Unable to resist the urge, I nod toward the stock room, giving him the option to see if he’s interested. His eyes follow the movement. Putting up a hand for five minutes, I turn in that direction. No one seems to have caught our silent conversation, but I tell my bartenders I’ll be back.
As I make it to the room, my heart races, galloping like a fucking horse. I’ve never done this, not in this town, definitely not in my own bar, and sure as fuck not with someone my daughter’s age.
He’s drinking, though, so he has to be legal.
A knock sounds on the door five minutes later, and I open it to see him standing there with the most devilish lip bite known to man. My lips tilt in a smirk, and I’m happy to know it wasn’t a one-sided attraction.
It’s not like you can stare at someone and see that they’re gay, but when someone flirts, it’s usually telling enough.
His hand connects with the door, and he closes and locks it. He saunters over to me with sureness. If I had an ounce of his confidence at his age, I would have been a happier man a helluva lot sooner.
Instead of letting him lead, though, I take his face and crash my mouth to his. Surprise stiffens his posture for only a moment before a small groan rips from him. My cock practically rages against my zipper, wanting an escape. When my tongue strokes his metal, my body shivers in response, making my nipples as stiff as the drink we just shared.
The silver of his piercing has me growling against his mouth. I push him against the metal door, grinding my cock into him.
It wants all he has to offer.
Feeling him solid beneath me has me desperate with a need to roar with some type of exultation. It’s an impulse that should scare me, but it doesn’t. He ruts against me, rocking our hips together while our lips fuck how our bodies are desperate to. Our teeth clack when we go the same way twice, and it only has the molten urgency between us growing.
“Fuck,” he grunts against my lips, pulling back to run a hand through his hair. Is it soft? Why the fuck do I want to fuck him so bad and pull on it while he screams for me?
My cock twitches at that. We’re in agreement.
It’s been months since I’ve been to Olvier, the town where I go to meet men. If I’m not in this guy in the next five seconds, my cock might actually die.
I don’t want to talk or ask questions. It’s unsafe and intense, scary, even, but I just want to taste, lick, and fuck this sad boy.
It’s a bad combination that has me salivating. Crowding him against the door again, I sniff his throat. It’s so primal of me, but I can’t help it. It’s an incessant compulsion burning, blistering, and begging me to mark, mark, mark.
He groans as my tongue licks a path to his ears, finding huge ass holes in them. I tongue them too, deciding all these differences in him from the normal men I’ve been with makes me deprived of freedom, like a caged bull.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he practically sings in my hair.
I bite the tendon in his neck, the one where his heartbeat throbs, beating life into him. After licking it better, I suck and suck and suck. He moans, his legs slightly giving out at the motion. There’s nothing I crave more in this moment than to leave my imprint, to give him my name in the only reasonable tattoo I can offer.
Pulling back to see my hard work, I grin. It’s the most pride I’ve felt in a long time. I take no time to remove his shirt, he allows it, just sitting back for the ride. My, my, sad boy. Soon, my cock will be so deep he’ll scream.
Ogling his muscular body, I hum my approval. He’s fit beneath his baggy black shirt. My eyes catch his light brown nipples and the little barbells through each one, and I fucking lose it. Leaning down, I flick one with my tongue and pull on the other.
“Fuck!” he groans as if in pain. Not a pain that asks me to stop, though, the kind you can only get from pleasure.
“We’ve got to teach you more words than that, kid.”
“Not a kid,” he grunts, touching my chin and urging it upward. “I’m a fucking man.”
His words come out sharp and harsh before he bites my bottom lip and takes my mouth for his gratification. Now it’s my turn to groan as he grips my raging dick in his hand. He’s not soft or sweet. He knows what he wants.
“You’re fucking huge,” he hisses.
I take his hands, both of them, and successfully pin them above his head.
“Hope you love a good pounding, sad boy.” Only a flicker of fear settles over his eyes before he’s simpering.
“Do your worst, bartender.”
