THE GAY BARTENDER

chapter fifteen

He rose up, his body towring over mine , straddling my side .Then he lifted two fingers , licked them , and slipped them down my pants .he slid them over my lips slowly.He moaned and drank in my reaction.i was struggling , biting my bottom lip, trying to hold it in.My whole body was ready to burst.

''Are you ready?''He unbuttoned his pants, revealing a atuft of black hair.He was mssing with his fly with his head c****d to the side playfully.

''Mm-hmm''I couldn't take it.I was going home to come.

''Yeah?'' He lowered his zipper just enough to give me alook at the nbase of his c**k.

''Don't make me beg.''

''Don't make me ask you to.''He undid his zipper and his c**k fall out. It was standing up, jumping up and down eagerly. He pulled my head up and pressed his c**k past my lips into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat instantly and kept going .I needed to taste every bit of it , let my tongue move over the foreskin, and twist my hand over the shaft, but he was the one in control .He pushed back out .The he dove back again in again.

''God, that feels so f*****g good.''He exhaled sharply , stood up, pulled my pants down , and lifted my legs.Then he slammed throgh my legs .Then he slammed through.There was no easing it in, no asking if it was okay. It was just raw force slamming through me.I lost control, shuddering, throbbing , trembling as he poured in, sliding his d**k past with his finger moving over my c**t up and down in time with hs movements.

I took him in, helpless to do anything but lay my head back while he pounded me.He was moving faster now, grunting softly.He knew just where to go, how fast to move and how to reach that spot that was driving me insane.

He was ruthless , his teeth bared , his hips swinging , staring down at me as he pushed me closer to that point . Flesh slammed against flesh and sweat poured in our bodies melding with each other's .We were one being , working toward a singular goal, engrossed in the task of providing pleasure to one another in every way imagineable.

He drove himself inside me, sweat dripping down his face .His mouth fell open .My head dove back , and my eyes closed. The world fell away, and something inside me exploded, spreading warm ripples throughout my body, even into the tips of my fingers and toes .

He collapsed beside me with a sigh, his c**k hanging down his leg .

''That was amazing .''I was speechless, swimmimg in the afterglow .He started to stand up and ducked down to pull his pants off the floor .I looked over to see what he was soing , still drun on the moment.

He put his pants on.''I should probably take you home.''

''Okay.''I sat up , confused .Why was he pushing me out like this?

Was he worried about somebody finding me there? The truth slammed me in the face.Ofcourse , he was worried .A man like him was too good to be single.He probably had another girl like me everyday and everynight. while his wife was away racking up credit card debt. I felt stupid. As I got dressed ,I looked around the room fro signs of his wife. The closet was closed , so I couldn't se inside , and here were no personal items , no photos , just his phone , his laptop and his charger. he was probably too smart to leave anything else out, but there were signs.

The room was decorated like a versailles palace with a white canopy bed, mahogany side tables and a TV stand that matched , all with gold inlay rnning around the edges.This wasn't a aman's cave.

No man could decorate aroom like this.It needed a woman's touch.

I felt like an intruder , breaking into somebody's home, taking her man behind her back .Just the idea of infidelity was enough to make me sick. Acting it out warranted nothing less than capital punishment.I helped a man hurt the woman he'd dedicated himself to.I was the other woman.

He walked into the bathroom while I got dressed .i couldn't believe that I let myself hope like that .I finally found somebody who I could connect with ,who actually understood me , and he just happened to be married.

''You ready?'' He walked out of the bathroom.

''Yeah''I folllowed him downstairs.

He waited at the bottom to take my arm in his. I let him, bt I don't want to. I felt dirty .i needed to leave, to forget this man and never think about what happened again.He must've noticed the change in my demeanor, but he didn't say anything , which meant he probably didn't care what I thought .He got what he wanted .Now , he was just taking out the trash.

He was just as quiet as I was completely subdued .The tension only seemed to get worse the closer we got to my place .Maybe he was worried that I'd try to kiss him or tell him that the night meant something more than it should've .I was worried that he'd try to do the demented relationship drama,I was nobody's mistress, and I needed him to know that.But I didn't want to voice it aloud, so I stayed stiff and watched out the window until he pulled up to my apartments , and we stopped.

I looked over at him.he was staring straight ahead, his finger tapping against the wheel.I was waiting for him to say something anything.I needed to be wrong .This connected with a man in years .It couldn't end like this.

I climbedout, Imagining what it would be like for him to grab my wrist, pulled me back in and slam his lips against mine. Instead, he gave me a quick smile and got the car started again .I felt used, like he'd lid to me and violated me.This was supposed to be a date, not an affair.Had I known he was married I probably would've slapped him in the face for trying to come on to me.

When I walked back inside,I kept thinking about his wife.Did she know that he was cheating ? Did she care? What if this was the final straw that broke her heart for good ? I couldn't live with myself if that happened . She must not have known. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so quick to get me out of there. I sighed and walked back to my room to change for bed.