His tension seems to rise, and a feral edge flashes through his eyes as he preys on me.
He must know how turned-on I am.
This is so messed up.
The man groans at his feet. Slowly, No Ash brings his cigarette to his lips. He takes a drag and blows the smoke to the side before grabbing the man's head with both hands and rocking his hips, fucking his face.
His eyes stay on me, but my gaze dips as I breathlessly obsess over his cock sliding into that man’s mouth.
I drop my eyes lower, my gaze snagged by the man at his feet as he starts stroking himself.
Growling his pleasure out, he shoots his load and closes his eyes again, enjoying everything, relived.
I feel his pain and pleasure, and then I raise my gaze and meet his eyes again.
A shudder falls through me as I grasp his emotions.
The standing man’s emotions.
Ache and disappointment, a hint of lust and sadness.
It’s like an old, bleeding wound, trying to heal inside, yet staying open.
With no hope for resolution.
A slow, bitter smile creases his lips. He brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a slow drag, studying me thoroughly.
His raw gaze flows through me, stirring some wild sensations inside me.
Shaken up, I step backward and stumble into the wall before I turn around and rush back to the bar.
I dash in, frazzled.
I really need a drink.
Perhaps two.
Distracted, I gulp down the alcohol, set the cash on the counter, and walk back to the bathroom. I throw a splash of water on my face, trying to pull myself out of the trance.
“So... Did you enjoy the show?”
The gravelly voice enters me, reverberating over the sound of torn paper.
“What the fuck?” I blurt and glance around, ensuring I’m in the right bathroom.
“There’s no paper towel in the other one,” he says, crumpling the paper into a ball and throwing it into the garbage bin. “Did you?” he asks, his hands clutching his hips.
My eyes fly to his chest and shoulders and then to his bulge.
“What... What?”
I mumble a bit louder the second time, losing my shit.
“Did you like what you saw? You seemed to enjoy it,” he says.
A slow, knowing smile stretches across his kissable lips.
“Whatever...” I toss at him as if I watch men sucking other men every day.