Page 95 of The Barkeep and the Bro

I loved me some impatience.

Mitch rolled on his rubber and slicked himself up. He had me turn around and slicked me up. His rough fingers found my opening. I shivered with need, desperate to experience what came next. After the all-time-greatest sex we’d had in the hotel room, I was so ready for round two.

He wrapped a strong arm around my stomach and pulled me on top of him. I sat on his lap as he maneuvered his hard cock inside my tight hole. I was completely enveloped by Mitch in every sense. I savored this bear hug from my bear. Mitch held me against him as he jutted his hips up and thrusted.

The warmth of his chest, of his lips kissing my neck, of his growly moans felt like home, like I was relaxing next to a crackling campfire. He turned us to face the mirror above the couch.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered in my ear.

And there we were. I was like a ventriloquist dummy on his lap, only it wasn’t his hand controlling me. My little self was cocooned in his large, strong arms. My cock flopped on my stomach as I watched his thickness slide inside me. I spiraled in pleasure. I’d never been controlled like this, not since my frat initiation (which looking back, I guess was kinda homoerotic).

Fuck. Mitch was fucking me. He curled a fist around my cock, sending me barreling toward the edge. A guttural moan ripped out of me. It wasn’t going to take much. One pump and I would be a goner. Mitch tortured me by keeping his fist still like my dick was in a clamp.

He let go and pulled out of me, then played with my pink, wrecked ass, circling his thumb around the rim.

“Fuck. You are so goddamn hot. I lose all control with you.”

“Same,” I responded like I was shitfaced. I could barely form words right now. I just wanted him back inside me and to fuck me to completion.

Mitch smiled wide, his eyes crinkling as even aliens in space could see that I needed less talking and more fucking.

He shoved his cock inside me, restoring order to the universe. I moaned in ecstatic relief.

“Fuck me, Boss.”

We picked up where we left off. Mitch, playing me like a violin, fist now jerking me off like a proper gentleman. And me, on the verge of coming and seeing stars.

He cuddled me against his hot, 1000% all manly body and jackhammered my hole like he was drilling for oil.

My balls drew up, and the outside world shut down as my body exploded with come in the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. Jizz seeped over his large fist.

“I’m going to come inside you.”

“Need it.” My head lolled back on his shoulders.

With a few thrusts, he filled his condom with his hot load.

I blinked a few times to get my bearings. It was like being underwater. When I surfaced, I looked over my shoulder, and there he was with a tender glint that captured my heart.

“I hope you didn’t mind that we went a little rough. I have decades of fantasies built up.”

“Here for it.” My legs wobbled as I found the floor.

The No Sex in the Workplace rule was going to be very hard to follow.

As I pulled my pants up, I noticed something on Mitch’s desk that dulled my afterglow. As soon as he caught me, he shuffled papers to cover it up, but I’d read the most important words.

“You’re selling the bar?”

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Dropping major news seconds after an orgasm was not my plan. I sighed and leaned back in my chair.

“Are you?” he asked again. “Selling the bar?”

“Most likely.”

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