I want to correct him and tell him I’m the motherfucking owner, but I like the game, and I like that he sees us as equals. It’s his ass that I’ll be taking, though. He’ll enjoy every thrust, that much I promise.
As I lean forward, my nose drags down his cheek, and I inhale his masculine scent. It’s crisp like mint and linen, mixed with that musk that only a man exudes. His skin feels perfect beneath the bite of my teeth. He’s rubbing into me as I taste him, and I’m unrushed for the first time tonight. Only pulling back to get to business, I release his arms that carry my fingerprints like a brand.
“Undo my pants, kid.”
He narrows his eyes for only a moment before he’s brushing his chest against mine. Instead of reaching for my pants as I’ve told him, he crouches and bites the flesh of my hips. I hiss, grabbing his hair as he continues his exploration. Soft. It’s softer than I pictured, so fucking delicate in its purity. After strumming my fingers through it, my fist tightens at the back, forcing his throat to be exposed.
Purple.
Blue.
Red, red, red.
A growl emanates from me, seeing my marks on him, remembering the taste of his salty raised skin.
“Can’t handle a little tease, bartender?”
His taunt is all it takes for me to dominate again.
He’ll know exactly what I can handle, and he’ll never question it again.
Chapter Four
TEXAS
What the fuck am I doing?
Who is speaking for me? ‘Cause it’s not me.
My heart nearly explodes out of my chest as the bartender’s deep amber eyes penetrate me as surely as his massive erection is about to.
I’ve never done this. No matter how many men I’ve watched get plowed or do the plowing, it’s nothing in comparison, this I’m sure of. There’s no connection, nothing but cameras, lube, and the knowledge that someone is going to be jerking off to it.
And his cock? It’s huge. Porn star envy huge.
My entire body throbs with unabated yearning. All I’ve ever wanted was to find someone who’s into dicks as much as I am and show me I’m worth every second of that returned craving.
He stares at me as if I’m his and only ever his. It’s shaking me inside, rattling the battered cage holding my beating vessel inside. I’m not used to this kind of desire, especially reflected back to me from a man who could put David Gandy to shame. Maybe it should scare me that he’s older, more meticulous, and has his life together, but it doesn’t.
You don’t get to choose who finds you.
Only how you allow them to keep you.
He forces me to my feet. My teasing must’ve set him off, and it’s the most exciting thought, knowing I attain that power over a man as strong and as beautiful as this one.
His fingers find my jaw, tilting it to the side, studying, appreciating, and landing on the hickeys I’m sure he left. It was so hot, feeling his tongue lash at me as if I’ve misbehaved and he had the utmost urgency to teach me a lesson. And his teeth…
I’ve lived in a fantasy world since I was fifteen, a world that never anticipated this bartender and his skilled mouth and hands. It couldn’t possibly prepare me for every sensation zipping through me right now.
“Turn around,” he demands. His voice is so low and gravelly, deep and unrestrained. It’s my new favorite sound.
“I’m guessing you can’t handle—” I begin to taunt before he forces me to turn aro
und, my cheek against the metal surface of the door, and he smacks my ass hard. A hiss escapes, unburdening me with its loss.
“That mouth of yours,” he rasps before reaching around to undo my pants, “is going to get you in a world of trouble, but don’t worry. I’m an excellent teacher.”
As they drop, I hear the sharp intake of his breath. Did I mention I didn’t put on boxers after showering? His hands roam my ass worshipfully, and everything in me wishes to see the strained expression more than likely pinching his face as he roves over me.
“What? Nothing to say?” It’s meant to come out mockingly but comes more as a plea.
He squeezes my right ass cheek, almost as if he can’t resist, like he’s memorizing every inch.
“Fuck,” he groans painfully, his tenor raw, fileted open like my heart right now.
I crane my neck at him, hoping he doesn’t notice my innate need to watch him, at this first touch, my only experience with a man. He hovers over me surely, tracing himself above my skin without touch, inking himself respectfully against my bare flesh.
