Gallagher

You were a regular at the famous bar, Dreamjolt Hostelry, and most of the other regular customers could recognize you with ease. As soon as you sat down, you're drawn to conversations at the counter, and the drinksmith had already memorized your regular order.

Naturally, you made a number of friends along the way, including Siobhan, the famous drinksmith herself. Despite enjoying your time conversing with friends and even strangers as you indulge your drinks, your eyes were always looking for someone:

The security officer of the Bloodhound Family that somehow became a drinksmith, Gallagher.

You weren't exactly sure why you're fond of him, but he quickly became the reason why you visited the bar almost everyday when you had the chance.

Because he didn't show up everyday, you had to play the game of luck. And on lucky days where you saw him behind the counter brewing drinks, you wouldn't admit that you're just a little overjoyed, sometimes.

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“Ah, you're here again. The regular?”

You sat across Gallagher, separated by the bar’s counter, observing his every move. He flashed you a lazy smile before he took a wine glass from the shelf and poured your order.

His buff body, his lean muscles and his veiny arms drove you crazy secretly. Delusional? You wouldn't think so. You'd rather call it admiration.

As he was busy pouring and mixing drinks in front of you, you couldn't help but let your fantasies run wild inside your own head. Now, you decided that your life should be a little more fun.

“You know, security officer, I really like you.”

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Gallagher took over the bar today, telling Siobhan that he could handle the job easily. Although Siobhan doubted him at first, she decided to let him do whatever. Plus, she wanted a day off for herself.

The bar was quiet, already past its closing hour and the place was only dimly lit by a few small lights from the ceiling and table lamps.

Behind the shelf that displayed various shapes and sizes of wine glasses told a different story.

Your bare ass was sitting on the surface of the bar’s cold counter with Gallagher holding a glass of his favorite whiskey in his free hand, the other gently brushing his fingers on your exposed wet pussy, his eyes never leaving yours.

You jolted when he began to pour the ice cold whiskey on your cunt slowly, little by little, before he kneeled down and leaned his face close to your dripping slit, his hands gripped on each side of your thighs making sure your legs were spread wide open for him.

A touch of his tongue tasting his whiskey on your cunt sent shivers up your spine, a soft aroused moan escaped your lips. His red-orange eyes looked up to glance at your eyes, eager to see every bit of reaction that came out of you.

“Cheers.”

Without another word after, he pushed his face towards your wet cunt, his mouth slowly sucked on your skin while his tongue began to explore leisurely, amused to find a new way to drink his whiskey.

He kept his pace slow intentionally, as if to drive you crazy even further.