Bar Romance

She wipes down the last glass when he walks in. Alyssa knows the look. She hops the counter in one smooth motion and lands right in his lap. His hands go straight to her body, slow and sure. He peels off her top, lips closing around her nipple, sucking hard while his tongue drags across the skin. He drops lower, finds her feet, brings one up and runs his tongue along the arch. She watches him, breath tight, then pulls him up by the collar and sinks to her knees. She works his cock with both hands, takes him deep, tongue flat against the underside. He pulls her up, sits her on the bar, spreads her open. Two fingers slide inside her, curling just right until the first gush hits the wood and drips to the floor. He keeps going, relentless, until she shakes and soaks the counter again. She grabs his wrist, licks his fingers clean, then slides down to finish what she started with her mouth.