Bartender with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  He reaches out and tips my chin toward him with a finger.

  “And when I say everything Brett, I mean fucking everything.”

  24

  Brett

  "More champagne," I say after swallowing what I have in front of me. "Look Sebastian, I don't know what to say to that."

  "You don't have to say a thing," Sebastian says.

  My heart clenches and I twist it up in a knot. I look at Troy; he's got blond hair, a nice firm jaw. and his body is good and muscular; he's attractive. He's smart too, it's not like his personality is wanting for much. He's young. He smiles over at me and kinda of looks me up and down and then looks away, still a little bit shy about the whole thing.

  "You want to do this."

  "Look, it's probably a bit sudden. We don't have to do it tonight or anything or ever; whatever you want. Maybe it’s seeming too real for you now. But I just wanted to put it out there and make sure you know. So I met up with Troy earlier this week, and explained to him the situation. Troy signed an NDA, too. We have an understanding."

  He takes my hand in his; electricity surges through me, down my spine, through my legs and between them.

  "Look, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy," he says. "I don't know if anything could ever be between us, but during this time I've always loved you. I think I started loving you from our very first kiss. And Brett Blue, you light a fire in me that I've never had in my life and I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I don't give a shit what that entails and if this is your number one fantasy--"

  "Ok," I cut him off.

  "Ok, what?"

  "Ok, let's do it. I want you both." When the words come out, suddenly I feel as though I'm on some kind autopilot; in a trance.

  This isn’t a fantasy any more.

  This is about to become my reality.

  Sebastian's hand is on the flesh of my leg. He squints towards me, those beautiful brown eyes, and I wonder what he's thinking. But that thought quickly dissipates.

  "Baby," Sebastian murmurs in a throaty voice. “I don't care what the fuck you want now or ever, I'm going to make you the happiest girl in Blackwell and Nashville for that matter." I lean into him and our lips meet.

  We kiss.

  It's different now, butterflies surge through me starting in my lips, floating down to my neck and electrifying my heart. The kiss is hot but sensual, still sexual. A slight moan escapes my parted lips.

  "Sebastian," I whisper.

  "Yeah baby," he says.

  "This is so fucked up, but in the weirdest, cutest way I could ever imagine, this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me," I say.

  "That's right baby," he says, taking my chin in his hand and looking me in the eye. "And there's much more where that came from."

  Sebastian’s eyes dart toward Troy and he nods. Troy moves a little bit closer, sliding across the seat and sitting right next to me, his thigh touching mine in just his boxers.

  "Hey," he says, cupping my cheek. "You okay with this? This is what you want right?" He runs a hand through my hair and his touch is soft, softer than Sebastian's in a way. “You seem shy.”

  "This is what I want," I utter. I think about all the nights I've spent obsessing, wondering how it would feel to be with two men at the same time. I can feel Troy's intense eyes on me. Sebastian's face looks savage, and I can tell he's ready to fuck the shit out of me. Sebastian plants another kiss on my lips and I let my tongue slide into him as Troy's hand falls to my knee. I feel another hand on my other knee; Sebastian, I can tell by the touch, even underwater. I feel Sebastian's hand ride up my inner thigh. My breath hitches; I feel so hot. So wrong, this is so wrong, but this is what I've wanted for so long. Sebastian's right. If he can bring me all my fantasies, he'd want to bring me this one too.

  Sebastian kisses me harder; our tongues play hockey. A warm intense feeling washes over me like I've just been hit by a hot summer breeze on my forehead. I sweat and I feel Sebastian's hand running along my jaw bone.

  "I love you, baby," he says. "I've loved you for so long and I can't wait to give you everything you want in this world, if you’ll let me." His words are spoken soft, low, and true. He lets go of my lips, and I bite his lower lip as he falls away. I turn to Troy and look at his young face. I have no doubt his attraction is totally honest, that he wants me, and truth be told, he's an attractive man. He leans in for the kiss; I feel his breath as he hovers inches from me, not quite pushing forward. Not pushing his lips all the way onto mine.

