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He looked at her then looked at me curiously.
“Don’t ask.”
He put me down and pulled my hand to the bar, so Amy and I sat. He climbed back under and grabbed two Blue Moons.
“So, Jason, since you’re banging my girl, are these on the house now?” I covered my face. She got me on that one. Never saw that coming.
“I’m not banging your girl,” he said with a huge grin across his face. He leaned on the bar across from me, but still addressing her, “I’m serving her that big dick energy.”
I died inside. The two of them had killed me. As I sat trying to figure out how to become invisible, Amy and Jason had a nice laugh together. I peeked through my fingers, and she tipped her beer bottle towards him in approval of his rebuttal.
I whispered under my breath, “I hate you both right now. Just. So much hate.” They both laughed again, and Amy leaned in and put an arm around me.
“I like it. This thing,” she said waving her bottle from me to him as he served paying customers. I finally pulled my hand the rest of the way down and grabbed my beer. I looked over, watching him work. He was smiling, even talking to customers. I noticed Jaz look at him a few times with a strange face. He had walked out of the other end of the bar to the back, and she walked over to us.
“So, what did you do to him,” she asked as she popped another Blue Moon and passed it to me.
I shrugged and put the bottle to my lips but first asked, “What do you mean?”
“I’ve worked here for four years. I’ve never seen him laugh at a customer’s corny joke.”
I looked down the bar and he was rolling a few boxes in. He was still smiling. He started unpacking beers and was making conversation with the patrons sitting nearby and he glanced up. He caught me watching him but just winked at me, sending quivers up my spine.
“It’s more like what did he do to me?” I realized I said that out loud when Amy rolled her eyes and Jaz looked like she saw a kitten.
“Jaz, don’t pay attention to them. They’re in the smitten zone. It’s gross,” Amy proclaimed as she took a big swig. Jaz popped one more and pushed it to her but then looked back to me.
“Well, whatever it is, I hope it sticks. You both look like blubbering idiots. And he deserves something good for a change.” She winked at me before she walked away to check on some other customers. I turned to check the room for familiar faces but as I scanned the room, I noticed the stage. I was supposed to be up there right now. I stared for a minute but looked away after a chill went down my spine. I turned back to face the bar and sipped my beer, occasionally peeking at Jason. More times than not, I caught him watching me, too.
After one more beer, it was Amy’s cue to go prowl for the night. She threw some cash on the bar, gave me a squeeze, and yelled down the bar.
“Hey, you get her home safely or it’s your ass.” Jason whipped his head toward Amy, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up.
“Okay, I guess I’ll see you both in the morning. Do me a favor and keep it down so I can get my beauty sleep.”
I took my beer and found a chair close to the bathrooms and kitchen but out of the way. I checked some emails for work and caught up on social media. Jason would occasionally walk past to go to the kitchen but stopped each time. Sometimes with a kiss, sometimes a panty-melting smolder and a simple touch of my face, and a few kisses under my ear that sent goosebumps all over. Recovering from each distraction was enough to drag out the replies to the work emails and pass time fast.
“Almost time to head out. Just gotta check the back and we can go,” Jason said as he leaned down and softly grazed my lips with his, his beard tickling my chin. He had been warming me up all night and I was ready to get home with him.
As soon as we got to my apartment and the door closed behind us, Jason swiftly picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and looking at me like he was about to eat me alive. I had to have his mouth on mine, so I attacked it and our tongues danced together as he walked. He carried me to my room and kicked the door closed behind him as I dropped my bag to the floor. Instead of taking me to the bed, he pressed me against the wall before nuzzling his head to my neck and running his tongue under my ear while both hands had a firm grasp on either side of my ass. He was spreading me open, letting me feel the hard throbbing through his jeans. He took my mouth to his, his tongue gliding with mine. My head felt dizzy from the intensity and all the blood pooling into my abdomen and between my legs.
I felt his fingers search from underneath and when they found the pool of wetness he created he moaned into my mouth before speaking deeply, “Oh God, Lucy.”
Hearing him say that created an ache I needed mended immediately. He was still cradling my full weight, so I reached down and unbuttoned his pants just enough to pull him from his underwear.
Between deep breaths I instructed him, “Do it now, Jason. Right here.” I felt his fingers pull my panties to the side, so I used my hand to lead him inside. My breath caught as he quickly filled me.
I was holding onto his huge triceps and panting as he thrusted and grunted. His shoulders and arms were flexing through his shirt as he sent himself plunging in and out, holding my legs open and pressing me against the wall without slamming me into it.
I fully let go and let him take over, feeling nothing but the wall behind me and him against me and inside me. The steady thrusting was stimulating every nerve ending in my body. The rush of being pushed against the wall and completely weightless was making it hard to not lose it.
I was trying to hold off to make this moment and this feeling last, but he put his mouth to my ear and whispered, “You feel so good, I’m right there.” It was over then. I arched my back and he pushed in and out. “I can feel you around me, damn.”
I felt myself clamping around him and him pumping inside me. I only saw static as the waves of pleasure rushed through my body. I was still grasping his arms tightly and he leaned us against the wall and dug his face into my neck, still holding me up around him. He pulled his face from my neck and pressed his lips to mine.
He pulled his lips from mine, still breathing hard, “Shit, we didn’t use anything.”
I chuckled, “Pretty sure you used me.” He dropped his head, holding back a laugh then walked us to the bed and gently pulled out of me and placed me on the bed, leaning over me.
