Cherry obeys, staring up at me as she gives my cock another lick up its length, before taking it in her mouth again. My legs twitch each time she reaches the tip, flicking her tongue against it. Picking up her pace, Cherry begins taking more and more of my cock, humming as she does, like she’s enjoying this as much as me. The vibrations of it skitter through my body, lighting up every nerve. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, with the fucking wondrous sight of Cherry Hensley staring up at me, eyes wateringa little as she takes my cock far enough to hit the back of her throat, making her choke a little.
‘Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well. Taking as much of my cock as you can into that pretty mouth of yours. Getting it nice and wet and ready for me to fuck you with it. Such a good girl.’
I can’t help but groan out again, not holding back as she continues to take my cock deeper and deeper each time, now adding the pump of her hand to the mix. I’m lost in the sound of it all – her satisfied humming, the occasional choke, the wet noises from her saliva coating my cock, and my own moaning.
It’s just about enough to cover the sound of the locks clicking, but not enough for when Sawyer’s voice interrupts us, shouting, ‘What the hell are you doing?’
30
Cherry
‘Ohdamn, are you getting a blowjob behind the bar?’ Sawyer’s laugh of disbelief echoes through the bar as Duke’s eyes widen down at me. Colour drains from his face, his body going taut. From the way Sawyer’s footsteps are closing in, I’m seconds away from being discovered with my lips around Duke’s cock, lipstick covering every inch.
Without a moment more to hesitate, Duke tugs my head back and quickly tucks himself away. He holds a hand out – a silent command tostay down– as he pivots, scrambling to buckle his belt.
‘Please don’t come any closer,’ Duke begs Sawyer, his voice hoarse – possibly from groaning so loudly mere seconds ago.
Champagne bubbles mix with the dopamine in my bloodstream from my orgasm, forcing me to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop any nervous giggles escaping. It shouldn’t be funny – we’re moments away from being caught – but for some reason, the pure bad luck andpoor timing of it all makes me want to howl. The close call is somewhat exhilarating too, just like when Duke had me bent over his desk weeks ago, strumming me so close to the edge while my family and friends were a few metres away.
Oblivious to the implications of what he might find, Sawyer just laughs again. ‘Oh, come on, man. I ain’t judgin’. You’ve got lipstick all over you, by the way.’
The muscles in Duke’s back bunch together, straining under his tattooed skin. He wipes desperately at his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘I’m serious, Sawyer. There’s nothing to see.’
‘Okay, okay.’ I hear the brief scrape of a table leg against the floor, presumably where Sawyer has perched himself. ‘I don’t know why you’re makin’ a big deal out of this. Anyone would think you’ve got little Hensley behind there or somethin’.’
My breath catches in my throat, the words hitting me differently all of sudden when they’re coming from Sawyer’s mouth. There’s just something in the way he says it, like it’s so unbelievably impossible. His joke clearly grates on Duke even more as his hands clench the edge of the bar tighter, almost threatening to leave dents.
It’s just a joke, though – hell, I was literally having to bite back my own chuckle a second ago – but hearing Sawyer actually say it, insinuating how terrible that would be, and seeing Duke’s evident discomfort … it’s somewhat jarring.
That the idea of Duke –anyof Wyatt’s friends – trying to get with me islaughable. I try to remind myself that it’s only because they think it would be wrong, what Duke has been suggesting all these times, but I can’t deny theslight twinge of shame coiling in my gut, as if it would be embarrassing to be seen with me. I’m just little, weak Baby Hensley, after all.
And when I’m cowering down herenaked, pretending I don’t exist, and Duke’s so affected by the comment, not even looking at me, it’s hard to ignore. The way that shame bites at my cheeks. The way I have to pick my nails just to distract myself.
The last thing I’ve ever felt with Duke is shame. But is he ashamed to be with me? It’s not like I’ve been pushing him to be open about us, but I’m not sure I’ve ever cowered away from the idea either. It’s always been Duke who’s insisted on keeping this quiet – maybe he has more to risk from being honest about us, but wouldn’t Wyatt be just as annoyed at me for being with his best friend?
I reach for Duke’s shirt across the floor to wrap it around me.
Duke grits out, ‘Sawyer, what are you doing here?’
‘Sorry, I left my phone. I know you said to use the spare key in emergencies, but … well, can’t say I expected to be walkin’ in on this. Honestly, I’m happy for you, man.’ The tone of Sawyer’s voice gives away his smirk. ‘Glad you’re puttin’ the bar to good use.’
Duke wipes a hand down his face, a gravelly sigh following. I wonder how quickly I could scurry out from behind here, maybe go hide in Duke’s office or the staff room. Just so I don’t have to stay down here, hiding.
‘Hey, look, don’t worry. Just gimme a second to find the damn thing and I’ll let you get back to your fun night.’ Sawyer’s voice quietens with distance and Duke’s shoulders visibly loosen, his muscles shifting down.I want him to reach out to me or something, even if briefly.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he sidles out from the bar still with his shirt off. ‘I’ll help you – it might be quicker.’
Sounds of shuffling and chairs scraping fill the empty haunt as I try to keep my breathing quiet.
‘Wait,’ Sawyer gasps. ‘There’s a dress andpantiesby the bar. You rascal, Duke Bennett.’
‘Sawyer, no—’
The sudden thumping of a few running footfalls and Sawyer’s laugh doesn’t give me enough time to react before he’s at the bar, leaning straight over to discover me, still on my knees. His bottom lip drops, wide brown eyes scanning me from head to toe frantically. He rubs a hand over his eyes.‘Cherry?’
My heart races up in my throat, words failing me.
‘Hi …’ I say cautiously, finally bringing myself to a stand, making sure to hold the shirt as tightly to my naked body as possible. I flash him a smile, but he just continues staring at me, mouth agape. It’s actually quite surreal – Sawyer being quiet for once.
