“Celtic dance class when I was nine. I made it four years before my feet said no more pirouettes and tap.”
“Where from America are you?” he asks, filling a glass with the dark cider before putting it down in front of me.
“What is this, twenty questions?” I asked, taking my first sip and rejoice in its apple flavoring.
“Fair enough,” he chuckled.
“So, I don’t get the bartender flair with the two of you?” I ask, pointing between them.
He looks over at his partner on the other side of the bar, pouring a glass of Guinness in a pint glass.
“Aiden is better than I am,” he says.
“Aiden, huh. I don’t know, you were pretty good with your hands,” I trail off, raising my eyebrow in inquisition of giving me his name.
“Finn,” he offers.
“Finn, I’m Amelia.”
I hold my hand out for him to shake, but instead takes my hand in his as his lips graze across the top of my skin.
“Nice to meet you, Amelia.”
Amelia. Shit! You fucking twat. You forgot to give him a fake name.
He turns around and grabs a towel and wipes down the serving bar of a puddle of water. As he is occupied, I grab a white napkin and grab a pen from my purse beside me. I write quickly:
Meet me in the bathroom.
You and Aiden.
Show me what that bartender flair can do.
Amelia
I put the pen back in my purse and rake my fingers through the fake blonde curls of my wig before standing up. I take one large sip of my cider before he looks up at me. I push the napkin closer to him and he takes it quickly. I get up from the stool, smoothing out my dress as I stand up. His eyes scan over the note quickly and I smirk at him in amusement before turning around and walking away in the direction of the bathroom. I turn around to look at him and wink at him, willing him to live a little dangerously. He pours himself a quick shot of whiskey and swallows the golden liquor in one gulp. The look on his face amuses me and I giggle as I walk through the large mahogany door with a “Mná Ladies” sign on the door.
I look in the mirror fluffing the curls of my wig, smoothing out my dress in nervousness. I release a deep breath and take off my denim jacket and lay it across the moss green sofa couch against the antique ivory painted walls. My heels clack against the black tiled floors as I tap my foot as I wait and hope for the door to open.
What the fuck am I doing? I can’t believe you. Just hide in here and don’t leave until closing time. You are certifiable right now.
I lean against the white marble sink and wrap my arms subconsciously around my thick stomach. Never been more self-conscious in my life. I look at the nearby mirror and my eyes have turned a light green, which is only true when I am in heavy emotions…and apparently horniess. The latch of the door opens, instantly catching all my attention. Finn enters with a lit cigarette hanging off his lips. My body tenses as I shift from one foot to the other. He pinches his cigarette between his thumb and index finger and releases a deep puff of smoke. He pushes the cigarette into the wall behind him and throws it on the bathroom floor. His face is stoic. I can’t read it in the least. Suddenly he pushes his white button-up shirt up his forearms. On his left forearm is a large Celtic cross tattoo. Without thinking, I bite my lip in want and need for the man in front of me. I have never in my life felt this extreme desire and almost obsession before. My breaths quickened as he walks closer to me. The scent of his cologne intoxicating in itself. His fingers run through the curls in my hair.
“You’re here,” I whisper.
“I wanted you from the moment you walked through those doors,” he whispers, his fingers intertwining with my hair.
A lock of his hair falls down into his face and I push it back with my index finger. We lock eyes and as I open my mouth to say something, his lips crash into mine. His tongue possessing mine in a frenzied need to claim my mouth. The door opens and I instantly push myself away from him, expecting to see a patron of the pub walking through the door. Only I am surprised to see Aiden standing there stoically. His steel gray eyes stare back at me intimately. A sense of intimidation coming from his intense gaze. He holds up a finger to signal me to be quiet, before turning around to lock the door behind him. I pull the thin fabric of my white sundress up my hips and hook my thumbs into my white lace underwear and roll them down my legs. I push them over my heeled shoes and kick them across the bathroom. Without blinking or another gaze at the men in front of me, I turn around and place my palms on the marble sink counter in front of me and lay as flat as I can. My nakedness in full view of the men behind me. In this moment, Lucas creeps into my head and his words of my unadventurous sex lifestyle.
How is this for dead fish, prick face?
Soft lips against the right side of my neck makes me turn my head in that direction, just as a second set of lips kiss the other side of my neck. I wrap my hand around Finn’s neck as Aiden begins kissing up and down my neck.
Holy fuck this is hot. This is my life?
Suddenly my body is turned around to face these two incredibly gorgeous men in front of me. Finn lifts me up and places me on the sink gently. As Finn kisses my lips at a frenzied pace, Aiden brushes a lock of stray hair out of my face. Hands on my knees. Hands going up my thigh. I am in ecstasy. I have no idea whose hand is who’s.
“Touch yourself for me,” Finn breathes.
“I’m already wet,” I answer.
“Touch yourself,” Aiden says firmly.
I slid my palm down the length of my cunt, grazing my liquid covered clit. It was warm and ready and wanting.
“Good girl,” they say in unison.
Yeah, like that wasn’t fucking hot. Jesus Christ almighty.
Aiden is the first to pull his cock out of his pants and begins stroking it in front of me. I graze my palm over the bulge in Finn’s pants and pull it out of his trousers as quickly as I could. Both of the men, with girth and length abound.
Now, I know why Irish eyes are smiling.
I jumped at the sudden contact between their fingers and my clit and released a sharp gasp in excitement.
"I'm so ready for you,” I say.
"Not yet. I want Aiden to finish, then your mine,” Finn replies.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp, a wave of pleasure shoots throughout my body.
Aiden immediately sinks his lips down into my lap, kissing up and down the most sensitive areas. His tongue meets my clit and instantly a feeling overcomes me of pure ecstasy. My back arched as waves of pleasure invade my body until I reach climax and my hips push my sex against his mouth. I reach for Finn and hold onto his shirt in my hands tightly as I come against Aiden’s face as he continues flicking his tongue up and down my clit. The sound of a condom wrapper ripped open and latex expanding I hear numbly as I sat breathless on the counter. My heels on my feet shaking from the most amazing tongue action I have ever experienced thus far. Finn holds my cheek in his large hands and kisses softy down my neck. At this moment, Aiden presses deep into me and I am lost to a sexual fog. In the arms of two amazingly handsome men. I hold firmly onto Aiden’s hips as he presses deeper inside of me. His thrusts harder and more frequent. Each movement bringing me closer and closer to the edge of release. Finn pushes my cheek with his finger to look at him.
“Eyes on me,” Finn commands.