Sucking in a breath, I watched as my partner’s pink tongue snuck out to swipe against his lower lip, like he couldn’t wait to taste me, as he pulled my cock out. Sensations prickled up my spine, something unwanted being left behind in their wake.
Those plush lips parted and?—
“Stop,” I croaked, the word catching on my dry tongue. “Stop.” My voice sounded like a gunshot in the space, despite how loud I knew the hallway to be. But I could hardly hear anything over the pounding in my ears, making the word rip from my chest in what felt like a near scream.
The man on his knees blinked up at me, clearly confused by the distress I knew was written on my features.
“I… I-I’m sorry.” It came out strangled, like an apology and confession all in one as I tucked myself away. His mouth opened, but I didn’t stay long enough to hear what he said.
I bolted.
The hallway blurred behind me, neon lights flashing like sirens as I careened past sweaty bodies and drunk shenanigans. I pushed my way through the crowd, suddenly suffocated by all the bodies.
The air outside hit me like a slap to the face—cool and cutting.
I was gasping before I even reached the truck, clawing at the door handle like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. My hands shook, fumbling to get the keys in the ignition. Peeling out of the lot, my tires shrieked as if they understood the urgency I couldn’t name.
My dick was still painfully hard, pressed tight against my jeans like a physical reminder of what almost happened. What I told myself Iwantedto happen.
“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming my hand into my steering wheel—once, twice, three times. It did nothing to help me, and my stomach twisted violently, heart still hammering away in my chest.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I had the chance. A hot guy. Willing. Gorgeous.Literally on his fucking knees for me.
It should have been easy. It’d always been easy in the past to lose myself in a stranger. But tonight had been different. My skin felt cold and clammy where I’d been touched. Nothing about that encounter had felt right when my heart and mind had been screaming at me the whole time. And I knew why.
I dragged a hand down my face, eyes burning with frustration and the pressure in my chest feeling like a dam ready to explode at any moment.
He hadn’t been therightguy.
And the second I let myself admit that, even just silently, I felt that dam break.
Steam enveloped the bathroom, the water pounding against the tiles in a cacophony that still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the thoughts in my head.
I stood under the scalding stream, letting it sting against my skin like punishment for letting such a good fucking opportunity go. For running out like some scandalized maiden. For letting these feelings interfere.
I pressed my palms against the black and white tile, bowing my head as the water rushed over me in thick sheets. It would be better to just scrub the whole night from my memory. Erase everything that happened on the dance floor. Erase Mr. Blond.
But I couldn’t stop seeing it.
My dick was literally out.
I was so close.
Why couldn’t my brain have picked some other time to meddle like some love-sick teenager?
My cock plumped again, eager and ready to give myself another shot at some kind of release.
I slid a hand around it, tugging half-heartedly as I let my mind wander.
What would Derek look like?
Kneeling. Hands on my hips. Mouth warm and eager and…
“Fuuuck…” I whispered, slamming my eyes shut again.
It was such a fucked up thought. Derek was my friend and he deserved to be treated better than some jerk-off fodder. Plus, the whole point of this night was tonotuse him.
