Page 48 of Vodka And Virtue

“Are you going to stick around for Kelley‘s performance?” I asked Ryan.

“I wouldn’t miss it. Friday nights are my favorite.” He took a seat at the bar to flirt with my brother, who served him a pretty pink cocktail. After making sure the lounge was ready for the crowd, I joined my brother behind the counter. There were several times I caught Rory’s gaze, sharing silly smiles and longing looks with him.

This had to be the best part about dating—the sheer excitement I felt from receiving his attention—the unspoken conversations we carried out with our eyes.

“You know, you’re fooling no one.” Shannon whipped my backside with his bar towel, and I jumped, banging my hip into the counter. “Everything you’ve done with him is written all over your face. And when he looks at you like that, he confirms it.”

I turned around and realized I had drawn quite a crowd. My brother, and even Gordy, were standing there, snickering as they watched our silent exchange.

“Well, if you’re so sure of everything I’ve done, why are you still watching me?”

Shannon smirked. “I don’t know,” he taunted, crossing his arms over his chest. “With the way your cheeks heat up, I might be able to learn a thing or two from you.”

My cheeks must be scarlet because I could feel the heat rising to my skin. I absolutely hated to be the center of attention like this.

“You know what? Fuck you.” Then I pointed to my brother. “And fuck you too.” And last but not least, I pointed at Gordy. “And you as well. You can fuck right off.”

I heard them laughing as I dashed off to the store room to hide. It was good-natured ribbing, and they meant well but being in the hot seat was not something I was familiar or comfortable with. Especially when it came to having sex with a man. It was too new for me to be teased about it in public. Or really anywhere, for that matter.

The door opened and it was like deja vu. I remembered the last time Rory followed me in here. Our first kiss, as steamy and hot as a sauna room, flashed before my eyes.

He shut the door behind him, closing us in together. "You can't let them get to you, Carly. You should know not to expect anything different from them." He came closer, boxing me in. His hands cupped both sides of my face. "Let's give them something worth talking about," he murmured, raising my pulse.

Rory brought his lips down on mine, just a brush, a tease, making me want so much more. I chased his mouth, licking at the seam of his lips, and he opened for me, inviting my tongue inside. His hands fell to my shoulders. Rory gripped my biceps. I could feel from his strength how much he needed me.

His lips trailed down my jaw, down my neck, nipping and biting as his hands fumbled with my pants. I realized what he intended to do as he dropped down, kneeling between my legs. He slid my pants down to my thighs, then teased my briefs down slowly as his eyes stayed focused on mine. The intense, unbreakable connection was hotter than whatever his hands were doing.

“Been dying to taste you. To warm your cock. Wish I had more time,” he rasped. His lips closed around the head of my cock, and I gasped, grabbing on to the shelf for support as my knees threatened to buckle. His mouth swallowed me whole, down to the short hairs surrounding the base of my cock. The slow glide of his lips up my shaft felt like wet velvet sliding over my skin.

He cupped my balls, massaging them in his big rough hand, igniting streaks of desire throughout my body. My breathless, urgent gasps, punctuated the silence. I palmed his head, grasping his dark locks between my fingers, and guided him down my length. The incredible suction and heat of his mouth was too much, pushing me higher. My hips bucked, chasing his tongue, searching for the back of his throat.

I wanted to push him to his limit, to see how much he could handle. Rory took every inch, his tongue lapping at my balls, fingers rubbing my taint. The pleasure consumed me. I panted, moaning filthy sounds, praising him, whispering pleas, until it crested, heat rushing through my belly, down my shaft. I flooded his mouth with cum, and he lifted his head to stare at me as he swallowed my seed.

“Fucking sweet as candy.” He licked the sensitive tip like a lollipop, and I jerked my hips back, chuckling.

I helped him to his feet and tucked myself away. Rory kissed me, sharing the taste of my release on his tongue. It was something that was new to me, and I found it incredibly filthy and wicked. In seconds, I had turned the kiss from gentle to all-consuming as I clawed his chest, wishing I could feel his skin beneath my fingers.

Rory cupped my face. “Shh. Sweetness, we can’t get away with staying in here any longer. They’ll come looking for us soon.”

I knew he was right. Hated it, but agreed with him. We had to stop. Fuck, when he touched me, I felt drugged, unable to remember what day and time it was, what place I was in, my own fucking name. He carried me away to another world, where I existed solely on instinct, driven by my hormones.

I palmed his cock through his pants, finding him thick and hard. “I wish I had the time to take care of this right now.”

“Do you? Damn, it kills me to hear you say that.” He straightened the wrinkles from my shirt. “You go first. I’ll follow you in a minute.” He stopped me with my hand on the door knob. “The next time I have you all to myself, I’m going to warm that perfect cock for hours, until my jaw locks.”

Of course, he had to go and make my dick fill again, just before I walked back out to the bar, parading past my cousins and my brother and his boyfriend, who covered their mouths with their hands but still were not able to hide their smiles.

17

RORY

On my wayout of the store room, I ducked my head into the lounge, making sure everything was all clear before heading up to the front of the bar. The crowd had doubled in size while I was locked away with Carlisle. But Kelley always drew a big crowd. Word was spreading around town about his performances, and attendance was growing by leaps and bounds every week.

Carlisle was a genius to have hired that man to dance. Even the straight men didn’t mind watching, it seemed.

Every table was full, with some couples standing around the perimeter of the room. But one man in particular caught my eye. His back was turned to Kelley as he stood near the stage, facing the crowd, instead of facing away from them. As if he were watching for anyone who might approach.

In my line of work, I was trained to look for certain behaviors, and this one was a bright red flag.

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