Page 46 of Shaken and Stirred (Bottle Service Boys #1)

RYDER

Over the next few weeks, Alex and I became the subject of endless workplace teasing and pranks.

At first, we’d tried to keep our relationship on the down-low, but that plan crashed and burned after only four days when Trevor walked into the staff room to find me shoved up against the lockers with Alex’s tongue down my throat.

Okay, so maybe we hadn’t been trying that hard to keep things private, but what the hell was I supposed to do when he prowled into the staff room while I was on break, looking all sweaty and glittery from that damn gold body paint Parker insisted we wear on Saturday nights?

The man should be categorized as a lethal weapon.

I’d had no choice but to allow him to slam me against the lockers and kiss me brainless.

It was only after Trevor walked in and shrieked like a damn banshee that I realized boners and Top Shelf uniforms didn’t mix.

Since that day, we’d suffered a series of juvenile pranks, routine invasive questions about our sex life, and constant ribbing.

I loved every second of it. Each time Trevor begged to know our favorite positions or Dom ribbed me for doing a shitty job covering up a hickey—Alex was a biter, and I did not hate it—I got a secret thrill.

Alex was mine, and my coworkers talking about it as though they had nothing interesting in their own lives only reinforced that fact.

At first, Alex worried about how Parker would react to the news of our relationship.

He couldn’t lose the job and feared our boss would have a problem with our relationship.

It turned out the fear had been unfounded.

Parker was a great boss and told us that as long as our relationship didn’t interfere with our job performance, he didn’t care.

So, we kept things friendly while serving drinks and entertaining customers, though our level of flirting with customers took a nosedive—another thing I didn’t hate.

I quickly found out I had a bit of a possessive side I struggled to squash when men hit on my guy right in front of my face.

Which was how I found myself bent over, palms flat on a VIP table with two of Alex’s tremendously talented fingers buried deep in my ass twenty minutes after closing on a night Parker trusted us to lock up.

“So?” Alex asked as he pegged my prostate and made me see stars. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He’d only yanked my shorts down far enough to free my cock and access my ass. I was harder than I’d ever been and leaking all over the damn VIP table. If the Department of Health sent an investigator tomorrow, we’d be royally fucked. Though I was hoping to get fucked a lot sooner than that.

“You’re not talking.” Alex twisted his fingers and grabbed the base of my cock at the same time, sending a riotous jolt of lightning through me while denying me the release my body already craved.

“Alex…” I whined, slapping the table. “Fuck me already.”

His dark chuckle settled low in my stomach, twisting the coil of need tighter. “Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

God, he was going to be the death of me in the most erotic way possible. “Fine,” I managed as I panted through the near-painful pleasure his hands wrung from me. “I didn’t like it.”

“Didn’t like what?”

He was determined to make me spell out every damn word. Fine. That’s what he’d get. “Your customer came on to you. He wanted to fuck you. He wanted to fuck what’s—” I needed to shut up now.

But Alex had no intention of letting me. He stroked my cock as he continued fingering my ass and driving me insane. “Keep going.”

“Goddammit, Alex, he wanted to fuck what’s mine. You’re mine, and he was hitting on you right in front of me. Yes, I was goddamn jealous. I fucking hated it. You happy now?”

His fingers disappeared, leaving me feeling so empty I couldn’t help the pitiful whine that left my throat. I’d pissed him off. Alex was more concerned than I was about what our coworkers and Parker thought of us. He hated PDA, even if he was an animal in private.

He stroked my cock twice then his hand vanished as well. Just as I was about to beg for something, a mouth, more fingers in my ass, his hand back on my weeping cock, something, I heard the rustle of a condom package.

Oh yes.

Two seconds later, the thick head of his cock nestled against my entrance.

“Fuck yeah, I’m happy.”

He shoved into me in one long, smooth, forceful thrust that had my back arching and my sweaty hands slipping on the table.

I loved being filled by him. Nothing beat the feeling of his cock in my ass.

Well, maybe mine in his—no, it was a clear tie.

I had to admit, I was more of a slut for ass play than Alex was, though he bottomed, demanded to bottom, more than I’d assumed.

Still, I fucking loved his dick in my ass.

I’d take him every morning, noon, and night if I could.

Once he buried himself as deep as possible, he curled over my back and spoke in my ear. “Tell me what you saw.”

