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Title: Untitled
Author: ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: OFC/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic (to the best of my ability) sex. Unprotected sex and No beta.
Disclaimer: This is FAKE. Mikey Way belongs to himself and his wife. If this was real, I would be at a Starbucks every damn day so this could happen to me. Also Mikey is the master of poker face. He doesn't smile as much as I wrote here. Also i know NOTHING about Starbucks.
Summary: Working the night shift at a starbucks does pay off.
“Are you sure you can’t go?” Julie’s voice flowed out of Karina’s cell phone, a slight whine apparent in her tone.
Karina smiled at the request, happy that she was wanted by Julie’s side at the party, but the smile quickly faded when she glanced down at her hand and saw the dirty wash cloth. She sighed heavily; sure that Julie heard it on the other line.
“Yes, I’m sure. Paul just gave me an extra shift to work tonight.”
Karina rolled her eyes at the name of her boss. This is why she needs to stop being nice to people. Show an ounce of kindness and your boss is piling on an extra shift onto your workload just so he can go on a date. Fucking bastard.
“Why would anyone work a night shift at Starbucks?” Julie asked. “Who the hell needs coffee at eleven at night anyway?”
Karina shrugged her shoulders as if Julie can see her.
“I don’t fucking know. That’s why I’ve been avoiding the night shifts.” Karina started to wipe down the counter with the wash cloth as she waited for Julie to reply.
“Well, the party ends at three so get your ass over here when you close, okay?”
“Of course, Jules,” Karina smiled. “I’m wearing my party outfit under my apron right now.”
“Okay. See you later.”
Karina hung up and placed the cell phone in her green apron pocket. She cleaned the counter for a few more minutes before her arm started to get tired. She sighed to herself as she leaned on the newly cleaned counter and looked around the empty coffee shop. It just didn’t make sense to her. Why would a Starbucks be open until one? Why would you only have one person working the night shift? Why did she agree to work when she had plans that night? Things are just a fucking mystery.
The mellow sounds of a piano soon reached her ears and she rolled her eyes at it. She does like working at Starbucks, it brings in money she couldn’t get anywhere else, but the music they play drives her insane. The smooth jazz that played from the computer kills a small piece of her every time she listens to it. She grabbed her purse from a small drawer underneath the counter and dug out her iPod. She went into the back room and plugged it into the computer, hearing the speakers change from Norah Jones’ piano to Fall Out Boy’s pounding drumbeats.
She sighed, this time out of relief. She rested her iPod beside the computer and started to walk back to the front of the store. Before she could, she stopped in front of door length mirror. Her brown hair, that was washed and styled yesterday, was being smothered by her green starbucks hat. There was a thin but visible line of black eyeliner over the light blue eye shadow she wore. Her lips were glossed with some sticky pink lip gloss. Her green apron was covering the blue blouse and black mini skirt she picked out for the party. She even wore heels! She rarely wears heels.
She shrugged at the mirror as she walked to the front of the store, humming along with the music that was playing and screamed out in fear when she saw a man standing out in the counter, waiting. The man seemed to jump at the sudden scream, scared himself.
“I’m sorry,” Karina apologized, laughing under her breath with a hand over her beating heart. “I just didn’t you would be there; wasn’t really expecting anyone.”
The man in front of her grunted a reply. Strands of his bleached blonde hair fell over the front of the dark sunglasses he still wore indoors. She stared at him for a few seconds, noticing that his pale cheeks were spotted with red dots and that his lips were dry. Karina shook off the image and stood in front of the register.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?” Karina repeated the mandatory greeting all Starbucks employees learned.
The man cleared his throat, moving his head to the side showing off his brown roots transitioning to blonde.
“Can I get a regular coffee? Milk; three sugars, tall.”
His voice was rough and raspy as if he had been yelling. Karina eyed the man in front of her carefully before punching in his order on the cash register.
“That’ll be $5.64.”
The guy plunged his hand in his jacket pocket. He frowned deeply when he took out his hand and produced nothing. He patted himself down, checking his jacket and jeans pockets.
“Shit!” He whispered. “Sorry. I must have left my wallet at her place.”
He started to walk towards the doors of the store before Karina called out. “It’s on me!”
The man turned his head to face her. “Really?”
Karina nodded. “Yeah. You look like you need it.”