  "Wait," I say.

  "Wait, what?" Sebastian says, suddenly concerned.

  "I don't know if this is what I want," I admit. "I want you to give me everything but," I take a deep breath.

  "Sebastian.” I grip his hair over his neck. "I love you too. I love you and sorry Troy, I am not ready for this. It seemed good in theory, but all I want is this." I lean forward toward Sebastian, kissing him intensely. He devours my lips and I reciprocate.

  Troy leans back and smiles and I'm impressed with the man for not being butthurt.

  "This is what you want," Troy repeats.

  "Yes," I confirm, and I can’t believe Sebastian is willing to give me everything. Even when it’s far out of his comfort zone.

  Troy leans back, grabs for his champagne glass and smiles.

  "You two are cute, I'm happy for you."

  It's as if a bomb has exploded between Sebastian and I. The water splashes as he spreads kisses from my jaw, down my chin, to my neck, and back up. His hands explore me underwater and I ride mine up his abs, exploring his beautiful body at the same time. My eyes are closed but I hear Troy splash out of the hot tub. He must grab a towel and start drying himself off.

  “I missed you,” I mouth.

  "I missed you too," Sebastian says to me. "Fuck, I want you Brett. I want you now, I want you forever, and I want you more than that. You understand how much I want you?"

  "Yes," I whisper.

  "Good."

  "Hey," I say to him in a whisper. "I have one fantasy that I wouldn't mind doing tonight."

  "Oh?" He arches an eyebrow.

  "Yeah, it involves someone else, but not in the way that you think."

  He furrows his brow, his face confused. I glance over at Troy, who is toweling off nonchalantly.

  "Hey Troy," I say. “Where are you going?” He gives me that awkward look like 'I was just planning to get the fuck outta here so y'all could hook up.'

  "Uh," Troy stammers. “You obviously don't want me here, so I'm going to be getting out of here."

  "Hey," I say to Sebastian, lower my voice. “I want him to watch. Is that ok?"

  "You want someone to watch us fuck?" Sebastian repeats.

  “I do, I think it would be totally hot."

  He nods after pausing.

  “What do you think, Troy?”

  Troy shrugs.

  “I’ve come this far. Why not?"

  Sebastian points to the corner. “Grab some champagne. Enjoy the show,” he says, smirking.

  Troy throws the towel over his shoulder and takes a seat in the shadows.

  “So you want to be watched,” Sebastian whispers. “Why?”

  I blush a little and bat my eyes. Before answering, I maneuver to the corner of the hot tub and push the button to turn on the jacuzzi jets.

  The humming sound buzzes through the air, a comforting white noise. Waist deep in the water, I straddle Sebastian as he sits in the jacuzzi with the hot water up to his chest.

  The water is warm, and his body is even hotter, pressed against me.

  “Because,” I swallow, and he interlocks his fingers though mine, while staring straight through me, “I want to have the feeling of two men being turned on by me at once. I want to feel like I’m more than they can handle.”

  Sebastian throws his head back to the side, and under the water I feel him run his hand along my thigh.

  He nibbles at my ear, and a chill runs through me.

  “
The way you scream when you’re coming, you could turn on more than just two men.”

  I arch my neck back, and just the thought of more than one--whatever number it may be, has me so turned on I think I forget how to breathe.

  Sebastian trails kisses down the side of my neck. I’m hyperaware of my breasts pressing up against his muscular chest. My skin tingles.

  “And you think you can handle me?” I whisper, wondering if Troy can hear me.

  Sebastian pulls his lips away for a moment and grips my neck hard, forcing me to look him in the eye.

  “Did I handle you when I fucked you from behind in the elevator?”

  “Yes,” I admit, breathing deeply.

  “And did I handle you when I screwed you on my kitchen island?”

  “Yes, yes you did,” I moan, melting into him.

  “Right. And now I’m going to show another man just how I handle you.”

  I feel my stomach swoosh with butterflies, and I ache for Sebastian. This newfound vein of possessiveness sends me over the edge. I want him now.

