Vesper Martinis (Sweet Cocktails #9)

Prologue

Wesley

Six Months Ago

I sit at the bar, tapping my glass with my finger as I look around the room. I thought that maybe after working in a bar for years, I wouldn’t want to hang out in one during my off time, but I don’t mind. It can be a pleasant environment. And it helps if it’s in another city.

The bar I work for is a high-end bar in Vancouver, which is different from where I am in New York. This bar is more of a hole in the wall—calmer and quieter. It’s a bar where the bartenders know most of the patrons by name.

I’m visiting my parents in New York and having one last drink before my flight home later tonight.

I look over to my left, feeling a set of eyes on me, and my breath hitches when they meet the gaze of a man with dark-rimmed glasses, a sharp suit, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

Fuck me.

His eyes looked absolutely devilish as they raked over my body. This is what they mean by “undressing him with your eyes.” Because right now I can feel my body heat tick up and my skin become sensitive. My cock twitches in my jeans, and I want nothing more than to have this man.

Typically behind the bar, I can flirt my ass off, but on the other side of it is a different story. Still, something draws me to this man so intensely that I find myself sliding off the stool and walking towards him.

He sits up straighter, bringing his drink to his perfect lips as he continues to make eye contact with me. I sit next to him at the bar and reach out my hand.

“Hi, I’m Wesley.” I wait for him to reciprocate, but he doesn’t even look at my hand, making me blush in embarrassment. He smirks at me and as I’m about to put it back down and abort this mission, he takes my hand in his.

“Pierce. Donnelley,” he says, shaking my hand, and then takes a sip of his drink.

Pierce looks me up and down as if studying me, and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine.

I clear my throat before asking a question. It’s not a particularly fancy question but it’s all I can think of at the moment. Something about this man’s fierce blue eyes has my brain short-circuiting.

“So, you live around here?”

Pierce smirks, then nods his head. “Yeah, I do,” he says simply, leaving it at that.

Oh, he’s going to make me work for it.

Well, game on.

“Nice. I used to live here. But I’ve recently moved. I’m actually headed back home later tonight.”

I add that part to indicate I’m not here looking for love. He seems to get my drift because his body shifts closer and more towards me, and his eyebrow lifts.

“You are, are you?” Pierce looks around the bar. “So, you’re here to relax before an uncomfortable plane ride?”

“Something like that.” When crossing my leg over my knee, I brush against his leg.

Pierce’s eyes follow where I brush his leg, then tilts towards my face. When his eyes hit mine, my cock twitches in my pants.

Fuck me, he’s handsome. Strong jawline with a bit of scruff, sharp eyes, and a wicked grin. He takes a sip of his drink and then licks his lips.

“You, um, wanna go somewhere… I don’t know… quieter?” I ask as a man in the back laughs loudly.

“Where would you suggest?” He sets his drink down and pulls out his wallet for some cash.

“I have a hotel room a couple blocks from here.” I nod to the front door of the bar.

Pierce steps off his stool, and as he stands, I realize he’s an inch or two taller than me. He looks down at me with a sideways grin, leans in, and whispers into my ear, “When we get to your hotel room, I’m going to ruin you.”

“That’s pretty cocky,” I say, raising an eyebrow.

He gives me an equally cocky grin. “I am well aware of my…talents.”

I chuckle. “Well, we shall see about that,” I say, downing the rest of my drink.

He stands up straight, fixes his suit jacket, which already looks too perfect on his body, and walks past me. I scramble to pay the bartender, who gives me a knowing smile and wink. A “have fun,” as it were.

I catch up to Pierce as he stands outside the bar, waiting for me. The breeze is cool, but it doesn’t make me feel cold. My heart is racing too fast, and blood is pumping through my whole body. I’m tingling, and I can’t wait to touch him and see what he’s hiding under those clothes.

I don’t typically do hook-ups, especially with people I only had a five-minute conversation with. But there was something about him the second I looked at him that had my body screaming, “I want him. I need him.” And instead of chickening out, I went for it.

We take the elevator up to my hotel room, and I feel Pierce reach behind me and cup the small of my back. I’m only wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and he’s so close to my waistline. He slides his hand down and tucks a couple fingers under my belt. I shiver, and I turn my head and see Pierce looking straight ahead with a happy smile on his face, I assume because he got a reaction out of me.

The doors open, thank fuck, and as much as I’m in a hurry to get him inside, he’s taking his sweet time, drawing out the moment.

As soon as we do, I suddenly don’t know what to do. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex with anyone, and I’m shaking with need.

“I like you desperate,” he says as he comes up behind me, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

I can feel his erection poking into my back, and I press myself against it.

“Mmmm,” he groans and palms my dick over my jeans.

Now it’s my turn to groan.

“You like my hands on you, don’t you?” Pierce growls in my ear as he rubs my cock over my pants.

“Fuck. Me. I breathe, and he squeezes.

“Answer me.” His other hand pulls at my hair, and he runs his teeth across the skin of my throat.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. I love your hands on me. Please,” the plea slips past my lips, and I can feel him smile.