My dick feels like it’ll bust through the door at this rate while waiting for him to fucking touch me. I hear a rustling from him but can’t see anything.
When the hot and hard flesh of him brushes the crack of my ass, I breathe in so deeply, forgetting why I’m here in the first place. Not this room, but the bar. I’d meant to escape, and I guess that’s exactly what I’m doing. It’s all erased when he rubs the rigid length of himself up and down, making me feel how he’s about to take everything from me.
It’s hot. Sweltering. I’m melting into a pool of Texas Silver by this man.
He grips my hips with purpose, dragging his mouth to my gauged ears. “So fucking hot,” he whispers, his breath teasing my sensitive flesh. His fingers tweak my nipples, and the feel of him lowering to the ground has a chill of both anticipation and fear slicing through me.
“W-What are you—”
“Shh,” he silences me, dragging a finger down the swell of my cheeks and between their crease. It’s purposeful, deliberate. He’s testing both our limits.
As soon as his finger slides between, teasing my hole with the patience of a practiced man, I fist my palms. This is the first exploration of my body by anyone other than me. I can finger myself over and over, but nothing feels as intimate as this man below me.
He’s wrecking me.
The touch of his lips on my right cheek has me whimpering. I’m losing it while my dick leaks against his cold door, proving the influence he has over me. If he wouldn’t yell at me, I’d rut against it and force my release. But bad boys get punished, and bartender here wouldn’t second guess a punishment.
The sensation of his breath hovering over my spine has me arching into him. He spreads my cheeks, and there’s a stroke that ignites an explosive ardor inside every nerve ending.
“Holy shit,” I rumble as his tongue probes the tight ring. He licks up and down and fondles my balls as he continues his ministrations. “Goddammit.”
I’m a mess. My tip leaks as he fucks me with his mouth. After I’m practically falling into a heap in response to the sensations tingling my shaft, he stops. It’s silent. All that’s present is the music humming from the bar and our staggered breathing.
“You’re fucking perfection, little prince.”
Little prince? I argue in my head, not wanting to ruin the moment he’s sharing with me. I’m far from royalty, and I’m not revered in any case, either.
There’s a bit of shuffling before his fingers are back at my entrance, wet, cold, and probing. It’s soft at first, like a featherlight caress, a whisper only shared between two lovers in the dawn of night. It’s molten. Invading chills build from my toes and rise to my nipples, making them feel even harder than their normal pierced pebbles.
Then, he hits that spot, the one they show in porn, the pleasurable one, and I fucking yell.
He chuckles and bites my shoulder harshly. “That’s it. Scream for me, little prince. Let it all out while I make you fall to your knees for your king.”
I groan in approval as he adds a second finger and then another. The full feeling offers sweat and peace. Perspiration lines my forehead, trails my spine, and tingles every inch of me. It’s perfect, so fucking good.
“Tell me you want my cock, and I’ll feed it to you,” he grits into my ear, commanding, brushing his muscular chest against my dampened back. He grinds into me, and I break.
“Fuck me,” I demand, needing to feel him filling me up.
“That doesn’t sound like you’re desperate,” he taunts, leaving scorching kisses across my shoulder blades. His teeth dig in, dragging, stealing heavy pants from me. I want to push back against his swollen length, to force him into me.
“Stick that monster in me, and show you’re better than I’ve ever had,” I mock.
He removes his fingers to fill my ass. It’s rough and a one-shot, splitting me in two while bringing me to a sort of completion I’ve never experienced. He doesn’t need to know I’m a virgin and haven’t done this before.
Ferocity is worth the lie.
Pleasure is worth the pain.
Escape is worth the loneliness.
“What’s that? Need me to remind you that my cock is the only cock you’ll ever have? Is that what you want?” he barks as his hips smack me rhythmically.
The pain has already gone away along with my trepidation, and I’m practically a mess of moans and pure lust as he pistons into me. It’s everything I never knew was missing in life.
