Page 46 of Rut Bar

“Maybe,” Brendan says. “But I need to hear it from her, and then I’ll go.”

Instead of stopping, Anthony pulls his hips back and slides forward and Jamie goes back to licking my clit. Anthony’s other thumb ghosts over my asshole, and my pussy tightens in response.

“If she hated it, she wouldn’t be getting wetter right now.”

My eyelids flutter and my breath comes out in ragged pants. We can’t be doing this with the IRS agent watching. But Anthony has no such qualms, and neither does Jamie. They both go back to fucking me, and I don’t hear footsteps walking away. With Anthony’s tight grip on my chin and his fingers in my mouth, I can’t swivel my head to check.

“Still, I really must insist,” Brendan says. “Or we’re going to have a problem.”

Anthony grunts, and his thighs hit against my ass with a loud smack. My body makes filthy noises as he fucks me in front of our audience. Loud squelches and wet sounds.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy’s practically strangling my cock. I love how you pretend you hate this. But your body is honest even when you’re lying to everyone and yourself. This pussy doesn’t lie. It’s so fucking wet for me. Tell the nice IRS agent I’m not doing anything you don’t absolutely fucking enjoy.”

His fingers slip from my mouth and trace a wet line over my jaw.

“Remember when I told you there’s a line between work and play?” I ask him.

“Not her safe word,” he says to Brendan, then shoves his fingers back into my mouth. His momentum never stops.

I clamp my teeth closed enough to make him aware I might be bottoming but I’m never defenseless. He’s lucky I hate using my safe word. I know I shouldn’t, but it feels like giving up. Sometimes I’m too stubborn for my own good.

Anthony chuckles. “Well, I guess if this is my last day with balls, I should make it really count.” He lets out a satisfied moan as if he’s savoring this. “I think you enjoy making him see you get fucked while he knows he can’t touch you. What do you think, baby? Think you can get him hot enough that he unbuttons his collar a bit? Maybe he’ll pull that thick alpha cock out and jerk off while he watches me nail you to the bar. Watch your pussy drip with my cum while Jamie laps up all my cream.”

Anthony drives his dick in deeper, making me go up higher on my tip toes. “You can’t see your IRS agent right now, but he’s hard. That’s a big bulge in his pants. I bet his alpha cock is huge. Big enough to make you think you’re splitting in two if him and Jamie knot both of your holes while I fuck your throat. Oh, fuck. Yeah, clamp down on me, baby. That’s good. Is that what you want? A cock for every slutty hole?”

His dirty talk is deplorable. Absolutely filthy. For some unfathomable reason, I don’t hate it. The picture he paints makes me groan around his fingers. The head of his cock batters at my cervix as if he’s knocking for entry. He’d probably try to fuck his way deeper if it were physically possible. Jamie sucks my clit into his mouth and purrs and I’m lost again. The room loses meaning and fades from my thoughts until coming is the only thing I care about.

Anthony pulls his fingers from my mouth and my head drops until my forehead rests against the bar. Its surface is cool and smooth against my heated skin. For the third time this morning, my pleasure swells until it’s nearly at that point of no return. I want it. Desperately. I need it. Ihaveto come.

“If you edge me one more fucking time today…” I growl.

Anthony grunts out a laugh and his cock twitches with his next thrust. “I can’t fill you up with cum if I don’t have balls, baby. But I’ll buy you a pretty necklace if that’s what you want. Until then, I’ve got what you need right here. Here you go. Take it. Don’t look away, Agent Hall. She’s too pretty not to stare at when she comes. I’m gonna make her drip all over his mouth. Oh, fuck, that’s good. Now, Jamie. Do it now.” He lets out a deep and ragged moan. “I’m gonna come.”

Jamie breaks out in a deep, rolling purr that unravels me in seconds. I come, my walls crashing down to milk Anthony’s jerking, pulsing cock, while my IRS agent watches our depravity. I whimper as the aftershocks zip through me like tiny lightning strikes.

I’m sure the universe will make me pay for this moment of pleasure later, but right now I can’t bring myself to care. Anthony pulls his cock out and grabs my buttocks, spreading my cheeks apart. “Push, baby. Jamie’s earned his breakfast.”

I’m too spent to argue. With my head pressed to the bar, I can pretend that my IRS agent isn’t seeing me push my bartender’s cum out of my pussy so my stripper can lap it up. Jamie’s tongue licks at my messy cunt, and when that isn’t enough, he pushes his tongue inside and cleans me thoroughly.

My pussy is sensitive and tired and a few of his swipes are too much, but he gentles his strokes whenever I flinch or twitch or gasp. Jamie cleans me of cum and slick and then he tugs my panties up and pulls my skirt down so I’m covered.

His cheek nuzzles my inner thigh. He’s scent marking me back.

“Now that’s a good way to start the day,” Anthony says. “Wakes you up better than coffee.” He brings his hand down on my ass, and I yelp and straighten up. I untangle myself from Jamie and try not to glance at Brendan. If I look at my IRS agent right now, I’ll probably have a mental breakdown.

“Anthony,” I warn him.

Unrepentant, Anthony grins and steals a kiss from me before I can react. “Don’t be mad, baby. Everyone here liked it. See how hard Agent Hall is? I bet he’s gonna rush home so he can jerk off while he thinks about how good your pussy smells. I bet he wishes he got a lick before Jamie cleaned you up.”

My lips press together with displeasure as I put a hand to Anthony’s chest and push him away. He stands there, unmoving for a moment in our unspoken power play, then lets me go.

Finally, I meet Brendan’s eye and try to maintain a mask of composure. “Brendan, I’m?—”

“It’s fine,” Brendan interrupts. His eyes are dilated, the pupils so large that his warm brown eyes are nearly black. “It’s my fault for not knocking or calling first. And for, uh… staying. I just needed to know you were okay.” He waves his hand as if to clear the air. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re off tonight, right?” Anthony calls out to Brendan’s retreating back.

Brendan pauses, his shoulders squaring, and he turns to face us slowly. I get a good look at him and see that he’s not in one of his suits. He’s wearing dark washed jeans and a black T-shirt. His casual clothes fit him better. Instead of the bulky, boxy lines of his suit, I can see the breadth of his shoulders and the slight curve of a big body gone soft with age. He looks like he’s made for cuddling. Strong, but in a comforting way.

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