Serve Me

“I want to fuck you so hard.” I growled.

“Please…” she moaned, grinding against my fingers curling inside of her. I pressed my palm against her clit, rubbing her until she was on the edge.

I reluctantly released her to get a condom from my wallet. She undid my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock, I groaned deep in my chest at the feel of her hand around me. I kissed her again, hard and wanting.

I hitched her legs around my waist, her thighs soft and plush as they gripped my hips. I rolled the condom on and pressed my tip against her folds. She cried out at the feeling, and I pushed back to tease her. Her blue eyes met mine, bright and beautiful as they begged me for more. I reveled in it.

I kissed her deep and hard, my fingers fisting in her hair. I tilted her neck back and trailed kisses across her neck and cheek as I pressed in her slick pussy lips. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I had to be buried inside of her.

I pumped her hard and fast. The door shook behind her and she cried out so loud, anyone could hear. But she felt so fucking good, her moans were music to my ears, so I couldn’t fucking stop. I felt the tightening in my balls, the flush of desire in my spine as I climbed higher and higher. She pumped me so fucking good, the best I ever had.

She came loud and hard around me, and I finally let myself go. I kissed her, my tongue rolling with hers as I pumped my load into the rubber. I released her with a deep groan and sigh.

“Fuck. That was good.”

Chapter Four: Austin

We all got along well, but sometimes Joshua annoyed the shit out of me. Part of me was probably just jealous, that he got to Alexa first. But something tells me she wouldn’t mind being shared.

That woman…she is so fucking sexy. And she doesn’t even know how much, so that makes it even more so. The way she walks, and her soft voice that rings right through my ears and down to my cock. I can imagine her moaning as I fuck her hard and slow. Joshua made sure I knew just how loud she was.

Then asked me to add new items to the menu, like I can just shit out new original recipes. Being the head chef sounds like the best job, but when you are the one who makes the place what it is, it isn’t so fun then. People come for the alcohol, yeah; but the food I make keeps them coming back. The cook staff is the largest because we always have orders up our ass when the dinner and night rush comes in.

I walked out of the meeting with Kellan and Joshua with a new task to distract me from thinking about Alexa. This permanent hard on was getting fucking uncomfortable, it’s been there since I first saw her the day before.

“You got a deadline for your request?” I joked with Joshua on the way to the kitchen, though I was a little serious.

“Something for tonight,” he shrugged, “just to entertain the crowd. Mondays are always a drag.” He scoffed and walked around the other end.

I went back in the kitchen and stopped at the sink to wash my hands. He leaned over the food counter with the same smug smile he had on since he told me about his tryst with Alexa. I rolled my eyes and ignored him as I took inventory of the supplies, trying to think of something I could make.

“Right. Except yours.” I deadpanned. He chuckled and rubbed his jaw like he had a secret.

“You got it. Just don’t make anything boring, or…whatever.”

I shook my head. Joshua knows nothing about this kitchen, just like I don’t know much about all that branding and media stuff.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m taking off. See you tonight, I’m coming to check on Alexa. It will be her first night working the bar.” He grinned, and I matched his enthusiasm.

“See you.”

He took off and left me alone to figure out what the hell I was going to make. Kellan was hidden away in his office so I knew I couldn’t ask him. He doesn’t like to be bothered much. We each have our own thing, and we stick to it. That’s how the place stays running. I remember just years ago when this was all just an idea. But Joshua gave it a character, a personality. He built our brand from the ground up and he continues to keep it going. Kellan makes sure we don’t fall apart financially. I honestly don’t have two shits of a clue about sales and upkeep. But he does.

All the beer, food, basically anything that needs to be bought; he handles it. And God bless him, because he has made us all a lot of money.

Even as just a chef, I’m an equal partner. We all are. We met way back in the day, college graduates with shit degrees. I knew I liked food and pub cuisine, but I didn’t know what to do with it. I was prepared to work at any restaurant like this, and make a fraction of what I do now. A laughable fraction. But, one drunken night we made plans on old napkins. Woke up the next day and decided to go through with it.

I aimlessly shuffled through the freezer and dry cabinet. I was about to lose it when I thought of the one thing we didn’t have as an appetizer, fried pickles. Basic, but any bar has them. It’s sort of Irish, but most of our menu isn’t strict to Irish cuisine. I think it was part of the bran

d or something.

I got to work, planning to do wedge pickles instead. I would add some sort of twist to it, but I hadn’t decided yet. Kellan interrupted me before I could get started.

“Any luck?” He entered the kitchen and leaned against the prep counter.

“Maybe. I was thinking of fried pickles.” I shrugged, not really sure of it now that I had said it out loud.