by Rhys Everly
I might have never sucked dick before, and I might lack the skill Kyle had with it, but I’d give it my best shot.
I tried to remember what he’d done earlier to me and copied it. It was weird. I hadn’t licked pussy for ages, and it had taken me years to be able to pleasure Lucy by tongue alone, but even though I knew how the male plumbing worked, this felt so much harder than sucking pussy.
Like I didn’t know what I was doing.
Only I did. I just had to think of what made me feel good when I beat one off.
Kyle fisted my hair and pressed his legs closer so I was trapped between them.
“O-M-G. Mr. K. That feels so good. Suck me, Mr. K. Suck my cock,” he whimpered, and I obeyed him.
His cum shot out without warning. Or at least I didn’t take Kyle’s quiet, staggered breathing as a clue. The hot seed hit the roof of my mouth and burned my tongue.
It had a minty flavor that my own cum didn’t. Yes, I had tried the taste of my own cum. Show me a man who hasn’t.
I know Lucy had told me swallowing wasn’t her cup of tea, but I didn’t want to let Kyle’s juices go to waste. So I did what I always hoped Lucy would do with mine and licked him clean.
Once I was done, I joined Kyle at the top of the bed and kissed him again.
“Now that was…very different,” I said and laid on my back.
Kyle held his head with his hand and slithered his finger up and down my body.
“Different good, or different bad?” he asked.
“Different good. Different great even,” I said, and his smile brightened everything in the dark pit of my head.
“I still can’t believe we did this,” he said.
“Me neither. But I’m glad we did,” I said.
“Really?”
“Really.”
My eyes landed on the clock on the wall, and I finally returned to reality.
“Shit. I have to go,” I said.
“Please don’t,” Kyle begged and pressed his hand on my chest even though I hadn’t moved.
“I don’t want to. I’m scared that if I do, the realization of what we did will hit me right in the head,” I said.
“Then don’t go.”
“I can’t. I have to go to work. Since Johnny left, we are short, and the guys will need my help today. There’s a game on,” I said. “Plus, it’s a Thursday.”
“Then I’ll come with you.”
“You will?” I asked, and the muscles on my face stretched so much into a smile, it made my cheeks hurt.
“It depends,” he said, placing his chin in between both his palms and looking away from me.
“Depends on what?” I asked.
“Will I be going to work with this sweet, gentle, happy Andy? Or will I be working for Nathan’s grumpy, jerk of a dad?”
“Oh,” I said, because I had no other words.
“Oh, indeed,” Kyle grinned.
“I really was a jerk to you, wasn’t I? That’s why I came here. To apologize for being one since the moment I met you,” I said.
“Why were you a jerk?”
“Because…” I started.
Where did I even begin? How much did I let on? I wanted to tell him everything.
“Because I’ve never seen a man that made me feel quite like you do. I didn’t know what it meant. I still don’t. Because I was afraid you’d come into my life and my work and change everything. And because I was afraid you’d find out the truth and tell Nathan,” I said.
“The truth about what?”
“The truth about my bar.” A knot dried up my throat.
“What about your bar?”
“The fact that my business won’t make it to Christmas,” I said, and immediately, a weight lifted off my shoulders while an even heavier one settled on my chest.
“I won’t tell him. You should,” he said.
A laugh escaped me because it was the only thing I could do not to cry.
“I can’t. What does it matter anyway? He’s going to find out when it happens. They all are. And then they’ll know what a big failure I am,” I said.
“You are not a failure.”
“It’s nice of you to say, but you know it’s true.”
“You’re not.”
“I’ve got a hundred letters that say otherwise, Kyle.”
Kyle sighed and returned one of his hands to my naked chest.
“Then let me help you. Not for me or my stupid project. But for you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said.
“But I want to. Look, I know you think I’m young and stupid—”
“I don’t think you’re stupid,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter. Andy, I know what I’m doing. I can help you save your bar. If you’ll let me,” he said.
I looked at him and I could no longer see Nathan’s friend or the boy that had started working for me. All I could see was the man I just had sex with. A man who was wiser than his years and so damn irresistible.
“What the hell have you done to me? I asked him. “Did you poison me? Or”—I looked at the table with the candles and the gemstones—“cast a spell on me?”
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
“I couldn’t say no to you now even if I wanted to,” I said.
Kyle smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
“Thank you,” he said. “You can trust me.”
I did. I had no idea why, but I did.
I had to be careful. If I wasn’t, I’d lose my heart to him.
If I hadn’t already.
Fifteen
Kyle
Mom came home before we could make an escape, and I had to sneak Andy out.
We’d already done something unspeakable. A great mistake, even though it certainly didn’t feel like one.
The last thing Andy and I needed right now was to make whatever this was between us public. Especially not before we knew what was going on.
Not that I didn’t trust Mom to keep a secret. I trusted her with everything. But I didn’t think Andy would be ready for meeting my mom.
