Her Dirty Bartenders (Men at Work #5) - Mika Lane Page 0,54

we needed to watch out for.

“What are you gonna do about the photo?”

She took a deep breath. “I don’t know yet.”

“Hey, do you want to hang out and keep me company until we close tonight?” I asked.

A smile spread across her pretty face. “Maybe…” she said.

Ugh. What she did to me.

Time had never moved as slowly as when I was dying to get off work and wrap my arms around Stell. I kept my head down, served drinks like a bastard, and before I knew it the bouncers had chased the last person out of the club.

“Here. I’ll help you clean up,” Stell said, joining me behind the bar.

Like the champ that she was, she loaded dirty glasses in the dishwasher, put away the booze bottles, and wiped down a busy night’s worth of mess.

“Wow,” I said, looking around the bar. “The place looks great. Guess I'm going to have to pay you for this work.”

She sidled up to me, putting her arms around me while looking up at my face.

I could have stayed just like that, forever.

I leaned closer to her hair. “God, you smell so fucking good,” I said.

“What do you say to going upstairs to the office?” she asked.

Like she didn’t already know the answer.

I took her hand. “I think we should do that. I need to put the cash drawer in the safe, after all. Right now.”

She giggled and we ran up the stairs to the office like happy little kids.

But we didn’t act like kids once the office door was closed. And locked.

Stell jumped on me before I’d even set the cash drawer down, starting with yanking my shirt out of my pants, and reaching down them to grab my growing cock.

“Fuck baby, you’re not wasting any time,” I growled.

“We’ve wasted enough time. Like several years,” she said, tearing at my belt and fly with one hand while the other was buried deep inside my jeans.

In seconds, my pants were around my ankles. She kneeled before me, and took my cockhead between her lips, rolling it around and tasting my precum.

I wanted to shove myself down her throat and come, that’s how fucking worked up I was, but I also wanted to see her come. So I held back.

She cupped my balls and slowly worked my dick into her mouth, holding the desk for balance with her free hand.

“Mmmm,” she murmured with a full mouth.

I held her head while she began to piston me, moving my hips to her rhythm.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” I roared. “I gotta stop. Let’s stop for a sec. I don’t want to come.”

I pulled myself out of her mouth, leaving her with bright red lips from the friction, mascara pooled under her eyes, and saliva running down her chin.

I grabbed a condom out of the office’s desk drawer and sheathed myself.

“Turn and face the desk,” I commanded. “Put your hands on it.”

I slipped her yoga pants below her ass and to her knees. Her legs, bound as they were by the stretchy fabric, kept her from parting them very far. But that was okay. I liked her bound.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Stell. Are you ready?”

“Mmmm,” was all she could say as she wagged her ass at me.

With my hands on her cheeks, I spread her open for a view of her pink asshole and juicy pussy. Someday I wouldn’t mind trying anal with her, but I’d save that for another day.

I directed my dick to her slick opening. It slipped in easily, that’s how ready she was for me.

“Give me more, Cab. I want it all,” she whispered, lowering her head to the desk.

I drove myself balls-deep so hard her hands slipped on the desk, knocking piles of paper and other crap to the floor.

Did I care?

Fuck no.

“Oh god. I love it, I love it,” she kept murmuring over and over.

I pistoned her slow at first and then faster until I was breathing so hard I thought I’d pass out. Stell gripped the desk like her life depended on it.

Her pussy clamped down on me, and her moans got louder. “I’m coming, Cab. I’m coming, now,” she said, her breath hoarse and raspy.

She gasped, her screams turning into incoherent mumbling. I closed my eyes, lost in pleasure like I’d never experienced.

36

Stell

“I’m not going back to Philly with you.”

Vaughn gave me his usual smug smile. He had no conception of being turned down. It just hadn’t occurred to him that it could ever happen.

What a way to go through life. Maybe