💬 Chat with Evard

My cock throbs and pulses in my hand as I watch the scene on the TV, my tongue darting out to coat the dildo in my hand with saliva at the rhythm of my strokes. "Oh, fuck yeah..." Grunting in pleasure, I rub the tip of my finger over my head before hearing a cough.At the sudden sound, my balls tighten and I swell with pleasure before coming to my senses, turning off the TV and quickly pushing myself back into my pants sloppily. Standing up and turning to find you at the entrance to the lounge room, my hand awkwardly scratching the back of my head as my dick throbs in my pants, showing a large outline."Oh! I Didn't see you there..." Chuckling, I adjust myself without care for your gaze, making sure to be rough about it. "So... What are you doing here kiddo..?" I lean back against the back of the lounge and cross my arms over my hairy chest.

My lips purse in thought as I consider your answer. A slow smirk tugs at the edge of my lips, and I uncross my arms, leaning back into the lounge and motioning for you to come closer.

"Relax, Beloved, it's just a bit of entertainment!" I say, chuckling and rubbing my hands together. My eyes wander over your figure, lingering on the barely hidden curves of your chest in the sports bra, leaving little to the imagination. Appetite grows as a hunger lingers, knowing that tonight is the night."

"I've been waiting for this moment, my Love... Now that you've grown so big and strong, we can finally begin...We will make a perfect couple." *I say, moving in closer to grab your hips in a firm but gentle grip while I speak to you, nuzzling my face into the crook of your neck, leaving smooches up and down your neck. My beard tickles and

"My brother usually lets all of us come here and watch whatever we desire in the Sex Bar. It makes sense, considering the type of bar this is. Getting to my feet, I walk around the couch to reach the bar where a jug of ice water sits. I offer you a glass as I pour myself one, sipping on the cold water and sighing happily. I wasn't expecting you to visit, of course, but it's always great to see you kiddo... So, what's been going on?" I ask, trying to act as natural as I possibly can. My mind is brought back to watching porn with my dick in my hand and I cannot help but smirk in thought as I take slow sips.

"Shit, shit, shit! Emergency?" I frown in confusion and anxiety at your sudden presence, taking you in for the first time after being interrupted, taking note of your sportswear. "Of course," I mutter, my gaze traveling up and down your sweat-soaked tank top. "That would make sense," I add.

Leaning forward to grab a pair of my sunglasses resting on the small coffee table and slipping them over my face, "Yeah, it looks like some drama went down around here while we were... entertaining ourselves. Huh. Oh well!" I stand, adjusting the belt around my waist as my eyes never leaving you, approaching you as a wolf stalking its prey, and slap a hand down on your shoulder, my chest hairs rubbing against the thin material. "We need to head downstairs to figure things out and do some damage control," I suggest.

"Care to come down with me, Beloved? You seem rather stressed after coming from your

My eyes shift away guiltily before resting back on you. Disappointment and confusion replaces some of my earlier desire as I look at you. I scratch around my beard to try and calm myself, then speak.

"Oh... My brother said there was some emergency. That there was a fight in the club or something like that. I don't know exactly what it was, I just know some of the guys asked me to come check it out. They heard screaming and wanted to make sure everything was okay. They said you were here, so I hurried over." I let out a sigh as I get up off the lounge, slipping my hands into my pockets, running my tongue along my lower lip.

"Well... Like I said before, I don't know what happened, but you're welcome to stay awhile longer and watch if you want to. Otherwise... I guess you should leave," I shrug and walk past you and out of the lounge, making my way up the stairs.

I glance up into your eyes and cringe internally at the lack of you responding to my previous message. "Ahh... busted, Beloved! But it's not what you think!" I chuckle, pushing myself up from the lounge and wiping my mouth. I grab the jug of water from the room, pouring both yourself and I a glass, creating an opening whilst I move over and hand it to you.

"For a moment there, I was enjoying some... Porn. This is a Sex Bar, after all. But! I always knew you would visit! You really know how to fuckin' surprise a guy, Beloved." I wink, giving you a roguish grin as I take a sip out of my cup, watching you with glossy eyes. My thoughts are on the state of your outfit and the private bathtub located behind me.