I didn’t even know how this affair was going to end. Because surely this couldn’t last, right?
It was just two men with a massive age difference blowing off some steam. No biggie. So what if I had a crush on him? I could control my emotions and keep them in check.
Oh, who was I kidding? This was going to end up in disaster, wasn’t it? With me heartbroken and Nathan never speaking to me again.
So excuse me if I wanted it to take as long as possible for those repercussions to take full effect.
Gosh, did being with Andy feel like no other ever before. I didn’t know what it was about him. Well, I did know he made me feel like a fucking virgin with that thick cock of his, that’s for sure. And I’d definitely be sore for days. But maybe it was also the fact that he’d never slept with a man before.
Or, let’s be honest. Part of it was the thrill of doing something that felt almost…forbidden. Even if we were both consenting adults.
The important thing, above all else, was that Andy was trusting me to help him so that he didn’t feel like a failure. That felt like the biggest achievement.
No matter what happened to the bar, he would never be a failure. But if saving his business would make him feel less like one, then I would do my damn best so that he didn’t have to face his shortcomings.
I got Andy out of the house and told him to wait in his car, then I approached Mom in her office and told her I was going to work. The whole process only took ten minutes, but the distance from him was physically hurting me. What had I gotten myself into?
When I joined him in the car, he drove us all the way to Cedarwood Beach, and to my surprise, his hand found permanent shelter on my thigh, which, yes, made me horny as fuck again, but more than anything, it made me feel safe. Made me feel like Andy wasn’t playing around. That it hadn’t all been a spur of the moment kind of thing.
He parked in the parking lot, and I told him I’d wait
for him to go in first.
“We’ll go in together,” he said, his hand back in its place on my leg after applying the parking brake.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m sure,” he smiled. “They already know I came to convince you to come back. It will be stranger if we don’t go in together.“
Duh! Why would anyone think we slept together just because we walked in together? It’s not like it was written on our foreheads or something.
The bar was heaving when we got in, and both of us got busy helping the rest of the guys.
It might not have helped me forget what we’d done not too long ago, but it kept me distracted. At least, in short spurts. I still stole glances at Andy who looked like he had an extra spring in his step.
I liked this side of him. The happy, relaxed side of him rather than the grumpy man he’d been before. This was the Andy that Nathan had talked about. The Andy no one had seen in years.
I couldn’t afford to lose that side of him. His family deserved him like this.
I already had a plan to make sure Andy stayed Andy. The one I’d made for him before. But now knowing how serious the situation was made my plan inadequate.
If he truly trusted me, then we needed to go all in and restructure his business plan. We couldn’t afford to take it slow and steady. If Andy was ready to put his trust in me, then I could save Andy’s Bar and him.
At least I hoped so.
I wasn’t concerned about the business side. That I knew inside out. I’d worked for my mom and with her for years, and my studies could fill the gaps where I lacked in experience.
Saving Andy, though? That was a different question. Because surely what Andy and I had done would have consequences. Wouldn’t it?
The bar stayed busy until late. The game was a roaring success for drinks as much as for the team everyone was rooting for. Don’t ask me which. I am sport-illiterate.
All I knew was to give a good hooting when everyone else was and that was it.
People liked this place. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t come here to watch football. The problem was the days when there was no football. A bar could live off sports days, true. But Andy’s Bar was so close to shutting its doors for good that we couldn’t afford to live off those days.
We?
Jeez. Andy had warned me about using “we.” I better rein that in before I started referring to his bar as our bar and freak him out again.
When we closed down and everyone was sent home, I stayed behind. I decided to start making amendments to my plan while Andy cashed up.
It’s not like I could go back home, anyway. I didn’t have a car. Not that I’d want to even if I did.
“Hey, you’re still here?” Rachel said as she came from the staff room.
“Crap crapiola, Rach. You scared the living crap out of me. Don’t jump a diva like that. I thought you’d gone home,” I said, clutching my chest and thanking heavens I hadn’t started talking to myself about how hot sex with Andy was with Rachel still here.
“I was trying to clean that pigsty back there, but I give up. Will I see you tomorrow?” she asked.
I raised an arrogant eyebrow to tell her she wasn’t getting rid of me that easily.
“Good. I like you here. You…brighten this place,” she said, and she leaned in to give me a kiss and a hug. “Drive safe.”
“You too, honey.” I waved goodnight to her and locked the front door behind her.
That just left Andy and me.
It had been at least half an hour since everyone else had gone home, and Andy had been in the office for an hour. Surely he’d be done already.
I approached the back of house and found Andy’s office door ajar. I was about to knock when I heard him talk.
“I wish you were here. I wish you would tell me if what I’m doing is the right thing. You always had the solution to everything. Would you mind if that’s where life takes me?
“I met you when we were so young I never knew love before you. I dunno if this has always been me and I am only just realizing it now or if this is a new…thing.”