The man’s lips twitched at the corners, seeming to repress a smile. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I really do have to stop being nice to people. Karina thought. She smiled at him before he took a seat. A fast paced song sounded through the speakers and Karina found herself mouthing the words as she made the guy’s coffee. When she was done with the coffee maker, she noticed that the guy had his head smothered into his hands at his seat, his shoulders quivering up and down. Karina walked quietly around the counter and walked toward the man’s table.
She set down his coffee in front of him and cleared her throat to make her presence known. “Sir, are you okay?”
She gently placed her hand on his back. The man looked up, his sunglasses falling over his eyes once again when he let his hands fall from his face. His cheeks were now wet and an even deeper red than before.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
His voice cracked and Karina assumed that he was crying before he had entered the store. Karina sat down in a chair beside him, sliding a few inches away, giving him some space.
“I just want to help.” She said softly, staring intently at the man’s brown roots, blonde hair, and strong jaw bone. She knows she can’t go back to work while he’s crying. He turned his head to look at her.
“Why do you want to help me?”
Karina shrugged. “I’m a nice person I guess. I could blackmail you into telling me because I did get you a free coffee.” She smiled.
The man chuckled and took off his sunglasses. “Okay, I’ll tell you just because of the free coffee.” He smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee not once noticing the shocked look on her face.
‘That’s Mikey Way! It’s Mikey Way right beside me! I gave Mikey Way free coffee! Mikey Way is going to talk to me about his problems!’ That was the only thing Karina thought of, the sentences yelling and echoing in every nook and cranny of her mind. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip to keep in her excited yelp.
“Excuse me for a second.”
Karina excused her self and ran around the counter and into the back room. She quickly unplugged her iPod from the computer. She did not want a My Chemical Romance song to pop up and have Mikey think she was a groupie of his band. She was just lucky with her last celebrity encounter, Spencer Smith. No one knew that they were going to end up having sex in a bathroom so Karina just wanted to try her luck with Mikey.
She walked out of the backroom and sat next to THE Mikey Way. She took a deep breath and spoke. “Sorry, didn’t want the music to interrupt us.”
He nodded in understanding, taking another small sip of his coffee. He sighed before turning his head toward to Karina.
“I don’t usually talk about my problems.” He confessed, his fingers running through his hair.
“Now is a good time to start.” Karina shrugged.
Mikey chuckled and her heart melted. “True. True.” The smile on his face slowly disappeared, a frown taking its place as he stared directly into his coffee. “My wife is leaving me.”
‘YES!’ Karina cheered in her mind but her facial expression did not change.
“Oh Wow.” She breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know I just met you but I feel like she’s giving up on a good guy.” Karina saw Mikey smile again.
“You’re sweet.”
“I try.”
Karina urged Mikey to continue talking about his problems. About an hour passed and both Mikey and Karina were laughing at some joke he had made. With their laughter dying down, he realized something.
“I can’t believe I never asked you your name.”
“Oh,” Karina lifted up her apron, showing him her black and white name tag. “Karina,” She beamed. “And yours?”
“Michael but call me Mikey sweetheart.”
Karina blushed at his pet name for her. “Alright Mikey.” She said his name out loud for the first time since she had recognized who he was.
They stayed in silence, just smiling at each other. It came as a shock to Karina to see Mikey shift his body toward her and press his lips gently onto hers. She was stiff at first, surprised by the sudden action but once she realized what was happening, she relaxed and kissed him back. She parted her lips, her tongue begging for entrance into his mouth. When he let her in, his tongue battling hers for dominance; she resisted the urge to cry out in joy.
His left hand found her cheek and his right hand found her thigh and it slid higher until the ringing of his phone filled the air. Mikey hesitated to pull away from the kiss.
“Fuck.” He muttered to himself but Karina had heard it. “Sorry.”
He frowned as he sat back in his seat, taking out his cell phone from his pocket.
“It’s her.” He told, snarling at his caller I.D. Karina nodded and felt a wave of guilt hit her. She watched Mikey stare at his ringing phone, glaring at his soon-to-be ex-wife’s name.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” She asked, worried at the lack of movement he was portraying. Mikey looked at Karina and then back at the phone. He placed the phone down and answered her question. “No.”