He releases me and spins me around.

“I like how your face flushes like that,” he says, brushing his finger over my cheek. “Your eyes are dilated, and I can see the lust in them. Fuck, you look good.” He exhales sharply.

Then he says, “Take out my cock.”

His command is sharp and dripping with lust. I reach out and undo his belt. It takes me a little longer than I want it to. My fingers shake with anticipation, which makes it difficult to unfasten his belt. Pierce looks at me with amusement in his eyes but says nothing. He just lets me fool around with his belt until I get it. He hisses as I reach in and pull out his cock, smoothing my hand over the velvet skin.

I figured he was big, based on what I saw pressing against his slacks, but I wasn’t anticipating how perfect he’d look. I can wrap my fingers all around him, but I already know I wouldn’t be able to take all of him into my mouth. He’s soft like velvet and hard like steel with veins alongside the shaft, and his head is dripping pre-cum.

I guess I was taking too long because Pierce says something, breaking my staring contest with his beautiful cock.

“Don’t worry, that’s not the part of me that bites.” He winks.

I chuckle softly before licking my lips and sinking onto my knees. I inhale his masculine scent before gripping him at the base and then running my tongue up his shaft. Pierce groans above me, a deep, low, growling sound that almost sounds like he’s in pain.

He stays completely still, minus his thighs twitching and flexing as I go down on him, sinking my lips past the head, licking up the pre-cum.

Then Pierce grips my head and fucks my mouth roughly. I take breaths when I can as tears prick my eyes, and my cock aches so badly. The roughness sends a shiver down my spine. I like being handled, and it seems like Pierce knows precisely how to handle me.

“You like that, don’t you, baby? You like me fucking that mouth of yours. Hard.” He growls that last word as he pushes his cock entirely into my mouth.

I can’t breathe, but it feels fantastic.

He releases me, and I take a huge breath, a line of spit connecting my lips to his dick dangling between us.

“Get up,” he pants, his eyes wild.

“Turn around,” he commands, and I do just that, pressing my hands against the wall.

I feel him undo my belt and push my pants down, then tug at the hem of my shirt, pulling it off. I feel his warm palm against my shoulder blades and his lips and tongue on my spine. Slowly, he goes lower and lower down my back. My back bows as he kisses the sensitive spot at the base of my spine, and I groan.

The sound of spit is all I hear among the blood rushing in my ears. Then I feel his finger probe my ass.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I hiss and press myself against his finger.

“You want me to fuck you here, Boy?” Pierce growls as he adds a second finger.

“Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes. Please,” I beg as my cock leaks pre-cum, and I slowly lose my mind as he teases my hole.

By the time I hear the wrapper of the condom, I’m on the cusp.

Feeling Pierce slide his cock inside me makes my eyes roll to the back of my head, and we both groan.

“Fuck. So fucking tight,” he says through gritted teeth.

He sounds just as close as me.

He gives me a few experimental thrusts, getting me used to his size. And God, I needed that because he’s just a touch bigger than I’m used to.

“Oh, fuck.” I groan, shoving my ass against Pierce, making his cock sink deeper inside me.

My hands claw up the wall as pleasure makes coherent thought impossible. I’m at the mercy of the man behind me, plowing into my ass.

“Pierce,” I moan, my hand reaching towards my cock.

“No,” his deep voice stops me in my tracks. “Keep those hands where I can see them.”

I place them back on the wall and feel his hands slide down my arm. He presses his palms against the back of my hands, pinning them to the wall as he picks up the pace.

His belt rattles with every thrust. And while my pants are on the ground at my feet, he still covers most of him. In fact, I’m essentially naked with my shirt off, but he still has his dress shirt on.

“Be a good boy and keep your hands on the wall,” he orders and slides his hand over my chest down to my aching cock.

He grips it, and I groan loudly, rocking into his hand. My shaft has been leaking pre-cum, and he has a vice-grip on it. I feel my balls draw up, and I’m so close to coming.

“Pierce,” I gasp, warning him.

“No. Not yet. Not until I say.”

I press my forehead against the wall and try to calm myself so I can wait.

Pierce wraps his other hand around my throat and pulls me back, my head against his shoulder, and my eyes turn upwards to the ceiling.

He fucks me hard and fast, stroking my cock as he does.

“Here is what’s going to happen, baby. I’m going to fill this sweet ass with my cum, and then if you can keep yourself from coming as I do, you can come after that. Sound good, baby?”

I nod. “Yes,” I gasp.

“Good.”

He lets go of my throat to grip my hips. He thrusts hard and fast until he’s groaning. He empties himself into the condom, and I don’t come. Just as I’m told.

“Good boy,” he gasps.

Pierce pulls out of me, making us both groan. Then he spins me around and starts stroking my cock.

“Come, baby,” he groans, staring at me with those gorgeous eyes.

I lose it, groaning his name as I come all over his hand.

We had a couple of rounds of back and forth, and then he left. He didn’t leave a note and didn’t say anything. Just left. And I never saw him again.

Until he became my new boss.