Page 12 of Killer Attraction

Nate dropped down to the dingy floor, and the look he gave me as he unbuttoned my pants was pure sin.

“Fuuuck.” My head fell back but I had nowhere to brace myself as we were crammed into the small stall. Knowing anyone could hear us at any point sent a spark of excitement through my body. It was wrong, but it felt so right with Nate. He made everything feel right.

Without saying a word or taking his eyes off me, Nate tugged my pants and underwear down and immediately sucked my aching cock to the back of his throat. His hands gripped my ass, tight enough I knew I’d have bruises for days as he swallowed around my sensitive cock head.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” The way he worked my dick made me see stars. It was the perfect amount of suction and stroking of his tongue along my hard flesh. He pulled back, grazing his teeth lightly, and I let out a shout as my body bowed forward from the sensation. “You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that,” I said with a chuckle.

Something flashed in his eyes, and he gave me a wicked grin. “Only if you ask nicely, little bird.” Then he was back on me like a man on a mission, and I suppose he was. Being in the bathroom was risky. We could get caught, so the sooner he could make me come, the better it would be for the both of us, especially since I’d need time to return the favor.

My hand tugged the short strands of his hair, and he let out a groan that vibrated throughout my entire body. Surely, this was what heaven felt like.

One of Nate’s hands moved to my crease, and as soon as his finger grazed over my hole with the slightest pressure, I was shouting with my release that he swallowed down like a pro.

He gave me a predatory grin as he popped off my softening dick and stood to claim my mouth in a filthy kiss that left me swooning the moment his tongue demanded entrance.

Even through my haze, I could feel his arousal as our bodies were pressed together. I reached for his pants, but one of his large hands grabbed my wrist and held it still as he shook his head. I pulled back, giving him a questioning look, but he just leaned forward and gave me another kiss. This time, it was much softer and somehow felt more intimate than anything else we’d shared.

I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong, when he shocked the hell out of me.

“Come for dinner with me, little bird. Let me take you on the type of proper date you deserve.”

I bit my lip and searched his eyes, but for what, I had no idea.

Besides, how could I refuse?

CHAPTER EIGHT

NATHAN

Three days. That’s how long it had been since I’d seen Aiden at the club and then took him out for dinner. But it was three days too long and I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. We still talked or texted all the time, but it wasn’t the same.

I’d never felt like this over anyone, like I needed them. He was like an infection that got in my system, and I couldn’t get him out. But in a good way.

Maybe.

I still hadn’t decided.

During dinner, I had been pretty sure I’d been doing everything wrong. Starting with the fact that I’d originally tried to take him to a fancy restaurant while he was dressed for clubbing. Apparently, he didn’t want to be compared to Julia Roberts. Go figure. So, after some biting remarks and glares, I agreed to take him to his favorite diner.

A diner! I felt ridiculous taking my little bird to a diner for our first date, but he insisted, and he was the one I needed to impress. So, to a diner, we went.

I’d never been on a real date before, but I didn’t want him to know. Looking back, maybe I should have, especially with the whole where-to-go-for-dinner debacle. Logically, I knew the mechanics of what a date should look like—and yeah, the blowjob should have been how it ended rather than how it started.

But the way he smiled at me throughout the evening, despite my snafu, it gave me hope that maybe I’d done something right—not just in asking him out, but in how the evening progressed.

Talking and trying to get to know someone had never been my strong suit so I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to ask Aiden during our date. The occasional stilted silence let me know he was just as unsure as I was. But it didn’t make me feel better. I wanted to get to know him, but I didn’t have any experience to fall back on.

He carried most of the conversation, talking about his favorite movies and music and asking about mine. However he was slightly appalled when I said I didn’t watch much television or listen to a lot of music. So I scrambled to try and think of an artist I’d listened to, and by the look on his face, I was sure it was at least a decade too old.

That was why I had been texting him since the following morning, asking him stuff from a list of questions the internet told me were good things to ask a potential partner when you were first getting to know them. The problem was I already knew Aiden, at least the important parts. He just wasn’t aware of all the things I already knew about him.

I realized the fact I hadn’t asked him much might have sent the wrong signal, such as I wasn’t as interested in him as he thought I was.

Couldn’t have that.

AIDEN: I can’t believe you’ve never seen it. It’s iconic, man! They start off all cute and furry and then they change into little monsters that want to destroy and kill. lol.

We have to fix this one day. ??

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