I hear the wait-staff moving around in the kitchen and opt to head down to the bar downstairs where I first met Mr. Billionaire himself. What will I do if I find Gideon behind the bar; playing the part of Ricky as he had done so seamlessly on the night we first met. My pulse starts to race and I wonder whether part of me doesn’t actually hope to find him there with that mop of hair flopped over one eye and his cock throbbing at the very sight of me. I pause outside the bar door and behind it I hear the clinking of glasses. Is it him? Taking a deep breath I open the door, expecting to find Ricky standing behind the bar, but it isn’t Ricky that I see.
A pair of chestnut brown eyes turns to me with a single eyebrow raised.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting company tonight.” He finishes wiping out a glass and sets it on a hanging rack above the bar.
“I wasn’t expecting a bartender tonight.” There’s a hollow emptiness in my chest, my stomach has fallen and I can feel tears welling in my eyes.
“Well, let me get you a drink…” He sets down a napkin on the bar and nods towards a stool. I sit down and reach over the bar, helping myself to a glass and a bottle of whiskey, Gideon’s drink of choice on the night I had told him I was leaving. I fill the glass to the top and ignore the widening eyes of the new bartender as I recall the smell of whiskey on Gideon’s breath the last time we had fucked. I’d say made love but there was no love, not the last time. The last time had been Gideon’s final attempt to get me to stay, wordless desperation, but when it hadn’t worked he had turned back to his whiskey glass. Why had it been so hard for him to ask me to stay? Why didn’t he understand that a breathless fuck was far from the words I needed to hear?
I throw back the last gulp of whiskey and slam my glass down on the bar top. It burns every inch of the way down but it numbs the sadness, at least for now.
“Rough night, huh?” I look at the new bartender, giving him a blank stare and watching his squirm in nervous apprehension.
“You could say that.” I pour another glass of whiskey.
“Take it easy, you’ll be sleeping here tonight you keep drinking like that.” Something about the way he says this reminds me of the back and forth I’d had with Gideon on our first night here in this bar. This bartender is far from Gideon Lambert but after another glass of whiskey he would certainly do.
“Well, wouldn’t that just be tragic?” As the words fall from my lips I instantly feel like the biggest bitch on the face of the planet and breaking my gaze from his I look around the bar. Nothing has changed since the last time I was down here, except of course for ‘Ricky.’
“I could think of worse things to happen…” The brown eyed bartender smiles at me and I can’t help but offer him a reserved smile back. “You wanna talk about it?”
The guy was tenacious, I’d give him that. If I were him I would have kicked me out the second I reached for the whiskey bottle. He leans on the bar, his head in his hand and I let my fingers reach out, touching his short blonde hair. He looks ex-military, nothing like the suave billionaire I’d picked up on my last venture down here. The truth is though, that I don’t want to talk about it. I run my fingers over his stubble before hooking my fingers under his chin and leaning over to kiss him. His lips are soft and there is gentleness to his mouth that Ricky never had. He lifts his hand to my cheek and slides it back, wrapping his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. As he pulls me to him, I feel that dull throbbing between my legs and I’m reminded of Ricky, of his cock sliding deep inside me.
In a matter of seconds I find that I have walked around to the back side of the bar and dropped to my knees. I feel his hands in my hair and I can hear his breath catching as I unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper. I don’t even know the guys name but right now that doesn’t seem to matter, right now I just want his cock. He takes a stuttering breath in as I pull his cock from his boxers; it springs free, already throbbing in my hand. His cock is thicker than Gideon’s and as I slip it between my lips and run my tongue along the bell of his head I try to forget Gideon. I feel hands knotting in my hair as he holds my mouth around him, not fucking me, just steadying himself as I work his cock in and out of my lips. Lifting my eyes to his I see him looking down at me, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed with concentration. I can almost hear him begging himself not to blow his load just yet and I find myself begging him to, because if he doesn’t then I am going to take this further. It’s not that I don’t want to feel him inside me, but replacing my last fuck with Gideon with a fuck from a complete stranger is just so…final. I slide my lips as far down his length as I can and feel as his cock bumps the back of my throat. He lets out a gasp and holds my head still.#p#分页标题#e#