“Yes,” I practically whimper, putting the majority of my weight into the door.
He reaches around me and fists my length, his hand smacking the door with every sloppy draw.
The warmth of his hand has me thrusting in sync of both his fist and cock. I leak all over his palms and fingers, and he groans his approval into my neck. He towers over me, sucking on my throat and shoulders, all while keeping his pace rigid and wild.
“That’s right, little prince. Take my cock.”
His voice has my orgasm swimming through my body and out of my dick so hard that I’m seeing stars. Sweat seeps out of my skin as my release beckons.
“Yes, just like that.”
We thrust together a few more times. His body slows and jerks with each one.
“Fuck. So good and tight,” he hisses, sending shivers through me. “Come with me, little prince.”
He barely gets the words out as he comes inside me, and mine has already painted the door. We’re panting, heaving against each other in a perspiring mess, and all that I can think about is that I’ve never felt this harmonized in my life.
His lips meet the space between my shoulder blades, leaving the softest kiss I’ve ever felt. I lean against him, wanting to hold onto this moment for as long as I can.
He brings his arms across my chest, holding me like I’m his lover, like this is any other night and we’re fucking because we love each other, need each other, and can’t imagine a better way to lose time.
It hurts. It feels good. It’s so confusing.
“Tell me, little prince. What’s your name?”
I still beneath him. If I tell him, I’ll be screwed. Hell, I’m not sure if I’m ready to meet Prim’s dad tomorrow and ask for a job. If I have to work with this guy, it’ll make everything a mess. He’s too hot for me to resist, and I’m too hidden to come out.
“I’m thirsty,” I whisper, evading his question.
As I turn to him, he grips my face as if he knows this ends here. His lips connect with mine, and we only part so he can get dressed and grab us drinks.
I stare at his flushed face, really taking him in now. He’s got at least four inches on me with dark, nearly-black hair that’s messy in a sensual way. My bartender towers me in both height and muscle, like the man in the porn from this morning.
His shoulders are wide and strong. There’s a smattering of hair across his chest, and it’s unbelievably sexy. My eyes roam hi
s hips, and I bite my lip ring when I see the deep lines that lead to his already stiffening cock.
And, boy, is it a fucking cock. Huge, veiny, and ready to go again.
My chest feels warm at the sight of him and the realization that he took my virginity, gave me a semblance of peace, and cherished my body like it was his honor.
In this moment, I feel free.
I kiss him again, unable to resist a last taste for the road before he heads out. After the door clicks, I rush to get ready, not wanting to be here when he gets back and forces me to give him my name. Without my boxers, I can feel his seed ease out of me, proving he’s planted in me, ingrained deep.
It’s now or never, I think.
Then I do what I do best.
I run.
Chapter Five
DEVIN
“Another Jaeger good?” I ask as soon as I re-enter the stock room, holding what’s left of the liter we used for our first shots. When I lift my gaze and meet nothing but booze crates and everything else that’s usually in here, my stomach caves a little at the sight of the barren room.
As dank and somber as it is normally, it feels even more so now. It’s as if he was never here. Nothing is out of place. The only thing that gives anything away is the used lube packet on the floor.
“Guess not,” I angrily mutter.
My heart sinks for some unknown reason. It was a simple fuck, right? A quick rump without strings attached. I’ve done this several times out of town with different men each time.
We agreed.
The difference here is that I fucked him bare. Bare. I’m so fucking dumb. Tension had been high, and my dick made all the decisions, not that he mentioned it either. Regardless, we weren’t cautious at all.
I’m never careless.
Not once have I gone without a condom. It’s always the first thing on my mind. If not for the lube in my wallet, we wouldn’t have even fucked.
Fuck. My soul aches as if this pivotal moment was meant to be more than one night. It throbs almost as much as my shaft did when he teased me. With other men, teasing never turned me on. When they baited me, it made me soft. But my sad little prince? He tore me up.
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