Immediately after the words left his mouth, his lips were back on hers, this time more forceful than before. A moan escaped from Karina before she could stop it. Mikey smiled and pressed harder against her, lifting himself off of his seat. Karina let Mikey guide her, leaning back as he leaned forward and in a second, her chair tilted back and both fell onto the floor. They both started to laugh once they saw where they ended up. Karina looked up above her to see Mikey staring down at her. Looking into each others eyes, they both knew what they wanted and Karina nodded for him to continue.
Mikey started to kiss Karina’s neck, sucking, biting, and nibbling at any piece of dark flesh he could see. His hand slid up Karina’s thigh, soon feeling the cotton of her underwear and the elastic bands as he snapped them against her skin. Karina moaned as Mikey brushed his fingers against her clit above the cloth, feeling her wetness seep through. Mikey felt himself growing, his erection straining against his fly.
“Mikey,” Karina whined, her eyes shut and hands gripping Mikey’s arms. “Fuck me, please.”
Mikey’s veins pumped with excitement as he saw the girl underneath him beg. He hasn’t touched anyone but his wife and that was over a few months ago. He quickly unzipped his pants, his erect penis poking through his boxers. Karina watched Mikey pull down his underwear and she did the same, throwing it over her head, not caring where it landed. Catching her off guard, Mikey kissed her at the same time he plunged his fingers into her. Karina let out a small lust filled scream, arching her back to meet Mikey’s fingers.
She groaned when Mikey pulled his fingers out of her, suddenly missing them. Mikey smirked at her noises and kneeled in front of her, lining up his dick with her slit. Grabbing her hips, Mikey slid his way into Karina slowly, pulling back out at the same delicious speed.
“Ooooh….” Mikey moaned, loving her heat and how tight she felt around him.
“Fuck.” Karina cursed, her hands now gripping Mikey’s wrists.
She rolled her hips and raised them to meet Mikey’s thrusts. She let out a grunt as Mikey quickened his pace just a bit. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the store but the volumes of their moans and grunts bouncing off of the glass windows were much greater.
“Faster Mikey! Faster!” Karina pleaded, the grip on his wrists getting much tighter.
Mikey stopped his thrusting and leaned down to kiss her gently. Even though she was breathing hard, Karina kissed back just as softly, showing him her affection toward him rather than her lust. With their eyes closed and lips locked, Karina felt the floor disappear beneath her and Mikey’s body through her apron. Mikey’s hand slid down her back and rested against her ass cheeks and squeezed. Karina moaned into his mouth when he did and bit his bottom lip when he lifted her up from her ass and slid her back down onto his cock.
“Yes!” She cried.
Mikey smiled to herself, cheering in victory. He grabbed her by the hips and started to thrust upward while Karina helped and started to trust upon him. Faster and faster, Mikey’s pace quickened with every pounding, both of them arching their backs to get pleasure from every single angle. Moaning rang through Mikey and Karina’s ears as their climax started to raise deep within. Karina rolled her hips every time their skin pounded against each other causing Mikey’s climax to reach to an all time high.
“Fuck.” He cursed, panting as his pace lessened. “I’m about to come.” He warned.
He laid Karina on the floor again, getting at least three more thrusts in before pulling out of her. She laid there; panting as Mikey reached up to a napkin dispenser on a table, took some napkins and came into them. He cursed as he did and balled up the napkins to throw them away. He turned his attention back to the girl on the floor.
“Aw sweetie, you still haven’t come yet?” Mikey asked sweetly, nibbling on her neck and lips while his hand ghosted over her clit.
She shuddered at the sensation and nodded at his question.
“You want me to make you come?” Mikey asked, his voice low against her ear, his hot breath prickling her skin.
“Yes please!” She whined.
Karina swore that her hips had a mind of their own; they lifted themselves to encourage Mikey to enter her, wanting him. He dipped his fingers inside of her, feeling her juices and rubbed the outside of her lips. Karina’s breathing had become heavier, panting as Mikey rubbed continuously.
“I just want you to do one thing.” Mikey said, watching Karina writhe in pleasure in front of him as the pad of his finger slowly circled her clit.
“What?” She moaned, her eyes shut tight and her teeth biting down on her lip. He pressed his lips to the outside of her jaw before speaking.
“Scream my name when you come.”
