Oh hi Tom

The Stag was filled with its usual Wednesday night crew of townie drunks. While still cold, spring had started springing and the ski crowd had died down. The burly lumberjack hunk Tom was in his usual spot behind the bar, polishing a glass and looked grumpy. Quinn had put Tom in another “off-again” phase of their tumultuous hook-up schedule, but his eyes lit up as he noticed Lily strolling in and shrugging off her jacket.

Hopping onto the barstool directly in front of her friend and sometimes lover, Lily smiled and in a very bad British accent loudly proclaimed “Eve-nin barkeep, one pint of your finest ale.” The stoic bartender snorted, as close as he ever came to a laugh, and poured a pint of Lily’s favorite. “Good to see you buttercup, how you been?” The pair fell into light small talk, as it had probably been a month since they’d seen each other. Tom was an infrequent visitor to the Cedar Street house but tagged along with Quinn occasionally. Lily hadn’t sought him out on her own since that first time they’d fucked in the back of the bar, not because she had anything against him, but she’d been so engrossed with all her roommates and lovers it’d been a minute since she’d wanted to seek company outside her own home.

As the regulars trickled out of the bar and Lily showed no signs of leaving, Tom caught the hint of why she was there. He kicked the last two stragglers out, claiming an issue with one of the kegs he needed to clean, and before long the two had the place to themselves. Wiping down the bar and loading pint glasses into the minute dishwasher, Tom made short work of the clean-up. He didn’t rush himself, and Lily sipped her beer as she enjoyed the sight of his muscles rippling under his T-shirt.

Finally, Tom leaned on his elbows across the bar from Lily, his dark eyes piercing in the dim light. “Déjà vu buttercup. You want to finish that drink in the back?” Lily wasn’t the shy and nervous girl she’d been when she’d first met Tom. Closing the distance, Lily’s nose a fraction of an inch from Tom’s “Actually, not feeling that thirsty. I could go for getting fucked within an inch of my life and getting a ride home though.”

Another snort “Quinn taught you well didn’t she. Lock the door and get to the back.”

Once in the storage room, Tom didn’t waste any time. The big man picked her up roughly, his mustache tickling Lily as pressed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Lily wrapped her legs around his torso, losing herself to the kiss. The big man carried her over to the same table he’d first fucked her on all those months ago, depositing her on the edge as he began removing his clothes. Lily slipped out of her jeans and shirt quickly, never taking her eyes off the taut muscles of Tom’s chest. A thick layer of chest hair blanketed him, soon becoming the only thing between his bare skin and the cool air.

Tom surveyed his prize lying with her legs spread wide, appreciating the subtle curves of Lily’s body. A gleam in his eye, Lily raised her eyebrows curiously as Tom reached behind her to a high shelf. Producing a length of rope, he mimed raising his wrists- an action Lily immediately copied. Lily wasn’t sure how he tied them, but the resulting knots binding her wrists together were firm without cutting off circulation. Giving the ropes a test, she found that without her teeth or Tom’s aid there was no way they were coming off. Lily smiled mischievously “Tommy didn’t know you were a sailor” The man gave a rare smile, “eagle scout actually, some of it comes in handy.” Lily laughed at the mental image of the Viking warrior looking bastard in a beige boy scout uniform but was cut short as Tom yanked her sitting up with cord on her wrists.

A calloused hand gripped her chin, all distractions washed away as Lily felt her partner’s formidable presence towering over her. His voice dropping down to a whisper Tom’s eyes bored into her soul as he asked, “Why are you here tonight, Lily?” As he spoke his thumb brushed over her lips, and before she responded Lily took it into her mouth lasciviously. “I came here tonight because I missed your cock Tom, because I want you to be rough with me.”

Tom grunted, pleased with the reply, before shoving Lily roughly back down. Grabbing ahold of his stiffening cock, he rubbed the engorged tip between the lips of Lily’s pussy. With his other hand he grabbed her face with an iron grip, enough to hurt a little, before releasing and slapping her on the cheek. “I said- “his voice a little louder and gruffer, “why are you here tonight Lily?”

After the first time he’d choked her on his cock, Lily knew she wasn’t in real danger and if he went too far all she had to do was ask and he’d stop immediately. But the submission… she loved all her partners but feeling completely dominated like this was something only Tom could do. “I’m here because I want you to fuck me, Tom.” The tip of his prick nestled itself in her opening, one set of fingers hovering over her clit and the other abruptly pinching a nipple tight. Lily gasped as her sensitive bud was so roughly manhandled but let out a little yelp as Tom’s heavy hand delivered a slap to her breast.

“I SAID” Tom’s voice louder still, “why are you HERE tonight Lily?” The hand above her clit dipped and his thumb reached her button, shivers of excitement running through Lily’s body. She was dripping wet, the mushroom head of Tom’s cock unmoving inside her only adding to her lust, his dark eyes watching her like a hawk. “I’m- I’m, I’m here because I’m a fucking slut Tom, and I love when you fuck me like you fucking own me, like I’m your toy UNF.” Just as Lily finished her sentence, Tom had rammed himself inside her, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

Tom went at her like a jackhammer, the full **** of his powerful frame behind every thrust. The size difference made it trivial for Tom’s long arms to reach her throat, using his grip to slam her onto his cock as he choked her. Spit flecked her lips, tears brimming in her eyes as she saw stars, Lily felt utterly powerless as Tom used her. It felt fucking amazing. A well of pressure began building in her core, beyond words Lily mewled and groaned, pulling at her restrained wrists- not to get out, but to feel the ropes holding her fast.

Tom’s face took on a fierce expression, letting loose a deep growl he slammed into her as hard as he could, every muscle tensing as he came. The sensation of Tom finishing inside her was just what Lily needed to cum, her back arching up and getting him somehow even deeper inside her. Completely winded, Tom leaned forward to nuzzle into Lily’s chest. “Ah-fuck, damn Lily, that was intense as fuck. You good? Wasn’t too much?” Lily smiled, kissing the top of Tom’s head, “You’re sweet for asking Tom, that was exactly what I needed.”

They lay like that for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the other’s body pressing into theirs. Tom stood, gently withdrawing his wilting dick and releasing a trickle of cum. Looking down, Lily laughed “pent up much? Jesus buddy, fucking flooded me.” Tom looked uncharacteristically sheepish, shrugging noncommittally. Lily stood on weak kneed legs, leaning up to kiss Tom “Hey man just teasing. I think it’s hot as fuck.” Tom shrugged again and wordlessly began gathering his clothes, and Lily knew something burdensome was on the bartender’s mind.