  The water splashes around us as I grind back and forth against his cock in his briefs, feeling him through the wet fabric of my panties. He wraps his arms fully around me, plants another kiss on my lips, and undoes my bra.

  I stand in the water, which is thigh deep on me.

  He lifts his hips up and pulls down his briefs, exposing his cock. His hips hover just above the water, so his cock is the only thing still unsubmerged.

  “Oh God yes,” I murmur. “It’s bigger than I remember.”

  He smirks, and stands up. Grabbing the sides of my panties, he pulls them down.

  “Fuck, that’s a nice pussy. I missed this,” he growls as he slithers his hand down my stomach and lands a finger on my already swollen pussy.

  The flesh of his throbbing cock bounces against my thigh, and I murmur. My knees shake, and one of Sebastian’s large hands grips my ass, the other fingers me, and his eyes--those perfect brown eyes--stare right into me.

  And I know no man has ever seen my soul as he has.

  I reach my hand out and grab hold of his thick, throbbing cock.

  My heart beats as his eyes sear into me, and I know he’s what I want in my life to fill me.

  Spiritually, and in all the other ways, too.

  Sebastian takes me by surprise, growling as he lifts me up by my hips and sets me on the lip of the hot tub.

  He spreads my legs and dives between them, licking and sucking my clit. Entering me slowly with two fingers, he curls them up in a ‘come hither’ motion. I lean back and clench against him, already on the brink of coming.

  “You’re wet already, Brett,” he grunts.

  “Yes,” I breathe. “I’m wet...everywhere.”

  “Moan baby,” he adds. “It’s okay if you moan. This is my floor. Get as loud as you want.”

  I massage his head as he dives back between me, and his tongue makes me feel like the luckiest woman on Earth.

  It’s not like I needed his permission to let loose, but for an instant I’m reminded that I have an audience tonight.

  I don’t moan for my audience though.

  I let go because Sebastian’s tongue is golden.

  Everything is warm, and wet, and swollen, and…

  “Oh God!” I yell as I come, squeezing Sebastian’s head. He’s spurred on, and licks and fingers me even harder.

  The orgasm intensifies and the pleasure ratchets through me. Lifting his head up from between my legs, Sebastian gets up off his knees and stands.

  My jaw drops at his throbbing cock, still rock hard.

  He leans into me and his lips graze my cheek just barely. “That was the hottest noise I’ve heard in my life,” he says.

  “Holy fuck Sebastian. I need you inside me. Now. Right now.”

  I stand up in the water, and we’re both a little less than waist deep. He spins my body around. I lean down onto the lip of the tub.

  He spreads my cheeks, and I feel the flesh of his tip spread me apart.

  “Yes,” I mewl. “Just yes.”

  “Aw fuck, that feels good,” Sebastian growls as he pushes inside me, one pleasureable, filling inch at a time. Once he’s all the way inside me, he just holds the pose for a moment, and I feel so complete with him inside me.

  So completely full, that is.

  As he thrusts into me, I brace for the slap of his hips against my ass and it feels so hard, so dirty, and so damn good.

  Suddenly, the foam jets turn off, emphasizing the silence. All that can be heard is the slap slap slap of our wet bodies colliding together as I come again and moan.

  “Oh God, Sebastian. Just like that. Oh God. Yes. Right there. Oh fuck.”

  After a few minutes, I feel so damn good I’m about to come again when Sebastian pulls out of me, leaving me with a gaping emptiness between my legs.

  Sebastian sits on the lip of the hot tub.

  “Straddle me, baby.”

  I do as he says, and the position is a little awkward at first, because I have to squat partially in the water while still facing him.

  “Is this right?” I ask, doing my best to think while still in a haze from my orgasmic state.

  “Just like that. Keep sliding up and down on me. We’ll find our rhythm. Yeah, that’s it. Oh fuck, Brett,” he groans, as I bounce up and down on him. Grabbing my hips, he helps me find just the right rhythm, and the water splashes in the hot tub as I bounce up and down on his cock.

