Page 51 of Courageous Hearts

My fellow bartender gives me a scrupulous look, but she nods. “Don’t be too long, doll. Showtime’s starting soon.”

“You got it,” I say, slipping out from behind the bar and making quick work of weaving through the room. When Bo catches sight of me coming toward them, a blush spreads across their cheeks and a little smile tips their lips. They say something to the other performer they’re talking to and break away, and I incline my head toward the storage room where we’ll have some privacy. Bo follows me without a word, and as soon as the door clicks shut behind us, my plan to say hi derails, and I fit my lips to Bo’s.

They oomph but grab on, hands at the back of my neck as they tug me in closer. We knock into a shelving unit, causing a few bottles to rattle, before Bo gives me a little shove, backing me up against the door. Their mouth is relentless against my own, fingers threading up into my hair and tugging as the velvety press of their tongue sends simmering heat down to my stomach.

I slip my hand to the small of their back, gliding my fingers beneath their waistband, and when I encounter the unmistakable texture of lace, a groan leaves my mouth.

Bo draws back, their eyes bright. The red of their lipstick is smudged, and some part of me beats my chest because fuck. Seeing Bo so mussed because of me is a goddamn turn-on.

Even so, I rub my thumb under their lip, trying to erase the smudge. “Your makeup,” I say apologetically.

Bo simply shakes their head. “Whatever. It’s already ruined,” they mutter, reaching for the button on my pants. They flick it open before dropping to their knees.

My breath catches. “What are you doing?”

“Do I needa spell it out?” they say, giving me a smirk. They flick the clasps of my suspenders open and give my pants a tug before I can even form a word. “I’ve been waitin’ to do this.”

Oh God.

“You know I wasn’t expecting this, right?” I say. “I just…”

“Shh,” Bo says, drawing my erection free. Without preamble, they wrap their lips around my crown, and I moan, head thunking back against the door.

“I just wanted to see you,” I finish.

Bo laughs around my crown—at least, I think it’s a laugh—and my entire being strings tight.

“Fuck,” I mutter, looking back down at Bo as they draw more of my length into their mouth. Their lips are wrapped around me tightly, bright red and spit slick, and I nearly come on the spot from the visual alone. “So sexy, Blue. I’m so goddamn lucky to have found you.”

Bo’s eyes turn hooded at my words, one hand holding my base as they bob their head, the other reaching for my balls. They roll them in their palm, tugging gently, sweeping me closer and closer to orgasm.

I know this isn’t a good idea, that we could get in trouble if caught. But I can’t find it in me to care. Because the way Bo gets when they’re turned on? All demanding and confident? I don’t have the ability to fight it. I’ve been drawn to Bo from the moment I set eyes on them. And now, pinned under their gaze, at the mercy of their talented hands and wicked tongue, I’m utterly lost. I’m completely under Bo’s thrall.

It’s fast and dirty, the blowjob in the storage room at Gertie’s. Lewd noises, a lot of spit, toe-curling suction. Damn perfection.

And when I hit the back of Bo’s throat and they look up at me with half-lidded eyes, moaning around me as if they’re just as turned on as I am, my orgasm barrels down on me like a freight train. I muffle my shout against gritted teeth, and Bo draws back, milking my crown with their tongue and swallowing down my cum.

Heart still racing, I run my hand lightly through Bo’s hair. “Ah, Blue,” I mutter. “Working with you is going to be trouble, isn’t it?”

Bo pops off my softening cock, their red lips twitching. “It’ll pass,” they say, pulling my pants up and reclipping my suspenders.

“What’s that?” I ask, reaching out a hand. Bo grabs on, and I tug them upright.

“The newness of it.”

I frown, not sure I want it to pass, and for once, feeling uncomfortable about the idea of an end.

Not knowing how to say that—and worrying it may be too soon—I bring my lips to Bo’s. They don’t hesitate to kiss me back, body pressed to mine. It’s slow and sweet and drugging, and my cells continue to buzz. But when I slip my hand closer to Bo’s erection, they make a noise low in their throat and step back.

“I needa get ready for the show,” they say before waving to their face. “And fix this.”

A hum leaves my chest, and Bo raises an amused brow.

“And you,” they go on, reaching up and brushing my hair into place. “You look like you just got fucked.”

I bark a laugh, finding it hard to care. There’s still a smirk on Bo’s face, and I use my thumbs to wipe away their smeared lipstick as Bo tucks my shirt back into my pants.

“There,” they say, patting my chest. “Good as new. Now c’mon, we’ve both got work to get to.”

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