Her eyes are closed as she keeps rolling her lips, flicking her tongue, and sucking on his flesh.
I recognize his stance and tattoos. He slips his hand under her hair and brushes it all back, revealing more of her face.
She looks up at him as he tilts his chin down, most of his face out of the frame.
She picks up the pace, and his chest starts rising and falling rapidly as he rhythmically thrusts his cock between her lips.
The microphone picks up the sounds–– his heavy breathing and her soft moans. I hold my breath to hear them better.
Time warps as I become a witness to their pleasure.
A few more moments slip by. Minutes, perhaps?
The assertive knock on the bathroom door registers with me like a church bell in my head.
Startled, I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth as my phone goes airborne, landing on the bathroom tile.
I freeze.
From where I stand, I can still see that blonde giving him head, and I can still hear her moans. I throw a towel over the phone, trying to bury the sound.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
Harper’s voice seeps through the door, lined with concern.
“Yeah... I am,” I say, snatching the phone off the floor and turning it off.
I straighten my back and crack the door open.
Her mouth pulls open as she takes in my fluffed-up hair and crazy outfit.
“I’m ready.”
“Holy shit! Who do you want to fuck?”
“That’s none of your business,” I say, not having a damn clue.
3
JADEN
Judgingby the line of cars–– pulling in and out, the crew directing the mayhem, and the music blasting behind the wall of trees––I gather the party is in full swing.
I slip by two women who make out against a wall not far from the entrance, barely keeping their bodies straight.
One loses her balance and falls into my arms, while the other sizes up with her drunken eyes. I push the wobbly woman to her feet and walk inside.
Loud music throbs inside the house, bouncing against the walls and making the heated bodies grind against each other.
The lights shift in sync with the music beat.
I glance around, scanning the faces. Nothing catches my eye.
I’m hardly a party man. I missed most of them when I was a teen, and they almost never happened later on.
I swivel my head one more time. Searching the crowd, I look for her. A bad feeling hovers over me.