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“I saw you out there tonight. You’re…impressive.” His tone is suggestive, and I can feel his eyes still ogling me. Not the usual response I get from people, who are mostly never this bold.
“What do you want?” I ask, pulling on a white t-shirt and grabbing the brown Sherpa trucker jacket.
“I want to suck you off.”
His words make my brain halt for a second, then I slowly turn toward him, keeping my face void of any emotion—mainly shock and curiosity. He hasn’t moved, his eyes looking straight into mine with not a hint of fear.
His head tilts to the side, in a sort of curious birdlike pose. “Did you hear me?” He straightens from the sink and takes a step toward me.
I level him with a hard stare, but he just…chuckles.
“Coming is good after a fight.”
Indeed, it is; it’s the best way to destress, but I’ve never been propositioned so openly by a guy half my size in a filthy bathroom.
I raise an amused brow at him.
“What? I want to suck your brain out through your cock. I’m not asking to cut a strand of your hair and keep it in a locket around my neck.” He huffs with what sounds like annoyance, and both my brows skyrocket toward my hairline. Who is this guy? And why do I all of a sudden have to smother a smile?
“Is that a no?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest. I suspect he feels far less nonchalant than he’s letting on. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
“No,” I answer.
“No to the BJ or the talking?”
“Both,” I grunt, sliding on my trucker jacket.
“Why? Not into handsome dudes?” He pouts, pushing out those lush lips. A dark brown wavy lock falls from his half-ponytail to join the others under his chin. He looks so fucking young and delicate.
“Not into boys,” I clarify, more to myself than him, since my dick is weirdly not against it.
“Boys? Lower those pants, and I’ll show you how looks can be deceiving.” He smiles crookedly, his eyes dropping to my suddenly throbbing cock.
I give him a lingering once-over, as if his brazen statement deserves serious consideration. He’s toobreakablefor me.
“You can’t take me.” He opens his mouth, surely to give me another sassy retort, but I silence him by lifting my palm up. He pouts. I take a step closer to him and can’t miss the way he stiffens. So, he isn’t as chill as he seems around me.Good.
“I’m not gentle. I’d use you when I fuck your throat. I’d be rough and fast, and my hand tightening around your neck could make you lose consciousness. But I wouldn’t stop, I’d keep stuffing your mouth until I get my whole load inside your stomach. And after I was done, I’d forget about you.” I growl the last sentence because I don’t really think I could ever forget him, even if this is the only time I’ll ever see him. It’s a weird, visceral feeling.
My vivid description doesn’t seem to have the effect I hoped for. Instead of showing fear, his grin melts away and raw lust fills his eyes. His body is unconsciously leaning toward mine like I’m the siren and he’s the powerless sailor.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not damn tempted. And the proof is crystal fucking clear. His eyes widen when they see my tented sweats, and he licks his lips eagerly.
Fuck! This is fifty or more shades of wrong. I need to get out of here.
“Hulky!” Rami’s yelling announces his arrival just a second before he appears on the threshold. He stops dead, looks at us, specifically at our close proximity, and then sends me a very surprised and inquisitive glance.
The guy blinks rapidly, and as if coming out of a daze, he takes a step back. For a second, the distance between us bothers me. But I run a hand through my black curls, willing my brain to stop fucking around, and focus my attention on my brother.
“Am I interrupting something?” Rami asks with a teasing tone. I’m pretty sure his lips are quirked with humor, but I can’t see them with all that dark red beard covering his lower face.
“Yes.” The guy boldly replies at the same time I say, “No.”
I feel his eyes on me again, but I force myself not to look in his direction.
“Oh, got it.” Rami winks at us in the least subtle way possible.
I hear the guy’s bemused sniff before he moves around me and pulls a shabby backpack out from under the bench. With his back to us, he dons an evenpinkerhoodie and hikes the black backpack’s strap over one shoulder. He makes his way to the door and stops in front of Rami. My brother is blocking the exit with his big body, but this guy doesn’t seem unnerved by it.
