Chapter 2 He’s Pretty

Kai

I follow Jamie’s gaze.

Jennie is standing by the bar with a man I can’t recognize. Tall, black jacket, back facing us.

“That’s the guy from the picture,” Jamie whispers like we are in a library.

I shrug and turn back to my drink. But my eyes keep pulling back over there anyway.

“Hey, are you serious right now? Jamie says “You’re not gonna do something?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…something. Anything. Are you just gonna sit there?”

“She can do whatever the fuck she wants.”

He stares at me for a full three seconds. “You are so weird.”

Yeah right.

I pour myself another drink. My eyes drift back to them anyway.

I genuinely don't care about her. Something else catches my eye.

The guy leans in, says something close to her ear, and grabs her shoulder for a second. Then they walk out together.

My eyes follow his every movement. Anyone watching me right now would probably think I’m hurt seeing my ex with another man.

Why the hell do I keep looking?

“Hey, handsome.”

I glance at the girl sitting beside me.

She leans closer and whispers in my ear. “Do you wanna have fun? I’d love to choke on that.” She points her index finger slightly at my dick.

“Oh really?” I give her a soft smile.

“Sure you can handle me?”

Oh, that wasn’t just for flirting's sake. I genuinely hope she can. I don’t want another girl shaking and telling me to slow down before I even get close to finishing.

“You’ll see,” she says, already pulling me off the chair.

Jamie catches my eye from across the booth and raises his eyebrow.

I let a girl whose name I don’t even know lead me through the bar toward wherever she’s decided we’re going. Probably the bathroom.

As we move through the crowd I glance back.

Not sure why. I just do.

The same man from earlier is now sitting alone on one of the barstools. Back still slightly turned with a drink in his hand.

A thought hits me out of nowhere and I don’t even wait to talk myself out of it.

“Where are you going?” The girl asks.

“To have fun. Give me a minute.”

Hell yeah, I still wanna get laid but let’s do something crazy before that.

I walk over and tap his shoulder.

“Hey.”

He turns around.

And my brain just stops.

I forget what I was gonna say. I mean my brain goes completely blank. Like everything was wiped out the second his eyes meet mine.

God, he’s gorgeous.

Wait. Did I just call a man gorgeous?

I have never looked at someone and called them gorgeous.

Handsome? No, I don't think handsome is the word.

He’s pretty.

Okay calling a man pretty is weird but it’s the only word that fits. His eyes behind those glasses. His nose, just perfect, and his lips….

My gaze drops for a second.

I blink and force myself to look away for a few seconds.

“Excuse me?”

I could see his lips move but I couldn’t hear a thing.

“Can I help you?” he says again. Calm.

Wait…

What the fuck is wrong with me tonight?

I clear my throat and straighten up.

Right. I came over here for a reason.

A stupid reason.

But still a reason.

I flash my most annoying smile and lean against the bar right next to him. Really close. Our arms almost touch.

“Just thought I’d say hi. You looked lonely.”

Wait, I wanted to tease him. Not flirt.

“Looking for someone else to hook up with?”

He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t even look up from his drink.

I lean even closer, staring directly at him.

“I wouldn’t mind having you blow me off, you know. You look like you’d be good at it.”

Okay, I think I’m just being a dick.

He finally looks up and our eyes meet again.

For a second I just stare into his eyes like there’s nothing else worth looking at.

Is it okay to call a man sexy? And just from the way he looks at you because he looks hot as hell right now.

For a moment neither of us looks away.

Which is strange because most people do.

Especially when I keep staring at them.

But he doesn’t.

Something tightens in my stomach.

And suddenly I’m very aware of how close we are.

He moves even closer and my eye drops to his lips then back up.

He pushes the chair back, picks up his jacket, and leaves.

My gaze follows him until he disappears into the crowd.

Okay... that didn't go well.

I don’t dwell on it.

I walk back to the girl who is still standing waiting for me.

Her eyes lit up the moment she see me walking back.

We both walk to the bathroom at the other end of the bar.

She pulls me inside the second we get there and brings her lips toward mine. I smile, grab her hand, and push it straight on my dick instead.

I don’t kiss just anyone.

My dick is already hard against my pants.

Which is strange.

She unzips me, drops to her knees, and takes me all in.

I lean back against the cold wall. She’s good with her mouth I give her that. But it’s not enough.

My eyes squeeze shut. I try to get into it.

And the face that appears behind my eyelid isn’t hers.

It’s him.

WTF.

I freeze for half a second.

The guy from the bar is on his knees, my dick sliding deep into his throat. His eyes fixed on mine.

Why am i thinking...

“Fuck…”

My hips jerk forward. I grab her hair — no, his hair in my head — and push deeper. Wet choking sounds fill the bathroom. He places his hands on my balls and gives them a gentle squeeze with my dick all the way down to his throat. Sweat drips down my back.

He chokes and then looks up at me.

God his eyes.

“Fuck…. I’m cumming.” I grip his hair tight and shove my dick further into his throat.

I finish faster than I have in a long time. Faster than I ever have with any girl. My hand grips the wall behind me and I exhale slowly trying to make sense of what just happened.

I open my eyes slowly.

Ohhh

The girl stands up from the ground slowly. She looks up at me with a satisfied expression like she proved something.

I pull her and return the favor, fingers and tongue working until she shakes against the wall

If we’re fooling around it shouldn’t be one-sided.

But my mind is somewhere else entirely while I do it.

When she finishes she gives me one last smile and disappears back into the bar like the whole thing was just something to check off her list.

I stare at the bathroom door.

The music from the bar is muffled through the walls.

My pulse still hasn’t settled.

What the hell just happened?

Did I really just cum hard from thinking about my ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend?

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