“Move.”

“Not until you tell me what you saw.”

Damn sadist.

I sighed. What could I say? I’d grown up the only boy of very wealthy parents. Sharing wasn’t my strong suit. “He touched you. That bastard flirted with you, asked you out, and touched you. He grabbed your fucking ass. My ass.”

“Mmm, and what did I do in response?”

“I—” He sucked my ear lobe, making goose bumps erupt all over my skin. “Shit, um, I couldn’t hear what you said, but I saw you grab his wrist and remove his hand.”

“Mm-hmm. I told him I wasn’t interested in him the first time he asked me out. The second time, I was a little less polite. And when he grabbed my ass, I told him I’d break his hand if he touched me again.”

“Fuck.” Why did that turn me on so fucking hard? My cock was making a mess all over the table. A table I served four nights a week and would never look at in the same way again.

“I. Don’t. Want. Anyone. Else.” He punctuated each word with a short, hard thrust. I moaned. It was so good. “Are you hearing me?”

I whimpered as he stopped moving again. “Yes. Yes. I hear you. You’re so mean. Fuck me, Alex.” I tried moving on his cock, but he clasped my hip in an unbreakable grip, immobilizing me, speared on his thick cock in simultaneous ecstasy and agony. “Please.”

“I only want you, Ryder,” he whispered against my ear. Shivers ran up and down my spine. “For fuck’s sake, I think about you all damn day. I’m practically useless because I can’t think of anything else.”

Something primal surged in me as I failed again to move on his dick. “Alex, you’re killing me. Please move.”

The maddening sexual control freak ignored my pleas. My ass was stuffed full of his cock. It rippled around the thick intrusion as though goading him into moving. Each second that passed without movement drove me one step closer to madness.

“As sexy as you look when you’re jealous…” he rumbled against my ear, “… I don’t want you getting in some guy’s face. It’s not worth it. They’re not worth it. Your safety and future are too important to risk by starting a fight with a man I’ll never want.”

For whatever reason, I clung to my last thread of pride. “I wasn’t jeal—”

His dark chuckle made my ass clench around his length. “You saying you weren’t ready to rip out that guy’s throat for touching me?”

“Which fucking guy? I caught more than one staring at your ass.”

“Any of them. I will stop any man who tries to touch what’s—”

“Mine?” I held my breath. Please say it.

“Yeah, Ryder,” he whispered against my ear. “I’m yours. I’m so yours I don’t even notice anyone else.”

Oh fuck, those words turned me on even more than his cock in my ass. My dick was creating a puddle on the table beneath me.

“Now admit it?” He flexed his hips in the tiniest undulation imaginable, but the effect flowed through me in a delicious wave of pleasure. That’s it. I couldn’t play the game any longer. I needed more, and I needed it now.

“Okay!” I shouted as he did it again, making my eyes cross. “I was jealous. I wanted to rip his heart out and stomp on it right there. You happy? Now, fuck me, Alex. Put me out of my damn misery and fuck me.”

My words set off something in him, and he snarled behind me. “Yeah, I’m fucking happy,” he said the instant before he attacked without mercy, slamming my ass with brutal force.

I shouted at the intense shock of pleasure. My sweaty palms were no match for his power. I slipped on the third pump of his hips, landing flat on the table in a pool of precum. The cool wood was a balm to my heated cheek, but the cock destroying my ass was pure heaven.

Alex gave me no time to catch my breath, not that I wanted it.

He pounded into me like it was his last fuck.

I used my trembling leg muscles to power into him each time he plunged.

The effect was rough, ball-slapping thrusts that would have sent the table scraping across the polished floor if it weren’t bolted down.

“God, I love fucking this ass,” Alex mumbled with wonder. “Fits so damn tight.”

“Perfect,” I managed around my labored breaths. “Always perfect.”

Alex grunted and yanked my hips back, freeing my cock from its prison between my body and the sloppy table. He wrapped one of those huge hands around my cock in a choking grip and stroked like his life depended on it.

“I can’t hold back,” he said, panting. “Your ass is too good.”

“I’m there. I’m there. I’m the… oh fuck me.” The orgasm ripped through me, unloading my balls with powerful spurts all over the damn table. Just as the climax hit, Alex’s fingers dug into my hips, and he held his cock deep in my ass as he roared out what sounded like a spectacular release.