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Chapter 3

Oh my God I think my head is going to explode. I'm clearing the tables next to the window of the deli, it's hot in here and people keep bloody talking, don't they realise I have the hangover from hell. I look over to Barney at the counter and tell him I'm just popping outside. I sit on the bench, lean my head back and close my eyes. Just as I'm starting to feel slightly less nauseous I hear the beeps of a lorry reversing – I honestly think the universe is against me. I open my eyes and lift my head and that's when I see him, Brendan. He's talking to the driver of the lorry and then signs for the delivery. Fuck this is the first time I've seen him sober and he's still as gorgeous as I thought he was when I was drunk. I didn't think it was possible, I thought my mind must be playing tricks on me, I mean on paper the tache alone should put me off, but it doesn't, it just reminds me of how it feels to have his mouth wrapped round my dick.

He must feel like he's being watched cause he looks up and as corny as it sounds our eyes meet. He hands the clipboard back to the driver and walks towards me. As he gets closer he smiles and says "Steven, you said last night you weren't following me, yet here we are again, only this time you're sitting across from my club. Surely this must be a form of stalking". For a minute I think he's being serious till I notice the glint in his eyes. I point to the sign above my head, "this is my deli right, so if anything, you moving here and buying the club right opposite it, means that it's you that's stalking me". The delivery driver shouts over to him, I can see him roll his eyes and as he turns to walk away he says that maybe he'll come in for a coffee later.

I spend the next 3 hours staring at the door.

I send Barney home about half an hour before we are due to close, there's been hardly any customers for the last hour, everything's clean and we've prepped for the morning and there's no point in both of us hanging around doing nothing.

Just as I've almost given up hope of Brendan coming in the door opens and he walks in. He's changed clothes since earlier. He's now in a grey suit and a tight black shirt – the trousers leave very little to the imagination, not that I have to imagine. I can't help but smile at that thought. I've seriously turned into a 14 year old girl with a crush – it's embarrassing.

He walks in like he own the place. He's just got this air of confidence; I noticed it in the club that night in Dublin. It's like he demands attention wherever he is.

"Hello again Steven, coffee with 3 sugars".

I turn to make his coffee and I can feel him staring at me. He doesn't say anything else, and I really don't want this to be awkward. I mean he's Cheryl's brother and we now work across the street from each other. So with my back to him I start to explain that I know we were just for one night and that I haven't told anyone so it's not a big deal. I don't get any further when I feel him loop his arm around my waist; he's pressed up against me from chest to hip. I didn't even hear him walk round the counter. His mouth is right next to my ear, the sound of him breathing, the smell of him and his close proximity has me beginning to harden. He whispers, "So if you've not told anyone and I've not told anyone, then no-one knows except you and me" then suddenly his mouth is on me and he's kissing the breath right out of me. I turn in his arms and start to really get into the kiss. He moves his hand from my waist and starts to rub my erection through my trousers. I can feel him hardening against my hip. I start to undo the buttons on his shirt and run my fingers through the course hair on his chest. He grabs both my thighs and lifts me and the only thing I can do is wrap my legs around him. He slams me up against the wall and starts to grind against me and I can't help the whimper that escapes my mouth.

Just as we are really getting into it his phone rings. I tell him to ignore it but as soon as it stops ringing it starts again. He pulls his mouth away from me but keeps me pinned to the wall with his hips and one hand as he fumbles around in his pocket for his phone.

"Chez, yeah I did, no it's not busy, yes he made me a coffee, listen Chez, I'll be back in 5 ok. Good"

He hangs up the phone and launches straight back in to kiss me. After about a minute he pulls away from me and lowers my feet to the ground.

"Listen Steven, I gotta go, Chez needs me at the club. Come by later though and we can talk, bring Amy"

He gives me another kiss then he leaves and I'm left standing against the wall with a smile on my face and an erection in my trousers… this is going to be a good night.

After some persuasion I get Amy to agree to come to the club. She gives me a knowing look when I try to convince her it's not because I have a thing for Brendan it just to support Cheryl. She doesn't believe me I can tell but I'm grateful she doesn't push it.

We get to the club and are walking towards the bar when we see JP and Mitzeee on the edge of the dance floor. Turns out JP wanted to support Cheryl too. We drink and we dance but I can't see Brendan anywhere. I can't help but feel disappointed.

Later when I am walking back from the toilet someone grabs me by the arm and pulls me. I turn round to ask what the fuck they're doing when I realise its Brendan and he's pulling me through a door. He closes the door and slams me up against it.

