Mind-blowing. I can’t believe I waited this long to get Amos on his knees in front of me like he is now. He groans, gagging for breath, and I shudder. I let up slightly, taking a tiny step back and allow him to set the pace.
“I’ll try not to make too much of a mess,” I remark, grinning when he glances up and rolls his eyes and then his fucking tongue. Jesus.
Focusing on not making a mess of him while I try to concentrate enough on what’s happening, along with the knife I’ve still got in my hand, I drag the blade along his nape and around to the front of his shirt.
Amos grunts, reaching up to wrap one hand around my hip and the other on my ass… giving me access to his arms. Not willing to turn down any free opportunity to play, I lightly run the tip of the blade from his elbow to his bicep, making him gasp as the metal slices shallow cuts into his flesh.
His gasp is fucking enticing, and I drop the knife to retake control, using his mouth exactly how I want to use him. The sound of the back door to the diner opening causes him to hesitate, and he tries to pull back, but I’m having none of it. With a vicious twist of his hair in my fist, I pull him closer as I come, filling his mouth and throat.
“Hope you enjoyed, the tip, Amos. There’s more where that came from,” I comment with a laugh, as I look up into the shocked eyes of the busboy who immediately turns around and walks back inside. Glancing back down to Amos who’s crouched on the floor, I watch as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets to his feet.
“I get off soon, so I hope you saved room for dessert, Xavier,” he fires back at me after he adjusts himself and follows the other guy back inside.
I chuckle at his attempt to be snarky as I turn to walk around the front and back into the diner. He enjoyed it, and truth be told, so did I… more than I’d care to admit.
Chapter Ten
Amos
I linger by the back entrance to the kitchen as Xavier disappears down the alley and around toward the front of the diner.
The taste I had of him should be enough to hold me over until quitting time, but I want more. I want him to force me to take more. Just how he forced me to take his cock down my throat.
In those few torrid moments, I felt like his dirty, little slut and it’s something I want to experience again.
Taking in a steadying breath, I glance down at the rolling pin and measuring cup, content that they’re safely hidden from view for the time being, then pull the door open and head back into work.
Colin is standing by the fryer, concentrating desperately on a batch of fries he’s got going.
It takes everything in me not to turn around and walk back outside, and hope that he’ll have gone back to bussing tables by the time I come back in.
Which would probably be never.
Instead, I clear my throat and muster up some of the bravery I felt with Xavier, and walk over to the flattop.
“You okay?” I ask him casually.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah.”
He chops his response into three separate words instead of one coherent thought, and I know that he’s not okay.
“I can take over from here,” I say as cheerfully as I can. I lick my bottom lip, still tasting the lingering nectar from Xavier’s dick as it slipped through my parted lips when he pulled it out of my mouth, and do my best not to sigh.
This is already weird enough for Colin apparently, and I don’t want to make it any worse.
“Amos?”
“Yeah?” I ask as I reach for my apron and tie it around my waist.
“Do your parents know?”
“Do my parents know what?” I press, casting him a sidelong glance.
“About you and Xavier.”
I roll my eyes.
There is no me and Xavier. He’s never been the kind of guy to get tied down to a girl, so I doubt he’d change his ways for me.