So happy to see that you’re writing again, and especially for Frido, there is really is not that many people doing it for her. I really liked your barista reader with her and I was wondering if you can maybe write a blurb of them fooling around in the back room please please. I’m also a bartender and would love if a sexy Swedish woman did things to me.
Stockroom - Fridolina Rolfö
Stepping into the stockroom feels like getting into a trap of your own making. You don’t even make it two steps inside before she’s on you. She grabs your wrist, spins you around, and slams you against the shelves with enough force that they rattle, a few cans toppling to the floor with a loud clatter. The noise doesn’t matter. The outside world doesn’t matter. All you can feel is her, her body pressing hard into yours, her breath hot and rapid against your skin.
“Frido,” you gasp, but she cuts you off, lips already crashing desperately onto yours and you let out a muffled moan. You know she’s been waiting for this moment all day, and you know you really shouldn’t have done that thing this morning, because now you're not even sure if your legs will hold you up.
Her hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your skin as she growls into the kiss. “You like teasing, huh?” she mutters between breaths, her mouth moving to your neck and she wastes no time. Teeth nip at your skin, hard enough to leave a mark, and you whine, your back arching as she presses even harder into you.
“Frido…” You try to say more, but it comes out as a shaky plea.
Her knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart, and you feel the pressure immediately right where you need it most. She moves her thigh against you, and a sharp gasp escapes your lips as your body instinctively rocks against her, heat building fast. You don’t even care how needy you sound at this point, you know that you deserve what you’re getting after that stunt you pulled.
“You love this,” she growls, her voice low and dark with intent. Her hand snakes up your side, slipping under your shirt, her fingertips grazing your bare skin as you shudder beneath her touch. “Don’t you?”
You nod, biting your lip, your body arching into hers. “Yes..” you breathe, unable to hide the desperation in your voice. “Fuck, yes…”
She chuckles softly against your skin, the sound vibrating through you. “I knew you couldn’t wait,” she whispers, her hand moving lower now, slipping just under the waistband of your jeans. “There’s no one here, älskling. Just close it now,” she urges, her fingers sliding just a little further, teasingly close to where you need them.
Your breath hitches and your hips press involuntarily into her hand. You’re burning up and more than ready to beg if you have to. You find yourself nodding dazedly as she sharply nips on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shudder against her as you dig your nails into her skin, pressing yourself on her chest to muffle any more moans.
She’s about to slide her fingers in when..
Ding.
The bell from the front door rings loud and sharp, breaking your moment like a bucket of cold water was upturned over your heads. You both freeze, your heart racing in your chest and your body still trembling with desire. Frido’s forehead drops to your shoulder, a low, frustrated growl escaping her throat.
“Jävlar,” she mutters under her breath, her fingers lingering against your skin for a moment longer before she pulls away, her breath still ragged.
You’re both a mess. Your pulse is still racing, your body still humming with need. The Swede presses her forehead to yours, her eyes dark with pent up frustration. “This isn’t over,” she growls, her lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss before she straightens up.
"Close the café," she says again, her voice dripping with lust as she runs her thumb across your swollen bottom lip. "Or I’ll finish this right here next time."
With that, she turns on her heel, leaving you breathless and aching as the stockroom door swings shut behind her.