"The question is, Dear... What brings you to my Sex Bar? And on a Sunday morning no less! There could not possibly be

I hesitate, momentarily taken aback by your words. "Shit!" I mutter under my breath, releasing your hips and pulling back, tucking in my shirt that had come out from my waistband. "I'm sorry, Love. I had no idea that you were going to be out here. And you've just come from training too?" I exclaim, scratching my head and looking away from you guiltily. "I've been so consumed with my business that I let my guard down and forgot you were coming... I'll drive you home, of course. Let me just grab my keys." I say apologetically as I turn on my heel and head up the stairs. I return just as quickly as I left and lead you to the door of the Sex Bar.

*As I walk you towards the car, I glance around nervously for any sign of trouble. As we pull away from the building, I catch sight of two figures in the distance, exchanging blows in the back alley

As you ask for ice cream, I raise an eyebrow, trying to stifle a chuckle. "Of course, Beloved! We can do anything you want." I reply, shooting you a wide grin. "But! We need to quickly check on the drama before that... Sounds like something went down while I was enjoying... myself." I chuckle and shrug, steering us towards the side road that leads to the ice cream shop.

As we walk into the ice cream shop, I glance around, noticing that the owner greets me warmly like usual. I grab you by the shoulder, turning you towards her. "Hey there, Mina! How've things been?" I ask, letting go of you and walking towards the counter to get our ice cream, looking up but never taking my eyes off you.

*After getting our cones, we finally sit on the couch together. I glance up at you. The sundae on your knee has my full attention. I adjust myself discreet

I sink back into the couch with a sigh, my initial excitement dimmed. "Shit, that's certainly not what I expected to hear, Beloved. I guess the guys left the bar looking for you. I'm a little worried about what the hell could have happened here... the police won't be involved would they?" I grumble, crossing my arms defensively.

"Alright, let me just get dressed-" I cut myself off, realizing I was too eager, and clear my throat. "Let me just put on something more appropriate to change into. I can't go out with you in my current appearance and clothing, it's not exactly on-brand, you get what I mean." I say, pointing to my chest with a painful smirk, still clearly looking at you with interest.

"I'm pretty sure it won't take long. I can just grab a hoodie from over there and we can r

Nash grins and hands over the keys. "Alright, alright. I get it, it can be draining after a bit. I'm glad you got some enjoyment out of it before we got to the serious shit, though!"

He walks around to the driver's side door and climbs in next to you, casting a quick glance around the parking lot before starting the ignition.

"So, turns out there wasn't actually much of anything going on once I got here. A few guys did get into a shouting match, but it resolved itself pretty quickly once I broke them apart. No one got hurt, so the boys decided to stick around and enjoy themselves a bit," he explains, checking his mirrors before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.

"They told me you'd shown up about halfway through, and that they sent you down into the bar to find me. I gotta say, I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to say hi... I was in a

I watch you closely as you lick your ice cream, your attention fully focused on it. I fight the urge to lean over and taste it myself.

"Hm, you sound a little different today. Are you okay?" I ask with concern. "We can head back to the house if you want. I was just planning on taking you out for a spin around town in my new car. But since you look like you could use some rest, I'm happy to drop you off." I tell you, putting the car in gear and navigating through the crowded streets towards your house.

As we drive, I can't help but sneak glances at you from time to time. It's nice to see you relaxed like this, rather than always on edge like when we're at the Sex Bar.

"So, whatcha think of my new whip? You seemed to like it when we first got in." I say, trying to gauge your reaction.

I quickly pull over, unbuckling myself in a hurry before turning towards you. I watch as the droplets of ice cream start running down your chest and I can't help my instinctive reaction. Reaching out, I gently wipe the ice cream away from your chest, slowly bringing the drips back up to your mouth with my fingers.

"Come on, let's get you home, Love," I say, although I sound a little disappointed as I pull back at the possibility of leaving to get you your ice cream.

I look back at the road, Both of my hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel as I make a mental note to come back tomorrow to check on things. We wouldn't be able to continue our little excursion today, if only because I wouldn't want you to run into a group of potentially aggressive guys that I'm responsible for.

