Two weeks ago.
The plan was simple.
One glass,just one,of something strong. Anything strong enough to burn the edge off the thought that is creeping in. Then I'd go home, crawl into my bed, and hope that for once, sleep didn't feel like a battlefield.
It had been weeks...months even,since I'd last set foot anywhere that wasn't work related. My calendar was choked up.But tonight, I told myself a little change won't hurt, even though it might be for just a few hours. I needed the illusion of freedom.
I told myself I won't be going to any club, that wasn't what i needed. I'd promised myself I wouldn't step foot into one again. Clubs are too loud, too crowded, and packed with too many spoiled sons and daughters of money throwing their names around to get what they want. Not that I wasn't guilty of being one of them, but at least I knew how to carry the weight of mine.
So I chose a quiet bar tucked away in the corner of the city. It was the kind of place where a man could drink in silence and no one would care who he was
Or so I thought.
A few guys passed by winking and smiling at me but i just ignored and turned my face . The whiskey in my glass burned just enough to remind me I could still feel. I sipped slowly, savoring the burn, I was halfway through it when I noticed him.
He sat two seats away from me.
At first, I ignored it. People stare. They always do. Which is why I decided to dress as casual as possible . Being me meant I was used to people always staring. But there was something different about his gaze. He wasn't staring because he wished he was me or like he wanted to murder me.
The look in his eyes was that of hunger.
Well I'll be damned .
He wasn't pretending not to look at me. Which only means one thing,he most certainly knows what he wants . He kept his eyes focused on me. I could literally feel his stare like the heat on my skin.
And he was definitely checking me out.
My lips twitched. Well, what could I say? I am too good to be true. Not everyday you came across good looking men like me at places like this.
No offense to the owner of Dunn's Haven , which apparently is the name of the bar. It's practically written on everything here.
Anyways, I hadn't come here to be noticed. I just wanted a moment to breathe without thinking about work or family. But when his eyes locked on mine and didn't flinch away, I felt the familiar pull in my chest,the one that whispered that maybe I didn't have to drink alone tonight. Besides I haven't gotten laid in ages.
I quickly finish what's left of my drink. Most people only know my name they don't know the face behind the name, one reason why I was able to go against my Father most of the time. What ever I was about to do, I definitely wasn't thinking with the head on my Neck.
My legs decided to move first obviously in support of my cock.
I slid into the seat beside him, close enough that my shoulder brushed his, I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He smells really good ,I don't know how I could tell because a lot of people probably wear perfumes that contaminate the air and all but his cologne was subtle but hits my nose hard.
I leaned in, my lips almost grazing his ear. My voice was low but loud enough so he could hear me.
"Enjoying the view?" I murmured. My voice is low and edged with amusement.
He turned towards me with a breathtaking smile plastered on his face .
"I thought I was being subtle."
"You thought wrong." I said trying to sound serious and to conceal my amusement of how shameless he was.
"Do you want me to apologize?" His tone was teasing, but his eyes,God, those eyes held a challenge .
"Not unless you don't mean it."
His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before snapping back up. Boldness written all over his face.
"Then I won't."
Heat curled low in my stomach. My dick twitch. I took his glass from his hand and finished its content in one go, then set it down with a soft click. "You've got two options," I said. "Stop staring at me. Or we do something about it."
He leaned back slightly, studying me like I was some kind of puzzle he was close to figuring out. Then, without breaking eye contact,"I would tell you my name but I don't think that would be necessary" he said smile deepened, and I hated how my pulse reacted to it.
"Well ,not a problem on my side "
He stood up like he was about to leave then he turned and looked me straight in the eyes.
"meet me in the restroom in two if you're still interested in that apology". He winked and left .
I'm so getting in trouble if my Father finds out I was still hooking up with random dudes . But who cares this is my night so I'll take all I can get. I quickly followed my hot stranger towards the direction he went.
I pushed the restroom door open, stepping inside and there he was.
Leaning casually against the bathroom sink, arms crossed over his chest, like he owned the place. Like he'd been waiting for me his whole life. His eyes flicked up when the door clicked shut behind me, and the corner of his mouth curved into that same infuriating, devastating smirk.
"You're late," he said.
I arched a brow. "By a minute."
"Still late."
Cocky. This fine man is too cocky. And yet I found myself enjoying it.
I stepped closer. "So, is this where you give me that apology?"
He pushed off the sink, closing the space between us in two slow strides. His breath brushed my cheek as he leaned in close.
"Do I look like the type who apologizes?" he whispered.
My pulse kicked. "Not even a little."
"Good. Saves us both times." and here I thought I was a cocky bastard.
His hand slides to the back of my neck grabbing me in . His mouth landed on mine. His mouth tasted heavenly .
He kissed me like he had a record to break. His lips moved against mine with a control that sent a shiver straight down my spine. His hand found my jaw, tilting my face, holding me exactly where he wanted me as if letting me lead wasn't an option.
I let out a low sound against his mouth, I almost didn't believe it came from me. It was something between a groan and a laugh. His other hand slid down, fingers brushing the line of my hip, pulling me flush against him. The restroom, small as it was, suddenly felt like it couldn't contain the heat between us.
He undid my belt and with one swift move he pulled down my Pant and boxer briefs. A shiver of delight slid through me.
I was already leaking so much pre cum now. he took hold of my cock and began to work me.
"Fuck." His hand feels so fucking good " Oh God don't stop"
" I don't plan on doing that" he grin
Just when I was about to go over the edge he stopped.
"What the fuck !"
"Patience pretty boy"
" Well I don't have all night " my frustration crawling to the surface.
He spat on his hand and went back to working on my throbbing cock, mixing the spit with precum. This time with a purpose to destroy me he held both our cock together. My hips began to move, thrusting hard just in time to meet the pace of his hand and his lips on mine.
I came soo hard I could swear I saw stars.
the minute he was done he stood up went to the sink cleaned himself and left me there without a word.
well fuck me.