Page 51 of Petrichor

“It’s better for you not to know.” His face is suddenly serious as helooks down. “Actually, it’d be better not to see each other for a while.”

“What do you mean?” What the fuck is happening to my life? How many more people do I have to lose before it stops?

“Ooh, hot guy stripping you with his eyes at eight o’clock!”

I know he’s trying to change the subject. “Art!”

“He’s gorgeous. Look at those soulful eyes.”

“Art?” I repeat with irritation.

“I bet he can pound your ass for hours. Stamina-alert!”

He’s not going to give me anything more, I’m sure of it. And hooking up with a random is the reason I’m here. So, I should just go with it. We can revisit the not-seeing-each-other-for-a-while later.

“Fuck no! He looks too much like Marco,” I counter, after I take a peek at the man he’s talking about.

“Yeah. You might be right. Ha, I’ll take him. I’ll sacrifice myself for you.” He boops my nose, and I almost slap him hard.

“But you have an admirer, too. Leery guy over there.” I tilt my head to the right where a dude is licking his lips while looking at Art like a piece of juicy steak.

“Ugh! Not even a twitch from one of my pubic hairs. Buuuuut, you should go for the young James Dean packing at six o’clock.” He points at a guy staring at me from two tables down. He’s Marco’s opposite. Long hair, sweet smile, and light blue eyes.

“He’ll do.” I nod.

Art claps his hands with excitement and then tugs at my wrist just as I’m about to stand. “Are you sure?” He’s studyingmy face.

“Worried about me?” I joke.

He sniffs. “Worried about the blond dude. You look ferocious tonight. Grrr.” His antics make me chuckle. Coming here was the best idea I’ve had in a while. Fuck everything else.

“Sure Marco won’t kill you or him for this?” Why is he talking about him again?

“He doesn’t give a shit about me; he abundantly proved it to me,” I spit out the words, and move away before Art can ask some other stupid question.

I need this. I need to move on. I can’t keep being stuck on a straight guy whomanagesto have me around. I deserve to feel good.

I round the sofa, feeling the man’s eyes on me—I might sashay my hips a little wider than needed—and stop behind him. Bending down, I whisper in his ear, “Like to fuck?”

“Hell, yeah!” The guy looks like an overexcited surfer. All white teeth and nice bod. Let’s hope he’s got a nice cock as well. I grab his hand and make my way out of the VIP area. We quickly go across the club. I feel his other hand on my ass as I push the door that opens into the back alley.

I hear moans and grunts and see in the dim light two couples getting down and dirty against the wall. I drag the guy to an empty spot and turn my back to the wall. He kisses me. His tongue tastes salty—don’t really care for it—but it’s nice to be kissed. To be touched. To feel wanted.

Marco’s face tries to sneak into my thoughts, but I shove it away as I squeeze my eyes shut.

He pushes his hard cock against my belly, and I sigh a silent thanks at his size. Let’s hope he also knows how to use it. His hand on myass is a bit too gentle, but he slides it under my skirt and groans when he feels my thong.

“God, you’re sexy,” he moans. His aftershave is making me feel lightheaded for how strong it is.

“I’m prepped. Just fuck me,” I tell him, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible.

He moves with impatience, hurriedly slides a pack of lube out of his jeans pocket and then unzips his pants. Among the shadows, his cock is average length but thick. I’ll definitely feel it.

He pulls my skirt up and releases my cock, pouring the lube on top of it and his.

“Damn, I’m so damn horny,” I think he mumbles while kissing me again with way too much enthusiasm. His tongue is all over my lips and chin. Gross! I grab his nape and pull his face back as I hike my leg up to let him penetrate me when he’s suddenly flying backward toward the opposite wall.

A sonorous roar booms in the narrow alley just before I think I see Marco slamming the guy against the wall over and over. I’m frozen for a moment, thinking I’m imagining things. But as soon as his arm cock back, I recover my wits and jump on his back—giving whoever is watching a clear view of my barely-thong-covered buttocks. I grab his bicep with both hands to stop the punch. But Marco close his other hand around the guy’s throat and then knees him in the guts. A grunt and then coughing sounds resound in the alley.

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