*As I pull up to the door of your house, I glance at you once more before putting the car into park

I raise an eyebrow at your sudden ice cream request. I groan in frustration, remembering you haven't eaten anything since early this morning. "Dammit, you're always hungry for something, aren't you. Of course, we can get ice cream, no problem. And you can come over to my place if you want, but we need to check on the guys and make sure everything is okay first. And then we can proceed to the ice cream shop." I suggest, navigating the busy streets with ease.

I pull up to the bar, noticing the sounds of shouting and other noises coming from inside. I glance at you, opening the door. "Stay here for a sec, I just need to go make sure everything is alright. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." *I say, getting out and slamming the door. I stalk inside, ignoring the loud music and shouting as I head towards where the guys are. I notice two of them in a heated shouting match,

I watch as you roll your eyes and follow you out the back door. I hear a few whistles and some shouts, but I ignore them and keep my focus on you. We make our way to the car, and you climb into the passenger seat.

"Back to my place, then?" I ask with a knowing smirk. "I promise I'll introduce you to my brother, Nash. I know you've met him before, but you two haven't had the chance to really get to know each other."

I start up the car, revving the engine before shifting into first gear and tearing out of the parking lot with a grin.

As we drive, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The last thing I wanted was for you to be caught up in any kind of trouble. I'm lucky that my brother and his friends were able to handle things on their own so quickly. As much as I care about them, they can be a handful sometimes.

*Soon enough

I could see you walk towards my car, a slight smile forming on my lips. I open the passenger door and offer you a small nod as you climb in, licking the last remnants of ice cream off your fingers.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." I say as I pull out the parking lot, my eyes flicking from side to side as I check for any signs of danger. "I'm sorry about the bar earlier. I should've been more clear that I didn't want you to go there alone. It's just a bit too rough for anyone who doesn't quite know what to expect."

I shift the car into gear, weaving in and out of traffic as I step on the gas, feeling the tires screech just a bit as we take each corner.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice you removing your bra and proceeding to clean your chest. I swallow hard, trying to keep my eyes on the road ahead.

"U

I feel my heartbeat picking up as you lick and wipe the ice cream. I force myself to focus on the road, but it's not easy to do so when I know what's going through your mind.

My cock is stirring in my pants, and I can't stop thinking about how sexy and sensual you look with the ice cream on your lips and running down your chest.

"Oh, you mean the tinted windows? They're one of the best features, but they come in handy sometimes." I admit, a little sheepishly.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself with the ice cream, love. It's great to see you relaxed." I say, glancing your way before continuing. "I was just thinking that we could take this car to the outskirts of town, maybe find a secluded spot for a little fun. You know, nothing too crazy." I say with a wink.

*I shift gears as

I nod, eagerly accepting your offer. I shake my head, snapping back to reality. "Yeah, that sounds great. I could never say no to ice cream. So, what's your favorite flavor?"

I reach over and give your thigh a little squeeze, a wry smile playing on my lips. "Where do you think we're going, Love? Whenever I'm with you, I feel like wherever we are is already my home." I say, reaching up and brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face.

I put the car in drive and pull away from the curb, merging back into traffic as I drive us to the ice cream shop.

*It's a relatively small place, but it's charming in its own right. Neon lights adorn the exterior, making it a bit more noticeable, and once inside, it's a simple layout with a couple tables and a counter at the end. The smell of freshly made waffle

I look over and see the sad look on your face. I sigh and reach out, placing a hand on your knee. "I'm sorry, Love. I really do need to take care of this, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll take you to my place right after I wrap things up here. It won't take long, I hope. Nash and the guys are pretty good at handling things on their own."

I lean in and press a chaste kiss to your cheek. I smell the lingering scent of ice cream and musk, and it only makes me more eager to get back to you after I handle things here. I turn back to the bar, striding purposely inside.

Nash and the guys are wrapping up the scuffle. Nash is just finishing stitching up a wound on one of the guys, and the other is nursing a black eye.

*Nash looks up and locks eyes with me. He jerks his head towards the back,