“I want that load back.”
“What?” He sounds incredulous, which makes me chuckle. I reach up and rub his lower back.
“C’mon — you heard me. Push my load out so I can feed it to you like I said I was going to.”
“But it won’t — I can’t —”
“You can and it will,” I interrupt him, my voice stern now. “Bear down for me and give me back what’s mine.”
“But —”
I reach up and give his ass a light swat. “No buts. You’re going to make this pussy drip for me so I can lick it all up. When I feed it to you, you’re going to open wide for it like the greedy slut you are. And then you’re going to thank me.”
When Errol drops his head down with a moan, I lick across his hole again. “C’mon, baby,” I coax. I reach up, caressing his ass cheek.
Errol lets out the most beautiful whimper I’ve ever heard. I watch his hole twitch as he gives me what I want. When my load starts to dribble over his rim, I dive in and eat it out of him like a starving man. Lapping and slurping at him, I thrust my tongue inside and cover his entrance with my lips so I can suck out the rest.
When he flips over onto his back for me, he’s breathing hard, his pupils blown with lust and his face flushed. I slam my hands down onto the pillows on either side of his head and hover just above him. He parts his lips, and in spite of how raunchy and raw this whole moment is, what sears itself into my brain is the utter, rapt devotion in his gaze.
I’m about to spit the load I just licked out of his ass into his mouth, and he’s looking at me like I hung the damn moon.
I lock eyes with him and spit the whole filthy, viscous mess into his mouth at once. His eyes flicker shut for a second and I feel his body shudder beneath me. He closes his mouth, a moan vibrating in his throat as he swallows it down.
I feel a smile tugging up the corners of my mouth as I look down at Errol. “When did my best friend turn into such a desperate little whore for me?” I balance on one hand so I can stroke his hair off his forehead. He’s got the sweetest, neediest expression in his eyes. I run my tongue over his lips and roll my hips to grind against his. “Good girl,” I murmur.
His hips thrust up into mine so hard I lose my balance and tumble on top of him. When he opens his mouth again he lets out a sound like a sob.
I don’t realize he’s blown his load until a moment later when I feel his release, hot and sticky, on my skin. He lurches his pelvis up again, pressing it into mine with a sort of desperation.He’s still panting for breath as I catch his chin in my hand and fill his mouth with my tongue.
“So fucking sexy,” I breathe into his ear after I finally, reluctantly break off the kiss.
He throws his arms around me and squeezes me tight. “Thank you, Stud,” he murmurs into my neck. “You’re fuckingeverything.”
30
ERROL
AJ is on the phone when I come into the cramped nook behind the kitchen that serves as Finn’s office. After listening to his side of the conversation for a couple of minutes, I get an unpleasant surprise when I realize we’re apparently past due on paying our beer distributor. Other than keeping the lights on and the fryer oil hot, that’s the single most important bill Finn’s has to pay. How the fuck did that ball get dropped?
“What happened, dude? What’s the issue?” I ask AJ as soon as he hangs up. He blows out a hard sigh as his eyes scan the cluttered space. The prep table we’ve repurposed into a desk, along with the milk crates that serve as file drawers, are overflowing with papers. I’m pretty sure I’mlookingat the issue, but AJ’s the boss here, so I want to tread carefully.
“Fucking shit, Errol,” he mutters, pulling his blond hair out of its lopsided man-bun and raking it with his fingers into a new one that’s just as messy. “I don’t know how I managed to miss that. Guess I just had so much going on between the bullshit with our refrigeration system and looking for a new payment processor…” He trails off and scrubs a hand over his eyes.
I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe, settling in for the usual argument. “That’s why you need to start lettingmedo a lot of this shit.Especiallysince you’ve been in the kitchen more because we’re still looking for a new cook.”
AJ darts his eyes away and he gets a guilty look on his face.Goddammit. “Youdidrenew the job ad for another month, didn’t you? I left you a reminder.” In fact, the yellow sticky note is still stuck to the side of the computer monitor. Not a good sign.
“We got the sign in the window,” he mutters.
I let him hear the annoyance in my sigh. “AJ, I know this place is your baby, but you can’t doeverythingby yourself. And you’d only be delegating the office stuff to me! It’s not like you’re hiring somebody new who doesn’t give two shits about Finn’s. Look, man, you know how much of a place this bar has in my heart, too.”
“Yeah, I do.” AJ does know. We’ve spent so much time together over the years, going all the way back to when he was a customer coming into Finn’s with his brother and the rest of his biker buddies. In the past couple of years since he’s been running the show here, he’s learned enough of my back storyand I’ve learned enough of histhat we each understand the deep ties both of us have to this little dive bar.
I take a deep breath. “Tell you what. Up front is dead, so why don’t you let me tackle this and you can go back to the kitchen. Bruce was bitching about not being able to get wings yesterday, so it’s a safe bet he’s gonna order them today, and I know we’re out of your homemade hot sauce.”
AJ nods, looking glum but perking up at the mention of hot sauce. “Oh, yeah. It’s been pretty popular since I tweaked the recipe!”
I give him a grin. “Great. You go set people’s mouths on fire, then, and I’ll try not to drown underneath all this paper.”
