“You’re not leaving,” I twist her words. “You’re taking a break. And you’ll be with me. Besides, it’s pretty calm. Everyone is listening to Fender’s set. Davidson can watch the bar for twenty minutes or so,” I push.
Davidson, a.k.a. Hailey, is the other bartender. “And Popeye is here.” I throw my chin at the old man with an eye patch and peg leg sitting on a stool at the end of the bar.
Vanessa rolls her eyes. “The only helpful thing he does is tell me when I need to get a new bottle of scotch.”
“C’mon, pretty.” I glance around the room for Ky. He’s holed up in the corner with Kira perched on his lap. He’s so preoccupied with her he’ll never notice Harley is gone. “You’re entitled to a bathroom break. Take one.” I skim the pad of my thumb across the inside of her wrist. Her skin is so soft and alluring. I’m hoping beyond hope my coy gesture is persuading her.
“If Ky catches us, I’m throwing you right under the bus.” She leans over and threatens seductively.
“Slash doesn’t scare me.”
“Then, let's go.” Vanessa pushes off the bar and yells over to Davidson. “Takin’ a break.”
Davidson waves her off as she pours a line of shots in front of Bone.
I follow after her as she exits the bar, placing my hands on her slim waist. This isn’t our first time sneaking away during one of her shifts. We both know the drill.
We make it to the back room just as Fender starts a new song. I catch Ky’s eye right before I push Vanessa into the darkness. He winks, knowing what’s up. There won’t be any interruptions or kickback. Hell, before Kira,he’dbe the one pulling a bartender into the back room. Times, they are a changin’ though.
As soon as the lock clicks, I shove Vanessa up against the door and kiss her roughly. The mix of alcohol and adrenaline coursing through my body is making me eager and impatient and hasty. Our tongues tangle and lips smack as we tear at each other’s clothes.
I yank her shirt down, forcing one of her huge tits to spill out into my hand. Kneading and massaging, I lick and suck on her nipple savagely, all while dry humping her right up the wall.
“Oh, God,” Vanessa mewls, digging her fingers into my short hair.
I continue to lap at her, teasing the sharp, tight point her nipple has now become.
She pulls at the button of my jeans, and my arousal roars. She wants me inside her. I can hear it in her breathy sounds and feel it in her urgent touch.
“Are you wet enough for me, baby?” It’s a rhetorical question. I know she’s wet. Wet, and wanton, and waiting for me. I slide a hand down her black leggings and find paradise. Slipping my middle finger inside her, I massage her clit with my palm while stroking her inner walls with my fingertip.
Vanessa huffs hard, grabbing onto my biceps. They flex beneath her tense touch.
“Tell me how good that feels,” I rasp in her ear. “Tell me you want more. Tell me you want my cock,” I provoke her.
“Yes,” she moans, flexing her hips. “I want all of it. You, more . . .” She trails off, losing herself in the ministrations of my hand.
“You’re definitely wet enough for me now.” I sneak my ring finger inside her and continue to pump my wrist.
“Damon.” Her whole body stiffens, teetering on the verge.
“Where do you want to come? My fingers or my cock?” I offer her a choice.
She cracks her heavy eyelids open to look at me. “Your cock. Always your cock.” Her muscles tighten around my fingers, and my erection throbs. I want her coming all over my cock, too.
I step back from Vanessa, cutting off all physical connections. She’s left disheveled against the door. Her hair is a mess, her boob is hanging out of her shirt, and she’s panting wildly. She’s a beautiful wreck.
“Go bend over one of the tables and let me see that hot ass,” I tell her.
Lust drunk, she smirks provocatively before following my order.
Little fucking dick tease.
She knows she’s hot. She knows what she does to me, and she fucking knows just how to rouse me.
Vanessa saunters over to the table closest to us. She pulls her tight pants down around her thighs, underwear and all, then bends over, offering me the view I demanded.
Je-sus. I am reduced to a driveling, mindless man. Pure instinct controls me now. Primal want. I unbutton my fly as I walk toward Vanessa, bent over, splayed wide, and waiting just for me.