He crowds in close and says "Where were we?" He leans in to kiss me again but I turn my head away. He looks confused and says, "Listen Steven have I got this wrong, I thought you'd wanna", he doesn't get any further because I unbuckle and unzip him and drop to my knees.

I remember thinking in Dublin that he felt big but with his dick in front of me I honestly don't know how I ever got that in me, he's huge. I give him a few strokes as he hardens. It's the first time I've had my hands on him and it just feels perfect, like he fits. I can feel the vein pulse as I take him into my mouth and run my tongue over the head of his cock. I start to slide him in and out my mouth and fight off my gag reflex, relaxing my throat so I can take him deeper. I know how good he is at this and I've never doubted my skills when giving head but I really want to make sure this is a blow job he'll never forget. I put my hands round his waist and cup his bum cheeks, pulling him forward slightly to encourage him to fuck my mouth. The groans that escape him are such a turn on and he picks up speed thrusting into my mouth. I pull back and dip my tongue into the slit, he tastes amazing and as I flick under the rim he thrusts forward and comes down my throat.

He pulls me up and sticks his tongue in my mouth so he can taste himself. As we break away he cups my face with his hands and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, "Such a pretty mouth Steven". He pushes me back on to the couch and takes off my trousers as he kneels between my legs. I close my eyes and throw my head back in anticipation of him returning the favour, but he doesn't go for my cock. I feel his tongue begin to lap at my hole and as he pushes in I swear I can see stars, his mouth really should come with a health warning.

He adds a finger in beside his tongue then adds another, brushing up against my prostate and my body can't help but seize up as a cry falls from my mouth. He pulls away and sits down on the couch beside me. He must see the confused look on my face, I mean I'm still as hard as a rock and he's just leaving me sitting here. Just when I'm about to ask if he's having second thought he nods towards his dick and tells me to hop on.

I straddle his thighs, roll a condom on him and smother him in lube, all the time trying not to think about why he has supplies in his office and who he planned on using them with. I slowly lower myself down on him. He kisses me through the pain and as the resistance lessens I start to circle my hips. He lets me have control for all of about 10 seconds before he begins thrusting up into me, hitting my prostate with every move.

I lean my forehead against his shoulder as we both come down from our high and I desperately try to get my breathing under control.

He kisses my temple and says, "Listen Steven, no-one knows about us do they, why don't we keep it that way, just for just now. I know what Chez is like and it's too much pressure, if she knows I'd never hear the end of it".

I turn my head to look at him and ask if that means he wants to meet up again. I can't help the self-doubt, I mean look at him, he's like a wet dream and I don't get why he'd want me. He pulls me in for another kiss before he tells me he thinks we should get to know each other. I smile and nod and then kiss him again. I can't believe my luck.

We get dressed, which takes a surprisingly long time cause I can't stop kissing him can I. I can't help but think he shouldn't wear clothes; he's got such a nice body that it's a shame to cover it up. But then he bends over to get his phone off his desk and the way his trousers cling to his arse makes me re-think that cause he's hot in clothes too.

He slides his hands down my waist over my hip and I think he's about to start round two when he puts his hand in my pocket and pulls out my phone. He adds his number and calls himself so he can save mine. Then he gives me another kiss and says he better get back to work.

I tell Amy that I had gone out for some fresh air when she asks where I've been and she drags me up to dance. It's the last thing I want to do, I've just cum and I feel all heavy and sleepy but I can't tell her that so I follow her onto the dance floor.

I keep glancing over to the bar and I see JP very obviously flirting with Brendan. It makes my skin crawl and I know I shouldn't feel jealous, it's not like he's my boyfriend but I can't help feeling like I want to rip JP's face off. After the next song I tell Amy that I'm going to get another drink and I make my way over to the bar. I hear Brendan laugh and say "no can do kid, I'm closing up here then walking my baby sister home". I laugh which makes Brendan and JP look at me. Brendan asks what the hell that noise was, telling me that my laugh sounds like a drowning donkey. JP laughs at his comment and I can't help but have a pop at how he's just been turned down by Brendan. Brendan makes some comment about us not cat fighting in his club and walks away and I can't help but feel slightly resentful that he didn't really acknowledge me. Some other barman comes and serves me as I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. My mood lightens when I see it's a text from Brendan,

such a pretty mouth when you pout, can't wait to have it round my cock again soon BB

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