Page 64 of Dirty Martini
“Is that really all it takes?”
I flip her off as I leave the back of the bar. Working my way through the crowd of drunk customers, my blood boils with anticipation as I reach the backroom. The only ones that would ever need to come here are Britt, Skylar, and I, so I’m not worried about anybody interrupting what’s about to happen. I open the door just an inch, using my body to block anyone from potentially seeing the glorious sight in front of me.
“Fuck, baby.”
Everest is perfection. He’s done exactly what I asked of him. He’s leaning against a metal rack we store extra glassware on,his jeans around his ankles, his shirt on the ground, and his back arched in a way that I have the perfect view of him finger-fucking himself.
He looks over his shoulder, green eyes already fogged with helpless lust as he pants. “Rhys.Please…”
I slam the door shut behind me, making sure to lock it before I pounce on him. Spinning him around, I press his back against the rack and claim his mouth. This was just meant to be a quick fuck, but forgive me for being unable to resist his lips. He fumbles with my belt, whimpering as he tries to get my cock free in record time. I chuckle against him. “Eager, Ev?”
“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he hisses. “Don’t act like you don’t want to fuck me just as badly.”
As I open my mouth to tease him a bit more, I get taken by surprise when I’m shoved ass-first onto his shirt on the ground. Everest is a big guy—more muscular and bulky than I am—but he’s never used his considerable size and strength against me. It’s…kind of hot, actually. I never thought I’d like being manhandled, but as Everest forces my pants down just enough to get my cock out and climbs on my lap, I realize this is doing it for me.
“Condom,” he grunts as he dives down to leave wet, sloppy kisses on my neck. “Tell me you have a condom.”
Once again, I go to answer him, but the second he sees the condom, he rips it out of my hand and smashes his mouth against mine. It’s all hot and needy, tongue and teeth, a battle for which one of us wants the other more. His hand quickly slides the latex down my length, and I’m too consumed with his tongue fucking into my mouth to notice where he gets the lube he slicks onto me. He lifts his hips up, and it’s a bit awkward since he still has his pants dangling from one ankle, but Everest is nothing if not persistent. Angling my cock against his entrance, in one swift movement, he slams down onto my length.
“Jesus Christ!” I shout, hit with the overwhelming feeling of his heat. My hands latch onto his hips, holding him in place. “Give yourself a second.”
“Fuck you,” he growls, slapping my hands away before bracing his on my shoulders. He starts bouncing on my cock, not giving me a second to recover, causing my head to spin. He must see what he’s doing to me because he nearly cackles like a super villain. “Can’t handle it? Do you need me to slow down for you?”
“Don’t be a brat,” I hiss through gritted teeth. I’m losing the battle to keep any semblance of composure as the curling ball of tension within me grows.
“Don’t you like me bratty?” he taunts. Leaning back, he braces his hands on the floor to give me a perfect view of his muscular figure. His eyes snap shut, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he chases his relief. “Rhys. Love this cock. You fill me up so well.”
I spit between us and take his dick in my hand. If he keeps on bouncing on me like a porn star, this isn’t going to last long, and I’m determined to leave him as satisfied as he’ll leave me. I start tugging on him roughly, knowing he likes a bit of the dry friction, and I’m rewarded with a guttural groan that breaks the silence of the wet sounds of our fucking.
“No more condoms,” he gasps, whimpering and whining when I speed up my movements. “Get tested. Need—fuck—need your cum inside me.”
I chuckle, letting him run the show for just a bit longer before I’m pushing him back until he’s lying on the ground. I keep myself inside him as I curl around his body and hook his legs over my shoulders. “Does my bratty baby want my cum inside him? You want to feel it dripping out of that pretty hole, Ev?”
“Yes!”
“God, you’re so hot,” I groan. Using his legs like ‘oh shit’ handles to fuck him deeper, I make sure every snap of my hipsis deliberate and punishing. “I wish Cass would turn the music down so everyone could hear how fucking dirty you get for me. Would you like that? Having everyone know that once there’s a fat cock in your ass, you’re just a slut for me?”
“I’m gonna come,” he cries, scratching at the ground and trying to claw for anything to hold on to. “I’m?—”
“Come,” I command. Knowing that all it’s going to take is more of Everest’s filthy sounds and tight ass, I’m seconds from exploding. “But not before you tell me who owns this. This hole. This cock.You. Who do you belong to, baby? Let me hear it.”
“Fuck!Rhys, Rhys, Rhys!”
And it’s with my name like a chant on his lips that he comes. I don’t even care that he’s covering my shirt with his release, jetting out of him like a goddamn firehose. The sight of him squirming on the ground and begging me to fuck him through it is enough for me to let go. I come with a shout, holding myself inside him as everything in my body trembles with relief.
I slump over him in an exhausted mess, dropping kiss after kiss to his exposed shoulder, trying to soothe his shudders. After a moment, I pry apart our sweat-slicked bodies so I can push his matted hair away from his forehead. “You good?”
“Wrecked,” he mumbles, but with a sleepy and hazy smile on his lips. “I was serious about getting tested. I don’t want anything between us anymore.”
He looks a little shy admitting this, and I laugh. Not at him, but at the way he can be such a sex-crazed monster one second and then bashful the next. I help him sit up, dragging him onto my lap as I wrap my arms around his waist. “I want that too, baby.”
“I should get up. I’m guessing you need to get back to work?” he asks, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and making no move to do what he suggested.
I nod. “Are you going to go home?”
“Yeah, I think so,” he says. “Probably going to pass out as soon as I get there.”
Working my jaw over, I hold on to him as I think through my next words. It might not be the smartest thing to say—fuck, I don’t even know what smart is anymore. All I know is what I want burns through me so fiercely that I don’t think anything could stop me. “Go to my room.”