He smashed his lips on top of hers as two long fingers slipped into her. His thumb lightly swiped at the sensitive dot of flesh as his fingers slid in and out at a fast tempo. Karina rocked her hips against his fingers while she and her Mikey battled for dominance with their tongues.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkk!” Karina stretched out the word as she arched her back. “Oh Mikey! Fuck yes! Mikey!”
Her orgasm vibrated through her veins, pleasure ringing out to the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Mikey pulled out of her and watched her enjoy her orgasm. He shifted from his laying position so that he was now keeling in front of her again, pulled up his pants, and rose to his feet. He reached down, holding out his hand and helped Karina up to her feet. Her skirt and apron fell into place, covering her once naked body. She started giggling, high on endorphins.
Mikey smiled at her adorableness and kissed her lightly. Karina returned it and groaned when Mikey’s phone rang again. He gave her an apologetic smirk. He reached over the table and grabbed his phone to check his caller I.D.
“Oh, it’s my brother. I have to take it.”
Karina nodded in understanding. She turned on her heels, looking around the coffee shop for her underwear. She found it and slipped it on, blush rising to her cheeks. She walked around the counter, leaning against the hard surface, watching the thin man talk on the phone. Mikey smiled at her when he caught his gaze.
“Gee, I’ll call you back.” He hung up and walked toward the girl he just had sex with. “I think we went a little fast there.” Mikey stated, looking at Karina. “Think we can backtrack a bit?”
Karina smiled at Mikey. “What did you have in mind?” She trailed her finger around his collar bone.
“Getting your number?”
Karina took out a pen and a napkin and scribbled down her number. Taking the napkin, Mikey pressed his lips to hers once more. Karina melted and was giggling when he pulled away.
“I have to go and meet my brother. He wants to talk about this whole…” He waved his arm around, creating a big circle.
Karina smiled. “Yeah, well, call me when you get a chance.”
Mikey gave her a quick smile before calling his brother and heading towards the door. Karina called out one last time before he left.
“Hopefully Gerard can help you with Alicia!”
“Hope so!”
Mikey was about three blocks away when he remembered he hadn’t mentioned his brother or wife’s name to her.
Author: ruthiestump a.k.a me. :)
Pairing: OFC/Mikey
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Graphic (to the best of my ability) sex. Unprotected sex and No beta.
Disclaimer: This is FAKE. Mikey Way belongs to himself and his wife. If this was real, I would be at a Starbucks every damn day so this could happen to me. Also Mikey is the master of poker face. He doesn't smile as much as I wrote here. Also i know NOTHING about Starbucks.
Summary: Working the night shift at a starbucks does pay off.
“Are you sure you can’t go?” Julie’s voice flowed out of Karina’s cell phone, a slight whine apparent in her tone.
Karina smiled at the request, happy that she was wanted by Julie’s side at the party, but the smile quickly faded when she glanced down at her hand and saw the dirty wash cloth. She sighed heavily; sure that Julie heard it on the other line.
“Yes, I’m sure. Paul just gave me an extra shift to work tonight.”
Karina rolled her eyes at the name of her boss. This is why she needs to stop being nice to people. Show an ounce of kindness and your boss is piling on an extra shift onto your workload just so he can go on a date. Fucking bastard.
“Why would anyone work a night shift at Starbucks?” Julie asked. “Who the hell needs coffee at eleven at night anyway?”
Karina shrugged her shoulders as if Julie can see her.
“I don’t fucking know. That’s why I’ve been avoiding the night shifts.” Karina started to wipe down the counter with the wash cloth as she waited for Julie to reply.
“Well, the party ends at three so get your ass over here when you close, okay?”
“Of course, Jules,” Karina smiled. “I’m wearing my party outfit under my apron right now.”
“Okay. See you later.”
Karina hung up and placed the cell phone in her green apron pocket. She cleaned the counter for a few more minutes before her arm started to get tired. She sighed to herself as she leaned on the newly cleaned counter and looked around the empty coffee shop. It just didn’t make sense to her. Why would a Starbucks be open until one? Why would you only have one person working the night shift? Why did she agree to work when she had plans that night? Things are just a fucking mystery.
The mellow sounds of a piano soon reached her ears and she rolled her eyes at it. She does like working at Starbucks, it brings in money she couldn’t get anywhere else, but the music they play drives her insane. The smooth jazz that played from the computer kills a small piece of her every time she listens to it. She grabbed her purse from a small drawer underneath the counter and dug out her iPod. She went into the back room and plugged it into the computer, hearing the speakers change from Norah Jones’ piano to Fall Out Boy’s pounding drumbeats.
