Page 26 of The Boy I Once Hated

I hurry out of the room and head towards the bathrooms, not really having to pee, but needing a break.

I push open the door to the ladies room, coming to a screeching, surprised halt when I see Noah in there, leaning against the wall across from the mirrors, his gaze half-lidded in pleasure as our waitress kneels on the floor in front of him…

Sucking his dick.

I can’t take my eyes off the scene. The girl either didn’t hear me come in or doesn’t care, because her pace never falters. Maybe she’s simply happy to get the chance with a god like Noah and doesn’t want to lose it…even if she has an audience.

The girl might not be paying me any attention…but Noah is.

His head tilts towards me, his gaze focused on my face, a smug grin tugging on his beautiful lips. I stand there paralyzed as he threads his fingers into the waitress’ hair, pulling her to meet his punishing tempo. His eyes never falter away from me as the girl slurps and gags on his cock. But her skill in giving him a blowjob isn't what has me at a loss for words. It isn't what has me frozen to my spot, unable to move. It’s his smile.

He’s enjoying this.

He’s enjoying putting on a show for me.

He’s enjoying putting on a show for his newstepsister.

And worse…I’m enjoying it too.

My heart feels like it’s about to break through my chest with how hard it’s beating. My skin is flushed and I feel…achy. Something I’ve never felt before.

“That’s it, little slut, suck my big fucking dick.”

My gaze widens at the fact he calls her a slut but her tempo doesn’t change. In fact, by the way she moans out it’s as if it’s her favorite thing to be called.

I should run away. I really should. I have no idea why my feet refuse to move, or why my eyes remain locked with his, but here we are, connected in the most sordid of ways.

“Such a good little slut.”

The way he grunts out those words, it’s almost like they are meant for me.

Daisy had talked to me about blowjobs before, how there was no end to what you could get from a man once you mastered them. I’d listened avidly, a blush to my cheeks that she teased me mercilessly about. Evidently, Daisy was one such master.

But she had mentioned one thing that stuck with me now as Noah yanks on the girl’s hair so hard I’m surprised she’s not crying out in pain. Daisy preferred to be warned before a man came in her mouth.

Noah gives no such warning. His face scrunches up in euphoric bliss as he cums. His moan echoes around the room so loudly I’m sure the whole restaurant heard him.

And through it all…he stares at me. His gaze burns into me like he’s trying to reach inside me and yank my heart out.

The girl gulps on his dick. Literally gulps, like she’s just finished working out and she’s desperate for water. Except the water in this case is, of course, his cum.

She finally slides off his dick and stares up at him desperately, like it’s been a privilege for her to offer him that service. As if her grateful submission is my cue to leave, my feet finally regain the ability to move. Not wanting to stay for the second act of the show, I yank my gaze away from his and haul ass out of the bathroom.

I’m a different person when I enter the room where my mother is beaming with love. I collapse in my seat, shaking slightly. Daisy shoots me a confused look, and knowing her, this is the exact little bit of gossip she would love to hear about. And before this very moment, I would have told her. Immediately.

Because I tell her everything.

But for some reason, all I do is give her a reassuring smile, smooth my hair down, and pretend to study my dinner eagerly.

And when Noah walks in, I don’t dare glance at him once.

But I can feel his gaze on me for the rest of the fucking night.

Chapter 5

Skylar

Sixteen years old

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