Page 26 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

RYDER

This day could go fuck right off.

I only made it through my shift without getting fired because Parker left early with a migraine. Who knew what would happen next time I saw him? I’d fucked up everything I touched tonight, including myself, having spilled three, count it, three drinks on my bare torso.

Part of me couldn’t wait to get home and slide between my soft sheets. To crawl into bed and let sleep claim me so I could finally stop obsessing about the earlier conversation with my father and dreading the upcoming one. The other part of me couldn’t fathom sleeping under his roof tonight.

It’d taken me twice as long to clean my area tonight.

My limbs felt heavy and slow while a brick resided inside my chest, weighing me down.

To top off my father’s refusal to entertain my plans for my future, I’d been yelled at by my boss and multiple customers, all in front of Alex, who I’d treated like shit. I owed him an apology.

A sigh burst forth as I shoved the tight-as-hell booty shorts over my hips, freeing my cock.

Those damn things might make my ass and bulge look fantastic, but by the end of a full shift, my cock was screaming for freedom from the extra tight spandex.

It hung free and heavy between my legs, along with my balls.

The thought of shoving them back into underwear sucked, so I stuffed them in my duffle before stepping into my favorite Moncler sweats.

The soft, warm fabric felt like a cozy blanket after the shitty night I’d barely survived.

I slipped my T-shirt over my head, followed by the sweatshirt that matched my pants, and bent to retrieve my discarded shorts.

After cramming the rest of my stuff in my duffle bag and sliding my feet into my sneakers, I was ready to go the fuck home.

After I apologized to Alex, that is.

Bag over my shoulder, I walked out into the dim light of the empty club. Even though I’d seen Top Shelf deserted this way after every shift, it still felt off to be there in the quiet without hordes of men gyrating to loud music.

It almost felt wrong, like I wasn’t allowed to be there, but at the same time, I kind of liked it.

“Alex?” I called as I set down my bag and coat near the bar.

He didn’t answer. Part of the closing process involved checking every nook and cranny for random stowaways or guys who had passed out.

Apparently, a few months after opening, some guy passed out under a VIP table, and no one noticed.

He’d awakened alone in a dark, unfamiliar place and freaked out.

Determined never to have that social media nightmare occur again, Parker made sure someone completed a thorough search every night.

Alex must have been somewhere he couldn’t hear me.

Maybe he’d be more apt to accept my apology if I helped him get out of here faster.

I strode toward the VIP section only to stop dead in my tracks at the sight of Alex standing with his hip propped against his table. Like me, he wore sweatpants, but unlike me, he also wore a tight T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest like a second skin.

My cock immediately reacted to the gorgeous sight, tenting my pants. Without underwear, I had no hope of hiding my erection. If my throat weren’t so tight, I’d have cursed.

God, he looked good, dark and serious, without smiling. I’d gotten used to seeing him grim-faced, but he didn’t seem mad tonight, which was good. Part of me assumed he’d be pissed at me for taking so long to get out of there, especially after the way I’d snapped at him earlier.

“Uh, hey. Done checking everywhere?” I walked toward him, trying my best to keep my gait casual and not like there was a lead pipe between my legs.

Alex’s gaze flicked down before returning to my face. He nodded.

Mission failed.

“Um, look, Alex…” I stopped about a foot away. Too close. I could smell his cologne. It was nothing fancy, but it mixed with his natural scent and the sweat of a long night’s work, creating something intoxicating. “I owe you an apology for earli—”

He stepped forward, placing a hand on my chest, and my words died on my tongue as his heat seared through my sweatshirt.

“You had a shitty night.” His seductive tone felt like a stroke to my needy cock and a balm to my battered ego.

“Yeah.” I swallowed what felt like a mouthful of gravel. “It sucked.”

Alex trailed his hand down my abs, which flexed beneath his touch, even with layers of fabric between us. He paused, resting his palm flat against my lower belly, right above my cock, which ached for touch.

His touch.

“Want to end it on a better note?” he asked, tilting his head as he studied my face. His dark eyes held a note of mischief so rarely seen in him but all the more potent for its rarity.

I sucked in a breath.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I really fucking do.”

The grin that curled Alex’s lips was so fucking wicked that my knees shook.

“Then maybe we should get rid of these sweats.” He grabbed the waistband and shoved it over my ass.

