Page 5 of Wear Me Out (The AfterGlow #3)

lilah

Adam made himself at home in the corner booth at the back of the lounge while I ran drinks to tables and helped Braden behind the bar when orders started coming in hot and fast. Not only did the other waitresses and I have to serve the patrons in the lounge, but we also delivered drinks to the private rooms and helped with the pool area of the balcony when it got busy.

Tonight was busy. Not slammed, but consistently enough work to keep me occupied.

The shibari demonstration was pulling in a lot of guests tonight—those who frequented the space and those who came only occasionally.

Everyone loved the opportunity to learn from Bridgette, our resident expert, and see her in her element.

A table of three regulars had just come in.

Adam and I were friends with Connor—the typical tall, dark, and handsome combination—as well as Piper, who was with a third.

A man I’d seen a lot around the club, but didn’t know personally.

I waved to them while I finished up with another table, then rushed over to greet them.

“Nice to see you all tonight. Here to watch Bridgette work her magic?” I asked.

“I think I’ve attended every session she’s ever held,” Piper said, a wistful tone in her voice. Her eyes glazed over as a smile crossed her face.

“I think someone’s got a crush,” the man I didn’t know said on the back of a hearty laugh.

“She’s been pining after Bridgette for years,” Connor explained, “but she’s always been too shy to do anything about it.”

Piper snapped back to reality. “I’m just biding my time, that’s all.”

“Sure you are,” Connor ribbed with a grin.

“We’ll have our usuals. What do you want, Greg?” Piper asked, slipping in Greg’s name casually and then giving me a wink.

God, I loved her. She was my type of woman. Petite and perky with skin the colour of gypsum. Her ginger hair was streaked through with black and tucked into two puffy space buns. Her shirt read I may be a handful but so are my tits . Typical Piper.

“Just a scotch is good for me, thanks,” Greg said, tipping his head.

“Be right back.”

I strutted back to the bar and poured their drinks myself—two glasses of scotch and a tequila sunrise—before circling back to drop them off.

“Hey, Lilah.” Connor picked up his glass and swirled the amber liquid around. “I think you forgot something in mine.”

Frowning, I stared at his drink. He always had a scotch on the rocks. In the last year, his order had never wavered.

I crossed my arms and cocked my hip. “Looks fine to me.”

He angled his head to the side. “Actually, it’s missing a cherry.”

My eyebrows shot into my hairline. Was Connor one of the friends Adam gave the go-ahead to use me?

I decided to test the waters. See what he really meant before offering myself up to him.

“What do you want me to do about it?” I rounded the table and stood at his side. One of his hands drifted up the inside of my leg, and my pulse picked up.

He shrugged and pushed his chair back. “Unbuckling my belt would be a good start.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Piper hissed. “Adam is literally sitting at the back of the room. He will cut your balls off if you try something with her.”

“Relax, hun,” I purred. “Adam extended his free use to a couple select friends tonight. Punishment.” I quirked my lips and threw my hands up to my shoulders.

She giggled. “Not much of a punishment in my humble little opinion.”

“If only you knew,” Connor said, clicking his tongue. “Now get on your knees and do what I said.”

Dropping at his feet, I undid his buckle without another word. My breath was coming quicker as my heart raced out of my chest. The lounge was packed. I was on duty. Adam was in the back, watching my every move. I couldn’t say no. Well, I could, but there was no fun in that. I wanted this.

“There’s Adam’s good girl. Now, I’d like you to get me ready.” He held up a small bottle of lube that was complimentary on every table.

The sound of me undoing his fly seemed to echo through the air, though I’m sure no one even heard it over the din of the room.

Connor and I were buddies, but we’d never been together.

Sure, we’d seen each other naked around the club, but we’d never played with each other before.

Never been up close with each other like this.

I pulled out his cock. Half-hard, uncircumcised, and a decent length. Definitely something I could work with.

“Hold out your hand,” Connor directed. I did as he said and he squirted a generous amount onto my palm. “Put it to use.”

Holding him firmly in my now slippery fingers, I worked him up and down.

He angled his hips lower in the chair, giving me a better vantage point.

When he let out his first groan, I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

He wasn’t Adam, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

I was more than good in bed, and whoever I ended up pleasing tonight would damn well know it.

Piper and Greg stared, entranced by what was happening. I threw them a quick wink and continued working Connor. Pump after pump, his dick grew harder in my grasp. He gazed down at me, eyes locked on my lower lip. I stuck my tongue out to wet it, and he seized my hand, stopping my movement.

“Sit on it,” he demanded, handing me a condom from his pocket.

I ripped open the metallic package and rolled the ribbed latex down the length of his shaft.

Adam didn’t share me often. This all still felt very taboo, no matter how much I liked it.

I stood, glancing to the back where he was seated, his gaze boring a hole through my skull.

We locked eyes and he gave me the slightest nod.

If Adam was still feeling good about the arrangement, then so was I.

Who was I to deny him my punishment? After all, I deserved it.

Straddling Connor’s lap, I sank onto his thick cock while he held it steady, and dropped my head back in a moan loud enough to reach Adam.

Stretching around him, I delighted in the sensation of being filled and the knowledge that Adam could see and hear me enjoying another man.

Piper and Greg had ceased all conversation and were strictly focused on me.

Even a few members at other tables had drinks halfway to their mouths, stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of one of the lounge waitresses hooking up with a patron.

Not that it was unusual. People fucked in the lounge all the time. But it wasn’t often that it was at a table full of people in the middle of a packed house during a rush.

Connor slapped the side of my thigh. “Ride.”

I obeyed, rocking my body against his. Back and forth, back and forth. I swirled my hips, making him buck into me. The pleasure coiling deep in my stomach was starting to climb. I reached down to touch myself, but Connor swatted my hand away.

“Adam gave specific instructions not to let you come. No touching.”

I whimpered at the scolding. For a brief moment, I’d forgotten I wasn’t allowed to finish.

Not until Adam gave me the go-ahead. I rode harder knowing he was still observing from the back.

If he wouldn’t take me now, then he could watch me get another man off.

Connor grasped my thighs and dug his fingers into my skin.

He pulled and pushed me, helping my body move exactly the way he wanted.

“A little more and I’m going to—” He paused, jerking into me, stuttering out his release.

That was too easy. I was used to Adam taking his time and working us both up to the brink before finally orgasming alongside each other. Another thing I loved about him…his ability to work slowly, to make us savour it, to ensure I got every drop of pleasure wrung from my body.

“Hell of a way to start an evening,” Greg said, chuckling to himself before taking another sip of his scotch.

I simpered at him before dismounting Connor’s lap. “Welcome to The AfterGlow.”