Chapter Sixteen #2
My eyebrows furrow at the question. “How’d you know I’m visiting?”
“This is a very small town, sweetcheeks. So unless you moved here today and the rumor mill hasn’t gotten hold of the news, you’re from out of town,” she tells me.
“Seattle.”
“Oh, you’re Cary’s bigshot businessman friend then.” She hands me my bourbon with a small cocktail napkin. It’s unnerving how many people here don’t know me and yet, they know of me.
“That’s me, yeah. Anyway, thanks for the drink. Can I start a tab?” I ask, reaching into my pocket for my wallet.
“Sure thing. No need for a card though, I’ll keep track and find you at last call if you haven’t cashed out by then.” Another small town quirk I’m not used to. But I guess if everyone knows everyone, it’s hard to skip out on a bill.
I raise my glass to her in thanks then turn to walk away.
As soon as I do, I wish I hadn’t. There’s a man I’m unfamiliar with talking to Ripley—in the same shirt and cut-off shorts, I might add—a little ways from the party table near the back of the bar.
The guy has sandy blonde hair and fucking dimples.
He looks like a half-price Captain America.
His build is similar to mine—actually, everything is similar to me minus the tattoos. It only pisses me off more.
Their conversation seems… more intimate than it should be. They aren’t touching or even laughing, but the way the man is looking at Ripley is the same way I look at Ripley. Like he wants to devour him.
Then it hits me: they’re not friends. Or not only friends.
My mind races through all the times he told me he’d never been with anyone in town. All the times he made it seem like he only allowed himself to be with anyone when he was away from Indigo Hill.
And my thought spiral halts on the memory of that fucking condom wrapper in his living room.
Rage like I haven’t felt before courses through me at an unprecedented speed. The rational side of me knows I have no reason to be upset; Ripley isn’t mine. But the illogical side, the one with emotions and feelings and a deep, deep well of… something for Ripley feels betrayed.
I finish my glass of bourbon in one gulp and slam it on the bar, relishing in the burn as the fiery liquid slides down my throat. When I look back up, they’ve separated, and Ripley is walking toward a hallway with the sign for the bathroom above it.
I take the opportunity to follow him, only slightly concerned about someone seeing me. His long legs and wider strides make it hard to keep up without giving myself away. Luckily, as he turns the corner, I catch up to him outside the door marked “Men.”
Coming up behind him, I push him into the restroom just as he opens the door.
“What the—” he starts before he whips around, his hat falling to the floor. Taking him by the collar, I spin him, pin him to the door—his back slamming it shut in the process—and flip the lock.
“Who the fuck was that?” I seethe, my jealousy an entity of its own at this point.
“Who?” he asks, scrunching his face in confusion. “Archer?”
“I don’t know his fucking name.” The second the words are out, I realize my mistake.
“Oh, I see,” he muses with a laugh. “You’re jealous, huh? You didn’t like someone else looking at your toy? Well, guess what, Seth? I’m not yours,” he says with a hiss. The bite in his tone is frigid, but he’s also amused.
Avoiding his taunt, I throw his lie back in his face, “Thought you said you didn’t hook up with people in town?”
The smirk crossing his face is one I haven’t seen before, it’s laced with some kind of self-deprecating agony. He leans in close to me, our lips almost touching as he spews, “That was before you made sure we would never be anything real.”
His answer cuts me to the core. Words won’t come as I stare into his eyes, trying to find the lie. When I don’t, I do the most irrational thing possible—I slam my lips into his.
He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back; we’re all tongues and teeth, biting each other in punishment for everything we just said. My hand snakes around his throat, pulling him closer to me while he reaches down for the bulge in my jeans.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan against his lips. He’s barely touched me, and I swear I could come right here and now.
His fingers brush against the buckle on my belt, but I stop them with a firm grip and watch as hurt flashes in his eyes.
Taking his hands from my pants, I lead him to his own. “Take your cock out for me, pretty boy.”
He pulls his lip in between his teeth as he hastily undoes the button of his shorts, exposing the jockstrap he’s wearing.
Without ever looking away from me, he shoves both down just enough for his dick to spring out.
I love how he doesn’t hesitate to follow my instructions.
He’s fully erect, making the slight curve of his dick more prominent.
His dark pink head weeps from the tip, just waiting for me to wrap my lips around it.
“Can you stay quiet for me?”
He nods his head, dazed with lust, his hands now plastered to his side like he’s scared to touch me.
Ripping my hat off my head, I sink to my knees, dragging his shorts with me.
I take his cock in my hand, pumping him from base to tip then running my finger along his slit.
His precum is leaking out, begging to be licked up and savored.
I look at him one more time to see his pleading, lust-filled eyes before running my tongue on the underside of his shaft.
His first moan is downright feral and spurs me on. As I take him in my mouth, he brings a hand to my head, running his fingers through my hair as I swallow around him.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck, West.” The words tumble out of his mouth in a frenzied mess. He’s always been vocal during sex, and I love it. His words bring out my confidence, knowing I can make him lose control.
I pop off his dick and glance up at him to say, “That’s the opposite of being quiet, baby.”
He nods his head while biting on his lip, his eyes squeezed shut like it’s taking everything in him to not come right here and now.
Gathering as much saliva as I can, a string of it hangs from my mouth. He opens his eyes just in time to see it making its way to his cock.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans, his hand still wrapped in my hair, pulling at the strands now. “Get me nice and wet. Let me fuck that filthy mouth of yours. Please.”
Usually, I’m the one calling the shots. He knows how much I love control. But in moments like this, when I’m on my knees for him, he knows I love his dirty talk even more. Doing exactly as he says, I wrap my lips around him, taking him as deep as I can before pulling almost all the way off again.
I torture him over and over, bringing him to the edge then popping off completely. This time, I kiss the head of his dick with my eyes locked on his right before running my tongue along his slit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ripley moans, slamming his head against the door.
“You gonna come for me, pretty boy?” I ask, pumping his dick with one hand while massaging his balls with the other.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes, I’m ready,” he replies, out of breath.
I take him back into my mouth again, grazing his cock with my teeth just the barest amount, exactly the way he likes it.
I feel him tense, and I know how close he is.
I bob once, suck him back in, then swallow when he’s sitting at the back of my throat.
Just as I do, I slide my hand past his taint to his ass.
My finger skims his tight hole. The second I put pressure on it, he explodes with little to no warning.
Ripley whimpers and mewls as hot cum floods my mouth. I swallow it down, unwilling to waste one single drop. As he comes down from his orgasm, I pop off his dick, the sound seeming to echo off the bathroom walls.
He looks insanely sexy and completely sated. Feeling a drop of his cum on the corner of my mouth, I wipe it away with my finger before standing.
“Open,” I tell him, then I run my finger along his tongue, letting him taste himself. “That’s what I do to you. Only me. Remember that.” I bring my hand to his jaw then jerk his face to mine for another kiss. I swear I’m addicted to the way he tastes.
I pull back and look at him. He’s ruined, wrecked. And despite my cock aching desperately, satisfaction unfurls inside me with a job well done.
But I don’t linger. I can’t.
So, I step away, adjust myself, then unlock the door to leave.