Page 30 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“You can do better than that.” His other hand drops from the wall, and he wraps his fingers around his cock. I release my grip, letting my hand fall away. The head of his cock glides across my mouth as he paints my lips with his pre-cum.

“Open,” he commands, his voice sharp.

I part my lips.

“Stick your tongue out.”

I do as he says, and he rests his cock on my tongue. Slowly, he tunnels himself in and out of my open mouth.

My scalp tingles as his grip on my hair tightens. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my dick in your mouth. Now be a good girl and suck.”

I peer up at him through my lashes and close my mouth around his cock. My hands grip the outside of his thick thighs as he thrusts his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Itake over, bobbing up and down on his shaft. Removing a hand from his thigh, I curl my fingers around his length and slide up and down in tandem with my mouth.

His chest rumbles with a low, rough sound. “Keep going. Just like that.”

His cock twitches in my mouth. I know he won’t last much longer. With the flat of my tongue, I run it along the underside of his length. At the tip, I suck the crown into my mouth and release it with a pop. I wrap my lips around the silky skin and slide down. The tip hits the back of my throat, and I fight a gag. His leg trembles under my fingertips. His groans mix with my slurping sounds. I drag my mouth up his cock and back down while twisting my hand around his base.

“Fuck. Sunflower. Your mouth feels too fucking good. I’m going to come.”

I love I make him lose control. The sex goddess, or mouth goddess, in this case, deserves a crown. But mostly I love the nickname. I double my efforts, and within seconds, his hot cum hits the back of my throat. He grunts and groans while his hips buck. I swallow every last drop of him. When he’s finished, I pull off. His still semi-hard cock bobs in front of me. I wipe the corners of my mouth before rising to my feet.

“Oh fuck. That was… Can I keep you?”

I giggle. “As long as you promise to repay the favor.”

“Name the time and place.” He nuzzles my neck, pressing a kiss right below my ear.

I want to tell him right here, right now, but we need to finish cleaning the bar, or Jake will get suspicious about why I’m walking through the door so late. I doubt he’d appreciate me telling him his best friend offered orgasm services. With a light tug, I pull his boxer briefs and jeans up over his hips. He adjusts himself before pulling up the zipper and fastening the button.

“The time will come. But for now, I’ll just go home and fuck myself with my vibrator while I imagine you calling me Sunflower.”

“I wish I could be there to witness that.” His soft lips press against my neck.

“Next time. But also, Sunflower?” I pull away and lift an eyebrow. “When did we create nicknames for each other?” I remember he used it the night in the hotel room, but I thought nothing of it, mostly because I never thought I’d hear it again.

“You started it, Kat. But I like Sunflower more.” His lips press against the sunflower tattoo below my ear. “Because of this right here.”

I lift my chin to give him better access. “Mmm. If you don’t stop, I’ll be pulling out my Go Directly to Pussy Licking card .”

“Time away makes the pussy grow fonder,” he mumbles against my skin.

I laugh and shove at his chest. His step falters. “And with a line like that, my pussy has now retreated inside itself. Let’s finish closing so we can get out of here.”

I indeed spent the early morning hours with my vibrator, and I imagined Lach the entire time. I was on the verge of suffocating myself with a pillow while trying to keep quiet so Jake didn’t hear me.

Yesterday, I checked the schedule, and I’m a little disappointed I won’t be closing with Lach again. Oral sex in the break room part two would be a fun closing task to cross off the to-do list. Instead, I’m closing with Nora. I love her free spirit, and she’s not afraid of my brother. That’s the type of woman he needs in his life. Since I’m going in early with Jake, I’ll get tosee Lach before he leaves from working the early shift, though I doubt I’ll get a few minutes alone with him.

I’m a few steps behind Jake as we enter Porter’s. Before I’m fully through the doorway, my gaze shoots to behind the bar. My lips curve into a smile when I spot Lach. His back is to me, but as soon as he spins around, our eyes connect. He freezes for a brief moment. Even from across the bar, the crinkle in the corner of his eyes is noticeable. His gaze drifts next to me, and his smile falters. He offers Jake a chin lift before diverting his attention back to the customer across from him. I continue to follow Jake to his office. He takes a seat behind the desk, and I sit in the armchair across from him.

With my hands resting in my lap, I pick at my cuticles. It’s time I stop sitting still and take some chances. Or a chance. I clear my throat. “I think I want to move back to Harbor Highlands.” Jake lifts his head. His forehead wrinkles, unsure what I’m talking about. “At least for a while. A change of scenery might be good for me.”

“Did you hear from your boss? Is he selling the business?”

My gaze drops to my lap. My heart hammers in my throat. I need to do this. Rip the band-aid off. “About that. I don’t have a job.” I hold my breath in anticipation of what he’s going to say to me.

“What do you mean?”

I inhale deeply, calming my nerves. “I lied. My boss isn’t selling the business. But also, I no longer work for him.”

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