk she’d had a hard time keeping her hands off of him, especially when the snow ran rampant through her system. Biting down on her lower lip to stifle the noises that just his lips on her skin was enough to nearly illicit, nodding her head as her hand played with the waistband on his pants, teasing slipping beneath but not quite doing it just yet. Instead, she pulled back enough to capture his lips hard and deep once more. “I wanted this so bad. I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

She was quiet for a minute. “That sounds awesome.” She smiled at him again and she wasn’t sure if the smile was meant to be reassuring for him or for herself, but she was glad for the dark of the night, considering her pale skin was almost definitely reddening. She hated that. She would have loved to perfect a poker face, but her complexion had other thoughts. “Im a terrible student though. Fair warning.”

She shook her head. “No, I havent.” She hesitated for a minute, like she was about to spill some big secret, and then continued with “I’ve actually never seen snow. Like….real snow. I grew up here in Cali, and Dylan and  have been on our own since we were really little. We lived in our car for most of adolesence. So We never got to do that kind of thing.” She looked towards him and grinned, clearing the air of any downtrodden feeling. “Probably good though, I’d break an ankle for sure.”

“You were?” Dylan cocked an eyebrow. A small smile on her lips. “I’m definitely free right now, but are you sure you wanna close up early? What if it starts up?” Her elbows leant on the counter, and her head in her hands. “What would you like to do?”

“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll make up for whatever I could’ve made next week during Christmas” He shrugged and rubbed his hands on his pants. “I don’t know, what do you wanna do?”