  “Gonna...fucking...come,” he snarls, and I ride him hard, my ass cheeks slamming into his hips. He grips my ass and pushes me down onto his cock as he shoots his seed deep inside me.

  When it’s done, we’re both panting. I lean forward and he laces kisses on my ultrasensitive breasts and neck.

  “I’ve never done it in a hot tub before,” I utter. It’s a basic statement, but right now my mind is devoid of most logic.

  I stand up and sit on the side of the hot tub. He lays back on the wooden deck, and I rest my head on his chest.

  “We’re going to be doing that a lot,” Sebastian says. “I can’t wait to tell everyone about you.”

  “Everyone?” I say, pushing my head up on his chest so I can see his face.

  “Yeah. I want the world to know you’re my girl, Brett. If you’re okay with it, that is.”

  When he says those words, my heart feels full.

  “I am.”

  “I’m not saying we’re going to get married now or anything Brett, but I love you. I’ve never loved anyone like this. I can’t wait for what the future holds.”

  “Me neither,” I whisper.

  For a few minutes, we just lay like that, until there’s a sound behind us.

  “Well, I think I’m going to get going,” Troy bellows. We both jerk our heads around. I’d been so into the moment, I forgot he was even there.

  “By the way. You two are hot as fuck when you fuck. That’s all.”

  Troy leaves. I hear his footsteps on the deck as he walks out. I fall asleep like that, smiling in Sebastian’s arms.

  25

  Sebastian

  On Monday morning, I’m so jovial, it’s appalling.

  I whistle when I’m shaving in the morning. I whistle in the car ride to the office.

  When I see my secretary, I’m still whistling. I’ve got a permanent smile etched into my face.

  "Morning, Fiona!" I smile as I whistle my way into the office.

  "Morning, Sir!" She smiles back. "Someone’s in a good mood today."

  She’s right. I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl.

  After this past weekend, my head's spinning. I finally feel like Brett and I are on steady ground, to say the least.

  "I am indeed. I'm back and ready to crush this week."

  "Good. We missed having you here."

  "Call an eight thirty meeting. Company-wide. We'll do it in the Bristol Conference room that can seat two-hundred. I have an announcement to make."

  "Eight thirty? Sir, that's in l
ess than a half hour."

  "Yes. It's a very important announcement. Send an all staff email and make sure everyone knows it's mandatory."

  "Yes, Sir!"

  I straighten my tie on the way into my office, and slide my hand over my abs, which feel like I spent the past two days doing some intense CrossFit ab camp.

  Maybe I’ve discovered a new workout plan to maintain my six pack:

  Sex-fit.

  I chuckle.

  I lost count of the number of times we made love this weekend. I'm still dizzy from all the banging.

  And I've got endurance. If my ab muscles are sore, I can't imagine how Brett must feel.

  We couldn’t keep our hands off each other after the flood gates opened up.

  I sit in my office chair, do a one-eighty spin, and look at the town below me. Blackwell, the greatest small town on Earth.

  Blackwell, named for one of my great-great-grandparents, and the well they started here.

  As I gaze out into the late fall, I wonder what my ancestors had to do to accomplish their dreams. Every generation has a different challenge, and my generation is no different. Whereas my grandparents seem to have made a simple choice to be together, my choice seems so much more complicated. Maybe it’s the fact that it seems like, in today’s digital world, there are just so many options out there.

  I stand up, cross my arms, and my lips quirk just slightly upward in a soft smile. All of a sudden, it makes sense why my grandparents were able to stay with each other all that time. It wasn’t that they learned to stand each other, it’s that they couldn’t stand life without each other.

  And now that I’ve found that person for me, I need to let everyone know.

  My phone lights up, and I quickly grab it, expecting a text from Brett.

  Adrenaline pumps through me when I see it’s from Kim.

  What the fuck does she want?

  Kim: Hi. So you’re back at the office today

  Sebastian: Yes. Why?

  Kim: You’re done. I’m sending those pictures

  Sebastian: Why are you doing this?

  Kim: Why wouldn’t I do this? I’m not just going to sit back while you play some random employee