Her eyes are wide as she stares at where Casey’s head is buried between my thighs.
I wait for her to leave or turn away, but she doesn’t. She licks her lips. Her chest lifts on a full breath, flush trailing up her neck, yet her gaze remains locked on the sight in front of her.
Fuck, she’s enjoying this.
Shewantsto watch.
“You like that?” I can’t help but ask and she jolts.
Yeah, I’m talking to you, Barbie.
Casey moans in response, her hands moving to my hips to urge me on, but my eyes aren’t on her. The girl across the hall shifts, and even in this dimly lit hallway, I see the blush that hits her cheeks.
She drops her gaze to the floor but only for half a second before her eyes flick right back to Casey’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and I nearly lose it.
“Don’t stop.” I damn near beg. I like her attention on me.
I know Casey thinks I’m talking to her by all the moaning and aggressive head bobbing she’s doing—she hasn’t noticed that we have an audience.
Barbie’s head jerks back, lips parted in a pretty O-shape as she finally looks at me. Her chest inflates with another heavy breath—one I can hear—but she doesn’t turn away, doesn’t blink. Just stares at me. My cock turns solid. I groan, this time in pleasure, and thrust my hips forward.
Casey continues working me in and out of her mouth. I can tell she’s trying hard, shoving me to the back of her throat and struggling not to gag, but that’s not what has me about to blow.
I flick my lip ring, and Barbie’s eyes follow my tongue. Her own darts out to wet her plush pink lips. My balls tighten with pleasure, forcing a deep rumble from my chest. Just as I’m about to come—my eyes locked on a complete stranger, cock in another girl’s mouth—the bathroom door flies open.
A dark-haired woman comes strolling out, completely oblivious, texting on her phone. Barbie jumps ten feet in the air, clutching her invisible pearls. Casey pops up, burying her face in my shoulder. She’s clearly embarrassed, which surprises me. I figured if she was down to do this in public, she wouldn’t mind an audience.
I tuck myself back in my jeans, my gaze never leaving the girl across from me. We hold contact until her friend says something to her, stealing her attention as they disappear down the hall.
2
OLIVIA
I didn’t even wantto come tonight, and this is why. Okay, not exactly. It’s not like I could’ve predicted stumbling upon a random couple getting busy in the hallway.
They flew out of the bathroom already hot and heavy while I was waiting for Ellie, and I froze. They didn’t seem to notice me. I tried not to look. Really, I did, but she was making all kinds of noises, and curiosity got the best of me. The gasp that slipped past my lips when she dropped to her knees was completely accidental. I’m not sure if I was more shocked that she was doing it or more shocked that she was willing to get down on the dirty, sticky floor like that. In a dress, no less.
I couldn’t stop watching. It was like a car wreck. You know it’s wrong, but you can’t help but at least peek. I assumed they were drunk, but when I caught his eyes—piercing and blue—they were clear and completely focused…on me.
I shift in my seat. Thinking about it makes me feel strange. Tingly almost. The way his gaze never wavered from mine, even while another girl was on her knees for him. The way hedemanded I watch. That I listened without hesitation shocked even me.
I take a drink to coat my dry throat, my hands only shaking slightly. My attention roams around the bar. Hopefully, I won’t see him again. This place isn’t big by any means. It’s crowded and the air is thick with smoke, so I shouldn’t have trouble avoiding him.
I should be home studying for my final, but I let Ellie drag me here so we could see this band she’s been obsessed with. And being the best friend I am, I agreed to be the DD.
“They should be out soon!” she squeals, bringing my attention back to her.
“Who are they again?” I vaguely remember her talking about them on the way here, but I accidentally tuned her out, thinking about my test.
“Loose Threads! You’re going to love them!”
I nod, remembering the sound of them blasting through the apartment. Like she summoned them herself, a man appears on the small platform stage. “All right, ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for more music?” A round of ‘Yeahs’ rings out before he continues. “Let’s give it up for local Rhode Island band Loose Threads!”
High-pitched screams burst from several girls, including Ellie, who springs to her feet, screaming with her hands up. The man disappears behind a small black curtain, and the crowd grows quieter, anticipation filling the tight space.
Lights above the stage flick on just as the ones around the bar lower, bathing the area in a dim red glow. The curtain drops. Screams erupt again, even louder, as four guys shuffle out. My attention immediately goes to the one front and center—the lead singer, obviously. His hair is so blond it’s practically white and sticking straight up in a tall mohawk, giving him atotal rocker vibe that I know Ellie loves. I glance over, and sure enough, she’s staring dreamily at him.
The beating of drums fills the bar, and the crowd silences again, listening intently as the song builds. The lead singer grabs the mic, his raspy voice booming over the music, flowing seamlessly with the fast-paced beat. It’s loud and alotof energy, but it’s not obnoxious like I thought it might be.
