“What’s up Terry?” Brad leans nonchalantly as possible on the kitchen counter.
“So, I got the phone for you. You’ll need Wi-Fi for anything that uses data but you can text and call to your heart's content.”
I look down at the cell phone in Terry’s hand. As he’s talking to Brad, he’s waving it in my direction as he speaks so I’m getting the feeling like it’s for me.
“Thanks Terry. You’re a lifesaver.” Brad pats him on the back before Terry nods and walks away. He swiftly places it in my hand.
“You got me a cell phone?” I ask, stunned.
Since being back I’ve been completely off the grid. Haven’t gotten to catch up with anyone or touch base with old friends. Not like I have many but…it’d be nice to have the choice. Having to go to work and back home has felt a little dreary so this is actually…really nice.
“Yeah, it’s nothing fancy or anything but Terry said he just had one laying around at home so I thought why not?” Brad shrugs, sliding some shavings from the counter top into a pile. I feel his eyes watching my face. “You like it?”
“Brad…uh,Boss…I love it.” I smile genuinely. “But, I’m earning my own money now so I can pay you back.” I tap his arm.
Brad shakes his head. “Nah, it’s on me.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I sure hope so.”
Brad rolls his eyes, standing up straight. “Noah,”
“Come on. You walked right into that one.” I chuckle before he slaps his hand over my mouth and guides us to the next room to continue working.
***
Every night I wonder if the first time Brad showed up to my work was just a fluke. Maybe it was just a moment of passion. He didn’t know what he was doing and wound up making a mistake.
But, like clockwork, every night since, he’s been strolling into my bar, baseball hat covering his eyes like he’s in some mystery documentary, orders himself a cranberry cocktail, and goes outside around back.
And every night, I follow him.
Because clearly, I can’t say no. I will never say no. Not to him.
“Fffuck!” I hiss as his teeth sink into my shoulder. It’s the kind of sting that only adds to the pleasure.
“Give it to me, Noah.” His raspy, breathless voice in my ear, commands another orgasm. His hand pumps me aggressively, using the same cum I just released moments ago, as lube.
“I can’t,” I shudder, resting my cheek upon his shoulder. “It’s too much.”
A second one? So soon after the first? Impossible. Unheard of. Absolutely mental.
Without another word, he stuffs his free hands fingers into my mouth. I love the taste of him, so I waste no time, licking at his fingers and sucking on each one.
“I came here for two and I’m not leaving until I get it,” he says roughly, under his breath.
I moan, his dirty mouth doing exactly what he wants it to do. Make me crumble.
Once he’s satisfied, he takes his fingers out of my mouth, and pushes them inside the back of my boxers. Wiggling his way between my cheeks, he finds my hole quickly.
“There you are. I’ve wanted this for so,” he pushes in with one finger, “long,” he pushes in further.
I cover my mouth with my hand as I struggle to keep in the whining cries from my lips. Biting down on my hand, I rock my hips into him as he pushes in another.
I stretch around him, the burn delicious, as he moves his hand in and out, pulling my orgasm from me.
“Shhhit—” The moment he curls his fingers is the moment I’m done for. Between his big, strong hand wrapped around my dick, wringing me out, and the one behind me, pumping into me, I feel totally and completely at his mercy.
I lean my head back so it lays on the brick wall. He continues pumping me slowly until he knows I’m spent. I seriously have no idea how I’m supposed to go back to work after this. Taking his hand covered in my release, he slides his fingers slowly in his mouth, cleaning himself off.
