TANTALIZING TALES PROMPT NO. 2

Bar Scene

“Come here,” he said, his hands on her hips.

Joely walked into the bar and looked for Taghe. That was her routine since she had moved to the city. She worked from home as a freelance writer, and to break up the monotony she came to the bar to have an early dinner and a couple of drinks.

Taghe had adopted her, spoiled her really. He fed and gave her drinks practically free or completely free as they became friends. When she was off work, she would sit at the bar all night talking to him.

People sometimes thought they were together but it was not like that. He was her best friend since she moved and she liked to spend time with him.

Today, when he emerged from the living quarters part of the bar — he lived there too, there was a beautiful woman with him. Joely had never seen him with a woman before and felt her eyes widen before she smiled at her friend and the woman.

The woman was nice and smiled at Joely before she gave Taghe a peck on the cheek. Joely looked away.

“Joely,” he said in his thick Irish brogue that did things to her. Before she established they were just friends, she would hear his voice especially when he said her name and it was like a tornado of desire whirled around inside of her.

Now she was calmer, but his saying her name soothed her.

“Hi Taghe,” she tried to be at ease, but she was not sure she succeeded.

“You okay?” he asked, looking at her quizzically. “You seem off today.”

“Fine,” she gulped. “I’m fine.”

He stood in front of her and the scent of his cologne and the sight of his muscles was a hard cocktail for her to swallow. She had never felt like this before or had she always felt like this?

“Katie is my sister’s friend, fresh from Ireland. She stopped by to have a chat. I have not seen her since I moved.”

“Sweet,” she said, as he studied her. Joely felt beads of sweat pearl on her temples.

“There is nothing to be jealous about,” he said with a smile and walked away.

“No one is jealous,” Joely said with false bravado.

He turned and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Your eyes were wide as saucers when she came out with me.”

Embarrassed he noticed, Joely shrugged and served up more bravado.

“I see the same people over and over, she was a new face.”

“Joely,” he said and the tornado inside her escalated from desire to pure lust. “You know that this is what you wanted? I’ve wanted you since I met you, but you just want to be friends.”

Joely was wet and he had not even touched her.

“Taghe,” she said without looking at him. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He took her hand, and she held his tentatively. “The bar does not open for another two hours and I can open late…come with me.”

Joely followed him downstairs to the basement where he lived.

“Come here,” he said, his hands on her hips. “Show me I have not been imagining this all of the time. That you want me too.”

Joely’s parched lips were moist immediately as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Taghe pulled her close to him and the slant of his mouth offered a hungry kiss and a grunt she was not expecting.

His kisses were like a sweet assault as his hands pawed her. Joely had craved him for so long. His roughness was smooth and satiated her basest desire.

His body was there for exploring as well, she licked and kissed his nipples when he took off his shirt and he pushed her to the wall. He looked her in the eyes as his finger slipped inside of her and Joely cried out. She wondered if he had any questions that she wanted him when she was this wet?

Upstairs, hours after the bar opened and closed, Joely realized she had not buttoned up her blouse back properly. She had been behind the bar, exchanging tender gazes with Taghe for the rest of the night. Fixing her blouse, he held her hand.

“Lass, leave it,” he said thickly.

She did.

This is my second Tantalizing Tales story written for this brilliant prompt, with a sexy story written by Posy Churchgate!

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