Serve Me

They must know. Maybe it turns them on, but they are still mad at me in some way. I would be. Maybe they thought I led them on and…three-timed them in some way.

“You okay tonight?” He rubbed my arm gently, his thumb grazing over my forearm. It was such a simple, sweet gesture but all I was feeling was that deep wrench of desire between us.

I kept imagining that hot fuck in the bathroom. He was so sexy and nonchalant, knows how irresistible he is. The way he was looking at me had my sex clenching from that alone.

“I am, yeah.” I thought about asking about Kellan but I knew that wouldn’t be a good idea.

Maybe he wanted me to ask about him. Confirm that we had been together.

“Good. I didn’t want you thinking this place had bad folks in it or anything.” He laughed. I giggled and shook my head.

“No, I don’t think that. I’ve wanted to work here for a long time. I love this place already.” I said honestly.

His eyes widened a bit and then softened as he looked me over.

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. I like it here.”

He stepped closer to me and then pressed his lips to my ear, his hot breath blowing over my neck.

“What do you like most about working here?”

I shuddered and leaned into him on instinct. Or maybe my body just didn’t know how to listen well.

“Hard to say.” I replied nervously. He leaned back, flashing a crooked smile.

“It isn’t me?” His scent swirled around me. How is it possible for someone to smell so good? His polo stretched across his muscles, the blue fabric highlighting his tanned skin. And his khakis wrapped his thick thighs and endowed cock to perfection. He was a walking orgasm.

“Hmm. Maybe.” I flirted back before I could think.

I wanted to ask him straight out if he knew about me and Kellan. And Austin. But I also didn’t want to ruin yet another shift. He just chuckled and nodded.

“You let me know if you need anything.” He winked and walked away, leaving me behind in the heat of desire.

I took a deep breath and tried to get back to work. The night dragged on, the bar goers were polite enough. Sometimes I had to go into the billiard room to take orders when the floor got too full for the waitress. She seemed nice enough, but she was distracted a lot of the time. Her boyfriend had been there the entire night. And every time she needed a drink from the bar she was so rude about it. I wondered if she knew about me too. That I had sex with all three of her bosses; Austin not so much but it was close enough for reasonable doubt.

All I could think about was the three of them, conspiring about me or something. I wondered if they would ever even confront me and I hadn’t even spoken to Kellan since I left his apartment. Maybe I should take a break and see him in his office. Just to talk, of course.

Once the bar died down I planned to head back there, but once I did I saw Kellan on the floor. He was laughing with a few of the customers on the floor. It was hard to tell why, but one of them was mimicking a roundhouse punch. They must have been talking about the night before.

I watched raptly. Kellan was dashing in his jeans and gray Henley. His muscles were corded, his body strong and solid. I remember even still how it felt to be pressed against him. Water between our bodies making us slick, sliding against each other. My body had never been so keyed up, except when I was with Joshua and Austin. How can three men affect me so?

Every nerve in my body was so

alive, I could still feel the throbbing. The way he fucked me with his fingers, so good it might as well have been a cock. Surely one smaller than his…I could still feel the stretching of my sex to accommodate him. His throbbing cock was permanently etched inside of me.

I replayed how slow and deep he went as I washed bar dishes. I had nothing else to do as the night wound down but remember. Remember how hot and heavy his hands were, calloused and hard as they kneaded my flesh, my breasts. His mouth was on me, his cock throbbing as he thrust into me. Like he wanted me to feel every inch of him every time. And I did. I still could.

He must have known I was staring because he turned to face me, and then smiled softly. I smiled back but then I got back to washing the dishes. He was by my side soon after.

“Hey.” He said, nonchalantly.

“Hi…how are you?” I touched the bruise of his eye gently and he didn’t flinch, so I guess it wasn’t hurting too bad. That or he was pretending.

“Not bad. Woke up with a killer headache. Alone I might add.” His voice was hard and deep, that accent was like music to my ears.

His eyes stared into mine intensely and I had to look away. I guess I was embarrassed, that I left him the way I did. And also, that I had been with his friends. I didn’t know which one was worse than the other.