He lifts his head and I scramble up and turn around. Holy fuck. His pants are soaked in the front like he wet himself. Granted there’s a lot of cum in there, too, not just precum, but fuck, that’s sexy. And I did that to him.
I grin and bend down to press a kiss to the giant wet spot, making his breath hitch, then I lift my head and look at him. “Gimme,” I say, using grabby hands. He blinks, before realization dawns on his face and he stands, stripping out of his pants and underwear. He passes his briefs to me and watches as I lick up every last drop of his spunk, swallowing it down and licking my lips. When I look at him again, his eyes are wide and his dick is half hard again. I’m so fucking boneless and blissed out I feel like I can barely move.
“I don't think I’ll ever get tired of watching you do that,” he says. He holds his hand out to me. I grab it and he pulls me to my feet. I hobble on shaky legs to the bathroom, where I see my body in the mirror, covered in my spunk and his marks littering me both front and back. I turn so I can see the dozens of marks decorating my ass cheeks and can’t help the huge grin that spreads across my face as I look at them.
Bentley grins. “Might be kinda sore for a bit when you’re sitting.”
“God, I hope so,” I say, and he pulls me into the shower.
Chapter Nineteen
Alex
Saturday night atJohnny’sis a zoo, and even though I’m far from the only employee here, I’m taking orders and making drinks and schmoozing customers until I’m ready to collapse. And even though I saw Bentley just this morning, I miss him like crazy and am aching to get back to him. We haven’t had much time for each other the past couple of days with our work schedules differing, so we’ve barely talked, and the only thing we’ve done sexually is exchange hurried blow jobs each morning before he leaves for work and I fall back asleep for a couple more hours. I’m still eager to have my turn fucking him and seeing if I can make him come as undone as he made me. And we still need to try docking, which I’m really hoping will happen soon as well.
I’m returning to the bar after taking a couples’ order when I see Tommy through the crowd, and even though there’s people moving around him and the man he’s talking to, I recognize him immediately as Cyrus. And my brother is livid, if the color on his face and his body language areanything to go by. He’s poking a finger at the older man while the other hand is clenched in a fist at his side, and though I can’t hear what he’s saying I know it’s not, “It’s good to see you.”
Fuck, Tommy is tearing into the guy in front of everyone, though fortunately most people aren’t paying them any attention. And Cyrus looks absolutely miserable. But Tommy seems like he couldn’t care less. I’ve known my brother for a long time and he’s not one to forgive easily, so if that's what Cyrus wants he’s going to have to do a lot of groveling, or have one hell of an explanation for why he left my brother and Pierre in the dark as long as he did. And poor Pierre was just starting to come around and accept that he might not see the older man again, from what I understand. I know that the anger and hurt I’m seeing in my brother’s eyes isn’t because of how Cyrus treated him. It’s about how he made Pierre feel. Tommy is ferociously protective of his husband and with good reason, and making Pierre hurt will get you in trouble with him faster than anything.
I’m still staring at them when Cyrus nods dejectedly and then moves away from Tommy, who makes his way back to the bar where I’m still making drinks. I can tell he’s trying to hold himself together, but I can’t imagine he’s okay after not seeing the man for months and then having him show up here again.
“You okay?” I ask, and he nods. I know he’s not okay at all, but I can’t grab him and pull in for a hug like I want to right now. Fuck, he looks so upset. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggest. “We can handle it out here for a while without you.”
I’m expecting him to ignore me, because that’s who he is, always toughing it out and putting other people before himself. But to my relief, he nods.
“I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me,” he says.
Ten minutes later when I go back there to see how he’s doing, I hear him sobbing quietly through the door, and my heart shatters.
Fuck.
Biting my lip, and preparing to get my head bitten off, I slowly twist the handle on the door and let myself in. The second Tommy hears the sound of the door clicking open he’s wiping his tears and sitting up straight.
“Fuck, Alex, what are you doing back here?” he asks, his eyes red and tear tracks streaking down his cheeks.
“Checking on you. Do you wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head. “No, not right now.”
“Okay, well can I give you a hug?”
He scowls. “Do you have to?”
“I think so,” I say. “I hate seeing you cry. You’re my baby brother. It’ll be fast.”
He chuckles softly and wipes away more tears. “Fine.”
He complains, but I think he secretly loves my hugs. I move behind the desk where he’s sitting and pull him to his feet before wrapping my arms around him and squeezing him tightly, not letting go for several seconds.
“You said fast,” he grouses, even as he cries some more.
“This is fast, for me,” I tease, and that gets a laugh out of him.
“Let go of me.”
I release him and press a kiss to his forehead, which he wipes away as I grin. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, baby brother,” I say.
He sighs but he seems a bit better. “Yeah, I hope so.”