She sighed, this time out of relief. She rested her iPod beside the computer and started to walk back to the front of the store. Before she could, she stopped in front of door length mirror. Her brown hair, that was washed and styled yesterday, was being smothered by her green starbucks hat. There was a thin but visible line of black eyeliner over the light blue eye shadow she wore. Her lips were glossed with some sticky pink lip gloss. Her green apron was covering the blue blouse and black mini skirt she picked out for the party. She even wore heels! She rarely wears heels.
She shrugged at the mirror as she walked to the front of the store, humming along with the music that was playing and screamed out in fear when she saw a man standing out in the counter, waiting. The man seemed to jump at the sudden scream, scared himself.
“I’m sorry,” Karina apologized, laughing under her breath with a hand over her beating heart. “I just didn’t you would be there; wasn’t really expecting anyone.”
The man in front of her grunted a reply. Strands of his bleached blonde hair fell over the front of the dark sunglasses he still wore indoors. She stared at him for a few seconds, noticing that his pale cheeks were spotted with red dots and that his lips were dry. Karina shook off the image and stood in front of the register.
“Welcome to Starbucks, what can I get you?” Karina repeated the mandatory greeting all Starbucks employees learned.
The man cleared his throat, moving his head to the side showing off his brown roots transitioning to blonde.
“Can I get a regular coffee? Milk; three sugars, tall.”
His voice was rough and raspy as if he had been yelling. Karina eyed the man in front of her carefully before punching in his order on the cash register.
“That’ll be $5.64.”
The guy plunged his hand in his jacket pocket. He frowned deeply when he took out his hand and produced nothing. He patted himself down, checking his jacket and jeans pockets.
“Shit!” He whispered. “Sorry. I must have left my wallet at her place.”
He started to walk towards the doors of the store before Karina called out. “It’s on me!”
The man turned his head to face her. “Really?”
Karina nodded. “Yeah. You look like you need it.”
The man’s lips twitched at the corners, seeming to repress a smile. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I really do have to stop being nice to people. Karina thought. She smiled at him before he took a seat. A fast paced song sounded through the speakers and Karina found herself mouthing the words as she made the guy’s coffee. When she was done with the coffee maker, she noticed that the guy had his head smothered into his hands at his seat, his shoulders quivering up and down. Karina walked quietly around the counter and walked toward the man’s table.
She set down his coffee in front of him and cleared her throat to make her presence known. “Sir, are you okay?”
She gently placed her hand on his back. The man looked up, his sunglasses falling over his eyes once again when he let his hands fall from his face. His cheeks were now wet and an even deeper red than before.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
His voice cracked and Karina assumed that he was crying before he had entered the store. Karina sat down in a chair beside him, sliding a few inches away, giving him some space.
“I just want to help.” She said softly, staring intently at the man’s brown roots, blonde hair, and strong jaw bone. She knows she can’t go back to work while he’s crying. He turned his head to look at her.
“Why do you want to help me?”
Karina shrugged. “I’m a nice person I guess. I could blackmail you into telling me because I did get you a free coffee.” She smiled.
The man chuckled and took off his sunglasses. “Okay, I’ll tell you just because of the free coffee.” He smiled at her and took a sip of his coffee not once noticing the shocked look on her face.
‘That’s Mikey Way! It’s Mikey Way right beside me! I gave Mikey Way free coffee! Mikey Way is going to talk to me about his problems!’ That was the only thing Karina thought of, the sentences yelling and echoing in every nook and cranny of her mind. She dug her teeth into her bottom lip to keep in her excited yelp.
“Excuse me for a second.”
Karina excused her self and ran around the counter and into the back room. She quickly unplugged her iPod from the computer. She did not want a My Chemical Romance song to pop up and have Mikey think she was a groupie of his band. She was just lucky with her last celebrity encounter, Spencer Smith. No one knew that they were going to end up having sex in a bathroom so Karina just wanted to try her luck with Mikey.
She walked out of the backroom and sat next to THE Mikey Way. She took a deep breath and spoke. “Sorry, didn’t want the music to interrupt us.”
