Page 66 of Bastard Bartender

“I promise I won’t fuck you on your desk.”

I glare at him, confused and a little disappointed.

“I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth from the floor.”

He swallows my gasp with his kisses. I grip his torso and pull him into me, allowing my hands the freedom to roam his body. He undoes the buttons of my blouse halfway, exposing my bra and then pulling the demi cup down. He tweaks my nipple with a pinch that has me opening my legs further and pulling him in.

His mouth lowers to my chest, kissing along the skin, lower and lower, dancing around the areola, leaving a shiver to run up my body. My nipples are hardened peaks, waiting to be devoured. My breasts are supple as they rise, full of heady need, and his lips continue their teasing onslaught.

A charge of want races through my body, and I’m a shaking mess. I’m fully dressed with my breasts exposed, and he has me feeling like I’m buck naked and ready to be savaged. His hot breath draws dangerously close to my nipple, so close that I might combust.

“Nic, please,” I beg quietly, and he smiles.

The bastard is loving this.

“I need you to tell me what you want.”

My body is raging in need right now, and he wants dirty talk?

“Bite me.”

“For real?”

“As long as you touch me, I don’t care what you do.”

He glances up one more time with those emerald eyes, turned onyx, and that wicked grin.

Lower and lower, his lips get closer. I watch as his tongue darts out and takes a swipe at the nipple. Shivers run down to my core. He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. I’m downright drenched.

Once the contact has been made, he nips and sucks one side while his hand rises to the other breast, massaging, tweaking, and loving on me.

I pull him even closer with my legs and rub my core against him. With my hands in his silky hair, I lift his head and bring his mouth back to mine. He raises my shirt, exposing my stomach. His warm hands wrap around my waist, pulling me in.

“What do you want next?” he asks as his fingers move to my skirt.

I lift my hips to allow him to hike it up around my hips.

If the man wants dirty talk, then that’s what I’m going to give him.

“First, you’re going to get down on your knees, and then you’re going to taste me. I want you to lick. Every. Last. Drop.”

His jaw opens, and I’ve never seen this expression before. It’s not wicked or charming, per his typical cavalier attitude. Nic is gazing at me like I just knocked the wind out of his sails. His eyes glaze over, and his mouth parts. I’ve shocked him, and it’s utterly disarming.

“I love your fucking mouth,” he breathes before kissing me again. This time, it’s brief as his hands slide my underwear off my hips, and he’s on his knees in record time.

My legs are spread wide. He hooks one over his shoulder, wasting no time as he hurriedly runs his tongue up my core.

I lean forward to watch because if I thought Nicolás was a hot-as-all-hell male specimen standing behind a bar, I clearly didn’t give credit to what he’d look like on his knees, buried between my thighs.

He’s positively breathtaking.

A flick to my clit sends my head reeling back and my eyes clenching. The roughness of his tongue as it runs over my clit feels so good that I want to talk to him and tell him all the dirty things in the world, but my mouth is numb and dry, and all words seem futile. So, I let out a yelp but slam my hand over my mouth because I have to be quiet.

Nic inserts a finger inside of me, curling it toward himself. When he finally finds the tender spot, my body trembles with pure lust. He must feel my response because he slides in a second finger, and my body feels weak and euphoric all at once.

Higher and higher I climb as he pulls me to the summit. I might hate heights, but this is a fall I’m willing to take. His lips are like a drug as he licks and savors me with a firmness that is practically pulling the orgasm out of me.

My ears become hot, and my body heat soars. I’m going to come, and I want to scream. I can’t, so I grab a pencil and put it in my mouth, biting down as my climax takes ahold, building bigger and deeper.