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“Alrighty then,” she replies, “I’ll be over there in a shake, get ye something to wet yer whistle.”

Todd releases Geoff’s shoulder and pats the waitress on the ass. “Scotch, sweetie, there’s a girl,” he says, then swaggers to his table.

“Sorry about that, miss,” I grimace. “He’s got the manners of the pigs he shoots.”

She gives me a stiff expression. “Wish I could tell ye I’m not used ta’ it, but thanks,” she replies. “Get ye another round, shall I? Might be a bit before I can get that Scotch, don ye know.”

“Bar keep is very busy, definitely,” I snicker. “Another round would be great.”

Geoff lifts his glass and polishes off the dregs of his beer before lifting a golden piece of fish and taking a bite, his eyes rolling shut. “Mmm,” he moans, and my damned cock twitches.

I lift my own glass and drain it. “Stop that,” I hiss as I reach for the vinegar.

He chuckles but is obediently quiet for the rest of the meal. I miss the moans. I want the fucking moans.

Our waitress bustles about the table, clearing off dirty dishes before dropping the check. She slides a napkin to Geoff, winking. I reach for it as she prances to the next table. “Milly” with a smiley face and a number. I hold it out to him with a grimace. He turns it face down on the table.

“Not interested,” he murmurs low behind his beer mug before tipping it up to drain it then setting it down on the napkin.

Before the door even finishes closing behind us, I’m on him, pressing him into the wall, grinding my cock against his. My tongue ravishes his mouth, teeth biting down his neck, wishing I could leave a mark. Lower. I can mark him lower. I yank his t-shirt over his head and suck on his pec, lifting under his ass to raise him higher and his thighs wrap around my waist as his head rolls back, moaning.

“Bed,” I order, lowering him down, kissing up his body as I do so.

“Have to let me go,” he groans, head rolling to the side to give me access to more skin.

“Fuck,” I grumble, then shuffle him backwards through the room until we reach the bedroom we are now both using and shove him onto his back, stripping his sneakers and jeans off, taking his boxer briefs with them. I latch onto the soft skin of his inner thigh and suck hard. He mewls and gasps as my mouth peppers his groin and thighs with sucking kisses, then I shove his knees up, spreading him open.

“Keep them there,” I demand, and he obediently grabs his knees and pulls himself open even more, eyes glazed with heat. I run my hands over his beautiful ass, his hole there before me, waiting for me to open him.

I sink onto the bed and lick right over that pink hole.

“Oh, fuck,” he yells.

I smirk and lick harder, my tongue circling until Geoff is begging. He doesn’t even know what he is begging for. I shove my tongue into him and he squeals.

“Ah, shit, what are you, oh my god,” he whines.

I could spend an hour doing just this, fucking his glorious ass with my tongue but I want to send him flying so high he will never think about another person, ever. I don’t know where this possessive streak has come from but right now I want to make this man touch the sky.

His hole is softening perfectly and I reach for the lube and dribble it over him, get my fingers slick then go back to licking and slurping lewdly. His hand reaches for his cock and I slap it away.

“Hands on your knees, don’t move them,” I bark, and his hands slide back up as he whines. I grab a pillow and shove it under his hips. “Keep those legs open,” I demand.

“Yes, Ben,” he moans, head tossing as he writhes.

“Good boy,” I hum and circle a finger around his beautiful hole.

“Ah fuck!” he gasps and everything clenches, resisting.

“Relax, baby, I got you, gonna feel so good. Let me in,” I croon, kissing his inner thigh, licking his balls, sucking each one gently. I let my beard rasp softly against his leg.

“Fuuuuck, that is good,” he groans, then inhales deeply, and he unclenches, letting his thighs flop open.

“Mmm, good boy,” I murmur, and I see a flush of pleasure over the words. I engulf his cock with my mouth and slide my finger inside, slowly working into him as he gasps.

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