He nodded in understanding, taking another small sip of his coffee. He sighed before turning his head toward to Karina.
“I don’t usually talk about my problems.” He confessed, his fingers running through his hair.
“Now is a good time to start.” Karina shrugged.
Mikey chuckled and her heart melted. “True. True.” The smile on his face slowly disappeared, a frown taking its place as he stared directly into his coffee. “My wife is leaving me.”
‘YES!’ Karina cheered in her mind but her facial expression did not change.
“Oh Wow.” She breathed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I know I just met you but I feel like she’s giving up on a good guy.” Karina saw Mikey smile again.
“You’re sweet.”
“I try.”
Karina urged Mikey to continue talking about his problems. About an hour passed and both Mikey and Karina were laughing at some joke he had made. With their laughter dying down, he realized something.
“I can’t believe I never asked you your name.”
“Oh,” Karina lifted up her apron, showing him her black and white name tag. “Karina,” She beamed. “And yours?”
“Michael but call me Mikey sweetheart.”
Karina blushed at his pet name for her. “Alright Mikey.” She said his name out loud for the first time since she had recognized who he was.
They stayed in silence, just smiling at each other. It came as a shock to Karina to see Mikey shift his body toward her and press his lips gently onto hers. She was stiff at first, surprised by the sudden action but once she realized what was happening, she relaxed and kissed him back. She parted her lips, her tongue begging for entrance into his mouth. When he let her in, his tongue battling hers for dominance; she resisted the urge to cry out in joy.
His left hand found her cheek and his right hand found her thigh and it slid higher until the ringing of his phone filled the air. Mikey hesitated to pull away from the kiss.
“Fuck.” He muttered to himself but Karina had heard it. “Sorry.”
He frowned as he sat back in his seat, taking out his cell phone from his pocket.
“It’s her.” He told, snarling at his caller I.D. Karina nodded and felt a wave of guilt hit her. She watched Mikey stare at his ringing phone, glaring at his soon-to-be ex-wife’s name.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” She asked, worried at the lack of movement he was portraying. Mikey looked at Karina and then back at the phone. He placed the phone down and answered her question. “No.”
Immediately after the words left his mouth, his lips were back on hers, this time more forceful than before. A moan escaped from Karina before she could stop it. Mikey smiled and pressed harder against her, lifting himself off of his seat. Karina let Mikey guide her, leaning back as he leaned forward and in a second, her chair tilted back and both fell onto the floor. They both started to laugh once they saw where they ended up. Karina looked up above her to see Mikey staring down at her. Looking into each others eyes, they both knew what they wanted and Karina nodded for him to continue.
Mikey started to kiss Karina’s neck, sucking, biting, and nibbling at any piece of dark flesh he could see. His hand slid up Karina’s thigh, soon feeling the cotton of her underwear and the elastic bands as he snapped them against her skin. Karina moaned as Mikey brushed his fingers against her clit above the cloth, feeling her wetness seep through. Mikey felt himself growing, his erection straining against his fly.
“Mikey,” Karina whined, her eyes shut and hands gripping Mikey’s arms. “Fuck me, please.”
Mikey’s veins pumped with excitement as he saw the girl underneath him beg. He hasn’t touched anyone but his wife and that was over a few months ago. He quickly unzipped his pants, his erect penis poking through his boxers. Karina watched Mikey pull down his underwear and she did the same, throwing it over her head, not caring where it landed. Catching her off guard, Mikey kissed her at the same time he plunged his fingers into her. Karina let out a small lust filled scream, arching her back to meet Mikey’s fingers.
She groaned when Mikey pulled his fingers out of her, suddenly missing them. Mikey smirked at her noises and kneeled in front of her, lining up his dick with her slit. Grabbing her hips, Mikey slid his way into Karina slowly, pulling back out at the same delicious speed.
“Ooooh….” Mikey moaned, loving her heat and how tight she felt around him.
“Fuck.” Karina cursed, her hands now gripping Mikey’s wrists.
She rolled her hips and raised them to meet Mikey’s thrusts. She let out a grunt as Mikey quickened his pace just a bit. The sound of skin slapping together echoed around the store but the volumes of their moans and grunts bouncing off of the glass windows were much greater.
“Faster Mikey! Faster!” Karina pleaded, the grip on his wrists getting much tighter.
