back and grab some beer crates with me?” she yells from the other side of the counter.
“Sure,” I mumble, thinking that some heavy lifting is preferable to her giving me the silent treatment.
I watch Stone tell one of her colleagues to manage the bar while she goes on her errand. It’s one of the more blatant cougars this dump employs to keep the customers happy. I’ve seen her around before. Kind of hard to miss since she’s been eye-fucking me every chance she gets. Too bad for her that my ass only seems to be interested in one particular Southie, and it sure as shit isn’t her. The night is almost through anyway, and the crowd is dwindling down so it won’t be too hard for the barmaid to manage.
After I help out Stone, I should be heading back home myself. I’ve got a few drinks in me but not enough to do any damage. I learned the hard way that relying on Uber to pick me up from this side of town isn’t an option. Assholes don’t like coming here. The last time, I had to walk a few miles before I got picked up by one. So now I drink less and bring one of my brother’s cars. If it gets stolen, I won’t be too sad to see it go since it’s not my baby.
Stone ushers me through into a poorly lit hallway behind the bar, leading to a door down a corridor. When she pushes it in, I observe a dark, cramped room just as humid as the bar itself. The door swings, closing behind me, and before I’m able to ask Stone to turn on the lights, I feel her hands push my back against it.
“Stone?”
“Shut up, pretty boy. This is going to have to be quick and dirty.”
“What is?” I ask stupidly, but when I feel her hand on my hard cock—no surprise there since it’s always hard whenever I’m around this woman—I get a clue to what the brat has in mind.
She unzips my jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers, just enough to let my stiff shaft feel the cool air. Stone then falls to her knees, making me slam my head on the door and biting my knuckles to keep me silent, all the while impatiently waiting for her next move. The minute I feel her smooth tongue play with the slit of my cock, I curse out loud, unable to keep it in.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
“Promise it’s going to feel even better in a minute,” she taunts and then wraps those plump lips of hers around my dick, making the bastard cry tears of joy.
God, this girl sucks cock like she does this for a living.
Stone hollows her cheeks, sucking me to oblivion while leaving her hands free to grab my ass and push me mercilessly further down her throat. Unable to keep still, my hands start to feel along the wall in search of a light switch, and when I reach one, I swear I hear angels sing. I flick it, letting the sudden light into the darkened room, which only deters her for half a second. She recovers in record time, resuming her vicious assault on my dick.
My eyes can’t help but appraise the raven beauty on her bare knees. I grab her by the bun, so she has no choice but to look up while she deep throats me. Her light eyes smolder with every inch she gets inside that pretty little mouth of hers, and I’m sure mine are just as hooded. The will to face-fuck the hell out of her is brutally strong, but I curb the roaring beast within me, not wanting to scare her in such a vulnerable position.
But Stone, being Stone, never makes life easy for me. She plays with my cock like it’s her favorite toy, teasing each vein with the tip of her tongue, letting the smooth steel of her piercing press against my sensitive skin to madden me further.
“Fuck, Stone. You’re too good at this,” I mumble, my head slamming against the door repeatedly to keep it together as my fingers weave themselves into her hair forcefully.
The sound of her mouth sucking me in, while she purrs out in triumph, undoes me just as much as her sass always seems to. But, fuck me, if this isn’t the best feeling ever. Her warm, wet mouth seeks every part of me as if she’s been starving for my cock,