Obedience: Gay Erotic Tales - Book 4

Unyielding grip of lust, where nothing is off limits

The tourists were out in full force, soaking in the summer heat by day and dancing and drinking themselves stupid by night. I was damn lucky they were because it was seriously beefing up my earnings as a bartender back at club Crush.

The previous manager, Dylan, had been fired. One too many times mouthing off at customers.

Jackass.

Served him right after the way he'd treated me. What kind of a guy publicly humiliates you by drenching your fully aroused, naked, shivering body in beer, commands you to crawl across a damp, frigid concrete floor to beg for his thick, engorged cock to be jammed down your throat, spreads your ass and fucks you raw, coats your face in his cum, then fires you.

Reason given.

Insubordination.

Apparently, I'm a disobedient tease because I refused to kiss him. Not that it matters anymore. Dylan's out, and I'm back in.

Jackass.

Fucking hot, though.

I hummed at the memory of being so thoroughly used in the basement cellar beneath my feet. I'd never done anything like that before. Plenty since, but nothing before.

Not until I'd met Jake.

My hot, gorgeous, and sexy Jake.

Distracted, I pressed my cock against the counter behind the bar to temper my urge to ignore the bubbly, blonde server with the unrealistically perky tits spitting drink orders at me and seek Jake out in the DJ booth for an extended play, house music blowjob.

God, I love giving him those.

Being forced to my knees beneath the decks of equipment, trapped against his thighs, coaxing every drop from his cock before returning to my post behind the bar, the taste of him salty and familiar on my lips as I poured my next round of drinks.

I grinned against the skin of my forearm, warranting a questioning look from the new manager. I winked at her to alleviate her concerns—and make her blush a little.

She was a sweet girl but helpless to resist the simplest of my and Jake's charms. Whether or not she believed any of the whispered references to my public display in the cellar was anyone's guess. She never mentioned it, and I had no intention of repeating it.

Not here anyway.

My mind wandered again, annoying the hell out of the aforementioned server. The fact I had a job in this town as a bartender at all was worth snapping out of it and paying attention.

"Sorry," I murmured, mindlessly mixing the drinks she'd begun punctuating with open-palmed smacks to the wet bar top. Despite my outright boredom, I really couldn't afford to lose this job. The economy wasn't turning around as quickly as expected, work was scarce, and I needed to continue pulling my weight at home.

My brother, Andrew, had been concerned about my return to this particular job, but after seeing how close Jake and I had become, combined with a string of promises I'd refrain from ever participating in any further workplace humiliation antics, he'd been more than happy to relieve me of my share of the rent money.

A hot, familiar breath whispered across my ear.

"Hey, sexy."

"Mm …" I responded as Jake slipped a discreet hand into my back pocket, briefly grabbing at my ass before retreating and reaching for a water glass above my head.

"Are you about ready to go?" Jake asked. "I want to be well on our way before sunrise."

"Just say the word."

"Which one," Jake teased as he edged closer, using the confined space behind the bar to inadvertently pin me against the sink. It was no secret we were together, but we still needed to watch ourselves. Crush was a straight bar. Things happen.

"That you're one hot, sexy bitch," Jake continued, jamming a thigh against the crease of my ass. I sucked in my breath.

Fuck yeah.

Jake's hand traced the back seam of my pants, coming to rest between my legs as he crunched a mouthful of ice in my ear.

"Or that I want to fuck you right here against this bar," he finished, then chuckled in my ear as he released me, leaving me to cling to the edge of the sink and catch my breath.

He had a way of doing that, leaving me breathless.

"Ice," Jake said, snapping my mind away from the image of him bending me over the sink, loosening my belt, and hauling my pants down enough to spread my ass and slide his cock into me.

Hot, hard, and fast.

"What?" I asked, peering over my shoulder at him.

No …he would've teased my hole with ice before he fucked me, tracing the pulsing ridge to numb it before pressing the smooth, burning cold into my ass, then he would've made me hold it.

Fuck yeah.

I shivered against the cold, metal sink.

"What do we need ice for?" I asked, half-hopeful.

Mm …the tears would be streaming down my cheeks, wetting my lips. I would've been told to beg for more ice, my legs quivering from the strain before Jake would allow me to expel it.

My legs almost crumpled beneath me.

"For the cooler," Jake replied, laughing. He knew exactly where my mind had gone. "We need to top it up before we head out, so the groceries don't go bad," he finished.

"Right," I replied, shaking my head.

Jake and I had mapped out a little excursion, an escape from the mayhem of tourists roaming the streets of our fair city, to be more precise, for the only time off we'd likely see all summer.

Jake had suggested camping.

I'd objected, adamantly.

He'd persuaded me using his incredibly talented tongue.

Needless to say, I'm now a camping enthusiast.

The plan was to head toward the Rockies, seek out some secluded wilderness sites to pitch our tent, roast a few marshmallows, fuck each other senseless, and fall asleep beneath the stars. Simple back to basics kind of stuff.

"Do you want me to make you a coffee before we head out?" I asked as I tidied away the rubber mat and shot glasses at my station into the dishwasher, pushing the last of the garnishes down the counter toward the bartender that would be closing tonight.

I sighed to myself—no coffee for me. I wouldn't need the rousing effects of caffeine because there was no possibility Jake would ever let me drive his baby; a powder blue 1959 GMC Jimmy. It was a beauty, no doubt about that.

Jake had lovingly restored the vintage truck that had been in his family since the day it had been driven off the lot. If it weren't for the rubber mats I'd suggested for the box, I'm sure we would've traveled with the camping gear in the cab with us, probably in my lap to protect the seats.

Jake shook his head.

"Nope," he said. "Let's just go."

I threw my bar towel into the laundry on my way to the employee lockers lining the wall near the back door. Jake nipped into the utility room to steal some ice from the spare machine, giving me a few seconds to clear my head.

I was so ready to leave town and have a little downtime with Jake. We'd been together for an entire year now, and things definitely weren't cooling off between us.

I grinned into the locker and closed the door.

I was so in love with the guy; it was pathetic.

"Let's roll," Jake shouted as he jogged past me and threw open the steel exterior door. The stress of the evening drifted away as the cool night air wafted in, drawing me out into the parking lot.

Jake had already finished spreading a new layer of ice in the cooler and was holding my door open for me, making me grin.

Attentive didn't even begin to describe Jake.

He loved me as much as I loved him, maybe more.

When Jake slid into the cab beside me, I reached over, stroked my hand across his face, and up into his hair to turn him toward me. I needed a taste of his lips before we set out.

"Always so hungry," Jake whispered, placing his hand on my chest, stopping me and daring me to chase his mouth.

Then his tone changed.

"Say please," he said.

A soft, "please," barely escaped my lips before Jake was on them, his tongue prodding, pushing—overpowering me. A coil of excitement descended from my gut and stirred my cock as Jake's hand crept its way up my chest and around my throat, grasping my jaw and demanding my submission.