Chapter Three: Joshua
It was one of those days when everything ran together, and I didn’t remember most of it. I went to the gym as always around six, and got back to my flat around eight. I play the morning news, but it’s mostly just background noise while I grind up a protein shake.
Emails got checked. One-night stands tried to hook up again. It was all the usual. I don’t take a girl home every night, but when I do it is always at their place and I hightail it out of there before shit gets complicated.
It’s great having a laid-back job, most of the time they don’t even need me in there but I had some stuff I had to handle at the bar. I showered, dressed in jeans and a polo before I headed out. I lived off of Clinton street, so the walk was less than ten minutes. Even early in the evening, the bar was starting to pile up. I wondered if we found a new barkeep, I didn’t want to have to cover it again.
Our usual barkeep ran out in the middle of his shift, said he had an emergency. But it was the seventh time he had done it, or something like that—so we told him to just not fucking come back. Impulse decision, but we were better off finding someone else than taking his shit all the time. I mean, I felt bad because I knew he was in school too. It must have had something to do with that. Better he focus on school then anyway.
I walked in through the back, but Kellan wasn’t there. I did notice a woman’s shirt on the chair, but I didn’t think too much of it. That guy can get anyone to do what he wants, especially women. They go crazy for that fucking accent of his. I rolled my eyes as I set off to find him.
“Joshua Lewis, what the hell are you doing here?” Austin boomed over the kitchen wall.
I walked inside to find him there with Kellan, and a fine ten I had never seen before. Possibly an eleven. Her hair was a fuck hot blonde color, her lips naturally peachy. She filled out the company shirt better than I could have imagined when I designed it.
“Uh, had to check on some shit…who is this?” I smirked at her, and her cheeks flushed as she averted my gaze, but it came back to me just the same.
I licked my lips at the sight of her. Plush hips, long legs…fuck, I could pound her for hours.
“New barkeep.” Kellan answered. Behind her, he gave me a look and I winked. We both wanted her. I don’t know how long she had been in here before I got here, but when I glanced over at Austin, he returned the look.
“Awesome. I’m Joshua Lewis.” I shook her hand, a little longer than necessary but who cares? She bit her lip until it whitened, and then released it with a pop as she looked up at me. Her breath hitched at my gaze.
“I’ll take you out to lunch. Fill you in on the place.” We had a little bit of history, but nothing that exciting. Behind her, Kellan nodded his agreement.
“Okay.” She glanced at Kellan and he nodded. He had already established himself as the boss, which technically he was but we don’t really keep track of the semantics.
“See ya.”
I led her out the door, forgetting I came there because I had shit to do.
“Oh, um I need to change my shirt.” She tugged back and headed for the office after I nodded. I waited for her by the door, thinking of where to take her.
I watched her walk off, hips swaying and waist tight. She was hot, but something else about her had me reeling. Maybe it was her gorgeous blue eyes, like the fucking sea. I look in them and see something more; a lot of heartbreak and some dark shit, but with a glint of happiness still. She reappeared with a timid smile.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I led her out, my hand on the small of her back. I had just met her, but it was comfortable still.
“Oh, what’s your name?” I realized I didn’t know it.
“Alexa Jordan.” She replied. Her voice was soft, but rings like bells. I could imagine what her laugh sounded like, but I wanted to hear it for real.
“Wonderful to meet you, Alexa.” I look down my nose at her to see her smiling up at me. She had a perfect smile too; a pretty row of pearly whites.
“There’s a great wing place up here.” I told her. We turned the corner and I led her inside the place. It looked a lot like ours, but they weren’t real competition.
We sat at a table in the corner. She met my eyes with a soft smile. We ordered drinks and a wing plate to share.
“So, do you own the pub?” She asked me. I leaned forward on the table.
“Sort of. We all do; Austin, Kellan, and me.”
She nodded slowly. “What do you do there?” She eyed me. I knew she was checking me out, I was doing the same. I felt the wrench of desire between us and I knew I had to act on it soon. My dick was half hard in my pants already.
“Social media and branding type stuff. I designed our logo,” I gestured to her, remembering how she looked in the shirt. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled.
“That’s cool…I’ve only ever just made drinks.” She shrugged like it was nothing.
“I’m sure you do much more than that.” I leaned closer, licking my lips as I looked down at hers. I wanted to kiss her so bad, feel how soft her lips really were.
“Hmm. There must be some sort of story behind you guys.” She blinked curiously.
“Not really. Just three guys who wanted to start some shit.” I smirked. There was more to it than that, but I wasn’t all for talking at the moment.
As we ate, I found out a little more about her. But she didn’t talk much either, I wondered why someone like her didn’t have much to say. However, her eyes told a different story. She kept looking at my hands, my mouth, my pants.
“I’m going to wash my hands, excuse me.” She stood up and disappeared to the bathroom. I used the wet napkins they gave us and then paid.
After a few minutes, I followed her down the hall. Just as she came out, I grabbed her waist and pushed her back inside against the door. I locked it behind us, and she met my eyes with the same look I was giving her. Then my lips were on hers; coursing together, my tongue pressed for entry into her mouth. She tasted like mint, she must have known this was going to happen.
I ground my body against hers, my hardness on her thigh. I separated her legs with my knee and ground my thigh against her pussy. She mewled against me and separated her legs even more. My fingers were in a rush to undo her pants, as soon as I did I slunk my fingers inside her slick warmth. She was so fucking tight, I pressed to get two fingers inside of her, and then three. She groaned against my lips and broke away for air.
“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.”