Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“I’ll put a fire under Marty.”
“Thanks.” Marty was a good guy and a good bartender, but he tended to enjoy chatting with customers more than making the drinks some nights.
I rushed down the dark hallway toward the supply closet, where I deposited the dirty towel. As soon as I stepped back out into the hall, a hard body hit mine, muscling me face-first against the wall. Strong hands grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing as teeth grazed the back of my neck.
Any other time, I’d have panicked, but the scent of Ryder’s expensive cologne hit my senses immediately, causing a very different reaction. My dick spiked in an instant, trapped between the wall and my horny body.
“Mmm, you look so hot tonight.” Ryder kicked my feet apart as he grabbed my hands and planted them on the wall beside my head. Then he notched his bulge in the cleft of my ass, making me groan. “I love watching you work all night. Your biceps look so sexy and bulgy when you carry the tray.”
“Bulgy?” I said with a chuckle.
He sucked at the back of my neck. “Mm-hmm. And walking around practically naked with those delicious tattoos on display, teasing every dick in the place. But they don’t get to have you, do they?” He ground his cock against my ass, and my eyes crossed.
“Christ, Ryder, how much have you had to drink tonight?”
He chuckled. “A lot.”
I should know. I’d been the one to serve him, and I could smell the expensive liquor on his breath.
“I’m drunk. Drunk and horny. Wanna help me with that? Wanna give me this fuckable ass?”
Of course, I fucking did, but I was mid-shift and had a table waiting for a round of cocktails. “Parker will murder both our asses if he finds you back here.”
He was practically humping me against the wall, fully clothed, as he mouthed my neck and pinned my hands. My blood boiled. I was so hard, I had to be leaking a damn puddle into my shorts. Thank Christ they were black and the club was dark, or I’d spend the next few hours working with a noticeable wet spot. As it was, I’d be walking back out there with a hard-on the size of the Eiffel Tower.
“I know,” he mumbled against my skin. “I just want you so fucking bad. Can I have you at home? Please? Can I sink my cock between these thick cheeks?”
“Jesus, Ryder.” I pressed my forehead against the cool wall as I willed my cock into submission, unsuccessfully. “My ass is yours anytime you want it. You never have to ask. You can do anything to any part of me whenever the fuck you want.” I tended to top most of the time. While I craved a good fucking now and again, Ryder loved it always, but I’d never turn him down. I meant it when I said he could do whatever, whenever. Nothing was off-limits when it came to him.
“Good,” he said against my ear. “Tonight I want to fuck you for hours. Fuck you and edge you until you’re fucking begging me to come.”
My cock jerked, beyond interested in that idea. “You’ve got one hell of a mouth when you’re drunk,” I said as I breathed deeply and tried to lower my damn blood pressure.
“You inspire me. How many hours until you’re done and we can fuck?”
“Too many, though you’re making some big promises your drunk dick might not be able to cash in on later.”
Ryder laughed, and it was the uninhibited hoot of someone who’d downed many ounces of alcohol. “There isn’t enough alcohol in the world to make my dick uninterested in your ass. Promise, as soon as you walk through that door, I’ll be hard and waiting for you to ride me as hard as you can.”
I was going to come here and now if he didn’t stop dirty-talking to me. “Fifty bucks says you’re passed out in these clothes when I get home.”
He nipped at my earlobe with a chuckle. “I’ll take that bet.”
“Shit, Ryder, I have to get back to my table. They’re waiting on drinks, and I’m going to need a second to get my dick under control.”
“Okay. We’re gonna take off in a few, but I did want to leave you with one thing.” He latched onto the side of my neck, sucking with enough force to make my knees wobble and my skin bruise. I tilted my head, giving him better access when I should have shoved him away, but it felt too damn good. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my cock against the unforgiving wall, anything to get some pressure and relief.
“There we go,” Ryder said, breathless as he released my neck from the hold of his lips.
“Stamp of ownership?” I panted as hard as he did, needy and unsatisfied as hell, wondering how I’d remain for the rest of my shift.