I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes, fighting off the clawing panic rising inside me. This is whatI want. I need to feel his lips around me. I won’t let my past insecurities rear their ugly heads now.
My body thrums in anticipation as he slowly drags my jeans down far enough to release my adorned cock, the slide of fabric against my heated skin only exciting me more. Pre-cum weeps from the pierced tip, and I almost jump out of my skin when his large hand wraps around me, giving a confident tug. His thumb brushes over my Prince Albert, and I pulse in his grip.
Fuck, I’m not going to last long.
His tongue wraps around my head, and it takes everything in me not to punch my hips forward and choke him with my dick. His hum vibrates through me, and my fingers dig into his scalp as he works me over, taking me deeper with every bob of his head.
I keep my eyes closed, unable to watch this man on his knees blowing my fucking mind. When I hit the back of his throat, I mutter a curse, my balls drawing up. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, bright stars flashing behind my closed lids while my heart races. This man can suck cock like no other.
Pleasure swirls low in my stomach and quickly spreads. As if sensing how close I am, he pulls off with a pop, edging me with a playful squeeze of my balls. He works me with his hand, running his tongue over my piercing.
Forcing my eyes open, I risk a look down as he takes me deep once again.
I release a hand from his hair and run my fingers over his stretched lips, biting down on my own when he looks up at me, heat and hunger in his steel-blue eyes. Whatever he sees in my expression, he keeps gaze locked on mine as he gags on my length. The sight is fucking exquisite, and I give an experimental jerk of my hips, hitting the back of histhroat again. His resulting hum gives me the confidence to let go and fuck his mouth.
He braces his hands on my thighs, dangerously close to the translucent scars marring my skin that are impossible to see in this lighting, never once breaking eye-contact. I thrust forward again and again until I spill, groaning as he works his throat around me to swallow every last drop.
The sound ofhisvoice cuts through the pleasure.You’re not one ofthoseboys, are you?
I freeze.
My chest tightens as I watch the masked man pull off my spent cock, grinning as he runs a thick finger under his lips to clean up my mess. A familiar ringing in my ears has me shaking my head to clear it.
Romeo’s smile drops.
Oxygen whooshes from my lungs, and I rush to tuck my dick back into my pants as I push away from the wall, leaving him on his knees. The room closes in on me, and sweat trickles down my back as I push through gyrating bodies. Disoriented, I stop in the middle of the dance floor, clutching my chest as I search for the exit. Panic claws its way through me, but then I spot the blue curtains and race towards them, not stopping until I’m outside Euphoria, where the crisp autumn air does nothing to soothe my overheated body.
I fumble with my housemate’s keys, finally hearing the beep of the lock disengaging, and I escape to the car, panting.
When the anxiety passes, I let out an angry shout, banging my fist against the steering wheel.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I wanted this.
Why the fuck can’t I get his voice out of my head, telling me I’m an abomination?
Tears sting my eyes, but I squeeze them shut. I’m not giving the fucker the satisfaction. Even if he won’t see them, I’d know, and I’m not giving him that power over me.
Isn’t that exactly what you did by running out on a hot guy on his knees for you?
Fuck!
I bang my hands on the steering wheel again and again, until the fight goes out of me.
Chapter 2
Zac
“Trouble, trouble!”
I jerk awake, bolting upright to glare at the door to the adjoining bathroom, where my sister and her best friend are blasting Taylor Swift. Checking my phone for the time, I curse when I see it’s only seven in the morning. Surely there are rules about noise pollution this early.
“Seriously, Milly?” I groan, pulling my pillow over my head.
It’s bad enough that I have a serious case of blue balls after hooking up with a closeted dude who freaked out after coming down my throat last night, now my ears are being assaulted. Not from the queen, but from Amelia’s best friend, Jade Walters, who can’t hold a tune to save herself. I love my sister, but not enough to put up with this torture on a Saturday morning.
Rolling out of bed, I pull on some shorts and pound on the sliding door.