I peeked through the door and saw him sitting on his desk holding a picture frame. One with a beautiful woman’s photo in it.
“I haven’t met anyone that makes me feel the way he does. Not since you died. Not since you left me. I never thought I would ever feel like this again.
“Would you hate me? Would you hate me if I found love again? Even if it’s with a younger man? I know it’s wrong. He’s Nathan’s best friend, but…he makes me feel different. You wouldn’t hate me, would you? I know you’d want me to move on. Truth is, I’m scared Lucy. I’m scared where this will take me. Of screwing it up. Screwing everything up.”
As I tried to step away from the office and leave him to talk to his dead wife, the floorboards under my foot creaked and Andy turned around.
“Who’s there?”
Like a thief caught red-handed, I stepped through the door and looked at him.
“I’m sorry. I was just coming to tell you…” I said.
“How much of that did you hear?” he asked.
I couldn’t decide if he was mad or not.
“Enough to know you feel the same way I do,” I said, and my voice surprised me with how stable it was.
“You must think I’m an idiot. Talking to my dead wife,” he said.
“Of course not. She was everything to you and you lost her. I’d never think you’re an idiot. If anything, it makes you even more adorable,” I said, and this time, my voice betrayed me at the last word.
“You’re too nice to me,” he mumbled and tucked her frame inside a drawer.
“What did she say? What’s the verdict?” I asked.
He looked at me with his gorgeous, brown eyes and they seemed to bore through to the depths of my soul.
“She approves,” he grinned.
He held out his hand, and I stepped inside to take it. I sat on his lap and put my arm around him.
“I really do prefer this side of you,” I said. “Is that fair to say? Considering I’ve only known you for two weeks? And fucking you for zero days?“
Andy bit his lip with a greedy hum.
“Very,” he said, and he kissed me. When our lips reunited, I realized how much I’d missed kissing him. His breath mixed with mine. His tongue inside my mouth. His strong hands holding me.
“Will you stay?” he asked.
“Uhm, it’s not like I have a choice Mr. Smarty Pants. I got no ride.”
Andy smiled.
“You do realize if we do this again, it won’t be an innocent mistake anymore,” he whispered.
“Nothing I do is innocent.” I grinned and ran my finger along the side of his face.
“I’m being serious,” he said.
“Oh Andy. You have no idea what you do to me. If this is a mistake, then I’m willing to make it again…” I said and kissed the peak of his cheekbones, “and again…” I dotted another one over his eye, “and again…” this one landed on his nose, “and again.”
Before I could kiss his lips, he took me in his mouth and hugged my body closer to him.
“You make me feel young again,” he said as I felt his erection on my butt and mine responded accordingly.
“You are young…baby,” I replied, and his grin stretched wider.
“Call me that again,” he murmured in my ear.
“Baby,” I said.
The more I said it, the tighter he held me. The more irresistible his pull was. The more sure I was of what I was doing.
We stayed at the bar all night. We made out on his office chair, which I cannot even count how many fantasies of mine it had been in, and when that became too sweaty and inadequate to hold us, he found a blanket to put on the floor where he sucked my cock and I sucked his, and when we came, we cuddled until we were ready for round two.
And by round two, I meant he fucked me. We used spit and perseverance and he managed to break through, and i
t didn’t even hurt as much as the first time.
No one had ever fucked me like he did. And I was starting to get addicted to both his dick and his lovemaking skills. If there was any sense in me, any reason left in us both, we’d have to put a stop to it, but I didn’t want to.
Was I willing to risk everything for this man? Yes, yes I was, and I’d ride it out until the very end.
Was it going to end up in disaster? Yes. Yes it was.
Sixteen
Kyle
I couldn’t believe how things had changed within a couple of days. Before I slept with Andy, I hadn’t made any progress on my senior project in two weeks.
And now? Now that we were…whatever the hell we were, he’d allowed me to overhaul his entire business.
It probably helped that in return, I blew him every chance we got, and he more than reciprocated.
Andy had come a long way with his blowing skills since his first time sucking cock. Not that the first time was bad, but he’d definitely mastered his tongue.
And he’d stop being so…uptight and let loose. You can’t blow a man and constantly worry about it.
I was driving to Cedarwood Beach after going home the night before. I hadn’t slept in a bed for four days, and I needed a mattress to rest my back on rather than hard concrete.
I also had errands to run in New Harlow, so I woke up early, drove around the city to get everything I needed, made a few calls, and my trunk was full of junk.
Junk that would help the bar feel more…welcoming.
Once I got to Andy’s, I parked the car and checked myself in the mirror.
My hair was getting a bit longer than I liked it, but I’d managed to tame it in a little spiky hairstyle until I had time to get a haircut.
Somehow, my freckles seemed to have multiplied. I had more than normal outside of summer.
And there it was, the sneaky hickey I’d tried to cover up so many times and it just kept getting darker.
I opened my glove compartment and pulled the makeup out, applying more on the dark spot on my neck.