The second he released my sweatpants, they pooled at my ankles.

My cock, free of restraints, bobbed in front of my body, curling up toward my abs.

“Commando, huh?” Alex raised an eyebrow in what was quickly becoming my favorite expression of his—inquisitive, impish, challenging.

“After being in those tight-ass shorts for hours, I need the freedom.” And if I’d known it would be one less barrier for Alex getting to my cock, I’d have stopped wearing underwear altogether.

“Mmm. Have a seat.” He pressed on my hips, ushering me to the side. If I wasn’t so turned on, shuffling with my pants at my ankles might have been awkward. As it was, I could think of nothing but what he was about to do to me.

When I made it into position, Alex gently nudged me into a chair at the very VIP table I’d been serving all night. The bead of precum pooling on the tip of my dick came from the knowledge I was about to get serviced.

His dark eyes locked with mine as he lowered to his knees. I assumed he’d dive right in, but instead, he removed my shoes and pants, leaving me clad in my white ankle socks. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he rose to a tall kneel and placed a hand on each of my knees.

Winking, he pressed my legs wide, then settled between them with my cock inches from his mouth.

“Jesus, Alex.”

There went the eyebrow. “Look at your watch.” His lips were so close to my leaking tip that I could feel his breath wafting across my dick’s sensitive nerve endings, torturing me.

Suck me, please.

“Ryder?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Your watch.”

“My… wa… oh.”

I crashed back to reality as though Alex had slapped me. The entire point of this activity was to time the blow job and see if I could hold out longer than he did.

I was doomed.

“O-okay,” I said as I glanced at my watch. “Ready when you are.” That was the understatement of the century. If he didn’t get his mouth on me soon, I was likely to start begging.

Instead of engulfing me between his plump lips, Alex wrapped a strong hand around my cock and swiped his thumb over the fluid at the tip.

Close enough.

I pushed the start button on my watch’s timer as my head fell back on a groan so I didn’t see him lean into lick me, but I sure as hell felt the warmth of his tongue circling the head of my dick.

“Oh shit.”

I was so fucked.

“Alex.” I lowered my head and his eyes met mine a second before he opened his mouth wide. The asshole was out for blood. He didn’t tease or torment, and there was no build-up or warning games. He sucked me straight to the back of his throat.

“Fuck!” I shouted. The pressure and heat were almost too much to bear.

My hips lifted off the chair of their own accord, and I grabbed onto his hair.

Alex grunted, not quite a gag, but close, though he didn’t back off even a fraction of an inch.

He kept my cock deep as his throat muscles worked around the head, making me see stars.

He finally drew back, inhaling through his nose before diving back down on my dick. Again and again, he drove me out of my mind with the hot tug of his lips along my oversensitive shaft.

“Yes,” I cried as he tongued the underside of my head, and shocks ricocheted across my skin. “Fuck, Alex, that’s so good. Your mouth is so goddamn good.”

He hummed his response to the praise, then continued going to town on my dick. Spit pooled at the corners of his mouth in an erotically filthy sight.

I couldn’t fight it the way he’d done the other night, and I didn’t want to.

I wanted to come. Today had been fraught with too many emotions.

I was too vulnerable, too close to the emotional edge, to deny myself something so good.

Alex probably knew it. He’d probably chosen tonight, knowing I’d come fast and hard, and he’d win the bet.

As a man of my word, I’d be forced to leave the job. Later, I might hate it, feeling tricked. Maybe I’d even be furious with him, but his mouth felt too damn amazing to worry about that now.

The suction disappeared from my dick, making me groan in protest, only to have Alex chuckle and then take one of my balls into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, I love that. You found my weakness,” I mumbled, to which he hummed a reply that vibrated through my sac.

Why was I telling him these things? I needed to shut up, and, oh God, the suction on my balls had my eyes crossing, but I needed more. I needed the pressure back on my dick.

“Alex…” I gripped his hair and pulled him off my nuts only to direct him back to my cock with a line of precum running from the tip.

“Mmm,” he said with a smile. “You’ve got one hell of a delicious dick, Ryder.”

Holy shit, I almost came right there, blasting his face with my cum. He’d complimented me. He’d let me know he was enjoying this. He wasn’t slogging through it to win a bet.

He sucked me back into his mouth, and that was it. Three more slides down my shaft, and I shouted into the quiet club.