Mikey stopped his thrusting and leaned down to kiss her gently. Even though she was breathing hard, Karina kissed back just as softly, showing him her affection toward him rather than her lust. With their eyes closed and lips locked, Karina felt the floor disappear beneath her and Mikey’s body through her apron. Mikey’s hand slid down her back and rested against her ass cheeks and squeezed. Karina moaned into his mouth when he did and bit his bottom lip when he lifted her up from her ass and slid her back down onto his cock.
“Yes!” She cried.
Mikey smiled to herself, cheering in victory. He grabbed her by the hips and started to thrust upward while Karina helped and started to trust upon him. Faster and faster, Mikey’s pace quickened with every pounding, both of them arching their backs to get pleasure from every single angle. Moaning rang through Mikey and Karina’s ears as their climax started to raise deep within. Karina rolled her hips every time their skin pounded against each other causing Mikey’s climax to reach to an all time high.
“Fuck.” He cursed, panting as his pace lessened. “I’m about to come.” He warned.
He laid Karina on the floor again, getting at least three more thrusts in before pulling out of her. She laid there; panting as Mikey reached up to a napkin dispenser on a table, took some napkins and came into them. He cursed as he did and balled up the napkins to throw them away. He turned his attention back to the girl on the floor.
“Aw sweetie, you still haven’t come yet?” Mikey asked sweetly, nibbling on her neck and lips while his hand ghosted over her clit.
She shuddered at the sensation and nodded at his question.
“You want me to make you come?” Mikey asked, his voice low against her ear, his hot breath prickling her skin.
“Yes please!” She whined.
Karina swore that her hips had a mind of their own; they lifted themselves to encourage Mikey to enter her, wanting him. He dipped his fingers inside of her, feeling her juices and rubbed the outside of her lips. Karina’s breathing had become heavier, panting as Mikey rubbed continuously.
“I just want you to do one thing.” Mikey said, watching Karina writhe in pleasure in front of him as the pad of his finger slowly circled her clit.
“What?” She moaned, her eyes shut tight and her teeth biting down on her lip. He pressed his lips to the outside of her jaw before speaking.
“Scream my name when you come.”
He smashed his lips on top of hers as two long fingers slipped into her. His thumb lightly swiped at the sensitive dot of flesh as his fingers slid in and out at a fast tempo. Karina rocked her hips against his fingers while she and her Mikey battled for dominance with their tongues.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkk!” Karina stretched out the word as she arched her back. “Oh Mikey! Fuck yes! Mikey!”
Her orgasm vibrated through her veins, pleasure ringing out to the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Mikey pulled out of her and watched her enjoy her orgasm. He shifted from his laying position so that he was now keeling in front of her again, pulled up his pants, and rose to his feet. He reached down, holding out his hand and helped Karina up to her feet. Her skirt and apron fell into place, covering her once naked body. She started giggling, high on endorphins.
Mikey smiled at her adorableness and kissed her lightly. Karina returned it and groaned when Mikey’s phone rang again. He gave her an apologetic smirk. He reached over the table and grabbed his phone to check his caller I.D.
“Oh, it’s my brother. I have to take it.”
Karina nodded in understanding. She turned on her heels, looking around the coffee shop for her underwear. She found it and slipped it on, blush rising to her cheeks. She walked around the counter, leaning against the hard surface, watching the thin man talk on the phone. Mikey smiled at her when he caught his gaze.
“Gee, I’ll call you back.” He hung up and walked toward the girl he just had sex with. “I think we went a little fast there.” Mikey stated, looking at Karina. “Think we can backtrack a bit?”
Karina smiled at Mikey. “What did you have in mind?” She trailed her finger around his collar bone.
“Getting your number?”
Karina took out a pen and a napkin and scribbled down her number. Taking the napkin, Mikey pressed his lips to hers once more. Karina melted and was giggling when he pulled away.
“I have to go and meet my brother. He wants to talk about this whole…” He waved his arm around, creating a big circle.
Karina smiled. “Yeah, well, call me when you get a chance.”
Mikey gave her a quick smile before calling his brother and heading towards the door. Karina called out one last time before he left.
“Hopefully Gerard can help you with Alicia!”
“Hope so!”
Mikey was about three blocks away when he remembered he hadn’t mentioned his brother or wife’s name to her.