Hooked up at my summer jobb [FM]

Okay, so I'm 19, and this summer I got a job at this little coffee shop near my college. It's chill, mostly making lattes and dealing with cranky customers, but my coworker (he's 22) is like stupid hot. Think tattoos, messy hair, and this vibe like he could pin you down and make you beg. I've been crushing hard since day one, and I swear he's been flirting, like brushing my hand when we pass cups or smirking when I catch him staring at my ass in my tight work jeans.

Last week, we got stuck closing together. It's like 11 p.m., shop's empty, and we're cleaning up. I'm bending over to scrub the counter, and I catch him in the reflection of the espresso machine, just staring at my ass. I'm like, fuck it, let's see where this goes. I "accidentally" drop a rag and bend over slower, letting my jeans ride low so he can see the top of my thong. He lets out this low groan, and I turn around, smirking, like, "What's up?"

He doesn't even pretend to play it cool. He steps closer, grabs my hips, and says, "You know you're driving me fucking crazy, right?" My pussy's already wet just from his voice. I'm like, "Prove it." Next thing I know, he's got me pushed against the counter, kissing me so hard my lips are tingling. His hands are everywhere, squeezing my ass, sliding under my shirt to grab my tits. I'm moaning into his mouth, and I can feel his dick, rock hard through his pants, pressing against my thigh.

We're both so turned on it's stupid. I hop up on the counter, spreading my legs, and he yanks my jeans down, leaving my thong on. He's on his knees in like two seconds, pulling the thong to the side and diving into my pussy with his tongue. Holy shit, he's good. He's sucking my clit, licking up my juices, and I'm gripping his hair, trying not to scream cause what if someone walks by the shop? My pussy's throbbing, and I cum so fast, shaking, my thighs squeezing his head.

He stands up, wipes his mouth, and I'm like, "My turn." I slide off the counter, get on my knees, and unzip his pants. His dick springs out, thick and veiny, already dripping precum. I lick the tip, tasting him, then take him deep, letting his dick hit the back of my throat. He's groaning, calling me a "good little slut," which makes me so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I suck him hard, stroking his balls, and he's pulling my hair, fucking my mouth a little.

Then he pulls me up, spins me around, and bends me over the counter. My tits are pressed against the cold surface, and he rips my thong off, like actually tears it. I'm like, "Dude, that was my fave!" but I'm too horny to care. He slides his dick into my pussy, and it's so big it stretches me, making me gasp. He's fucking me hard, slapping my ass, telling me how tight I am. The counter's digging into my hips, but the pain just makes it hotter. I'm moaning, begging him to fuck me harder, and he does, his balls slapping against me.

I'm so close to cumming again, and he reaches around, rubbing my clit while pounding me. I cum so hard I see stars, my pussy clenching around his dick. He's not far behind, groaning, "Where do you want it?" I'm like, "Cum in my pussy, I'm on the pill." He loses it, filling me up with hot, thick cum, and I can feel it dripping out as he pulls out, running down my legs. We're both panting, laughing, cause holy shit, we just fucked in the coffee shop.