7. Aidan #3
I decided to test it by letting my hand drop under the table and slide up his thigh while the game was paused, while Colin went to the bathroom and Jake went to buy more drinks.
Mika’s head shifted, and I saw him looking at me from the corner of his eyes.
He was still smiling from the stupid joke Reno had made about the three queens Colin had slapped down to win.
A joke that wasn’t funny, but what was funny was Reno having to explain that it was funny because there were three queens next to one another at the table and Jake, still innocent and confused.
Carter was distracted by texting someone on his phone, but Mika?
Mika was definitely paying attention to me.
Feeling bolder than usual, due to the alcohol, I let my hand slide over his thigh to his groin.
I had to bite down my surprise so it didn’t show when I discovered there was something quickly growing hard in his pants.
I remembered how my touch had been a surefire way to get him hard when we were younger, and apparently that hadn’t changed.
There was no way in hell I could do what I was tempted to do, and I didn’t think Mika was drunk enough to let me risk pulling his dick out under the table. That didn’t stop me from stroking him with my fingers, knowing that full motion would give us away.
Not that Mika was going to give us away; he was the picture of innocence as he carried on the conversation as if I wasn’t groping him.
If he was even remotely nervous about being caught, his dick certainly didn’t let on.
If anything, the hardness as it strained against his jeans told me he was enjoying the idea that I was doing it in public.
I wasn’t doing much better; I could feel my body revving up, and with the help of the alcohol, common sense was leaving the building. I tracked back through my memory to think of what I’d seen since we’d shown up, and I finally settled on something.
“I’m going to go bum a smoke,” I said, standing up from the table.
“You smoke?” Reno asked in surprise. “Since when?”
“Oh, I kicked the habit ages ago,” I said with a snort as I stood up, glad I was wearing loose jeans today so no one would accidentally see my reaction to groping Mika under the table. “Now I just do it for fun occasionally…like when drinking.”
“Fair enough,” Jake said, and he was as content as ever, just a little sloppier.
I felt Mika’s eyes on me and knew he’d figured out what I was doing as I walked out of the bar, glancing over at the loud men who had come in earlier, who were looking at our table.
I stepped outside into the warm air and breathed in the wet scent, and despite having told the group the truth, I was surprised to find a few people outside willing to bum me a cigarette.
The thing tasted like an ashtray considering how long it had been, but I welcomed the burn in my throat all the same, one of the few things about smoking I missed.
I was about halfway through when someone else walked out of the bar after my generous donors had gone back inside. I smirked when I saw Mika look at me. “Howdy, stranger.”
“You weren’t kidding about getting a cig off someone,” he said wryly as he walked over.
“I would have felt weird if I just stood around while everyone else was smoking,” I said, crushing the cigarette out. “Forgot how bad these things taste when it’s been a while.”
“Now you understand why I complained about kissing you right after you smoked,” he snorted, and I backed into the shadows near the corner of the building. We were the only ones out there, but I could see if anyone came out before they could see us. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Yeah, well,” I said, pulling him close, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around my waist and kiss me.
“Ashes,” he muttered his complaint against my lips, but continued to kiss me.
My shoulders were pinned against the wall of the shadowy alcove, but my arms were free to squeeze his ass, earning a chuckle.
It had been a while since the last time I had been the one doing the fucking, and far longer since I’d done it to Mika.
While our dynamic had always been me bottoming and him topping, we weren’t locked in those roles, and just like I liked to occasionally indulge in topping, he liked to bottom.
Not that appreciating someone’s fine as hell ass required you to want to fuck it, but it helped.
“Terrible, terrible,” he whispered, his fingers undoing my pants, “influence.”
“You love it,” I said as he pulled me out of my pants and stroked me slowly.
“I really do,” he admitted with a grin against my lips. “Now keep an eye out.”
“What’re you…” I began, but he was already sliding down, and I stared in shock as he took me into his mouth.
I had never been one for receiving blowjobs.
They were fun, sometimes more fun with certain people, but they had never appealed as the main attraction.
Now, giving them could be a main attraction for me, and I was more than happy to use any part of my body to get Mika off.
Still, despite it not being an entrée as far as I was concerned, I had always loved watching him blow me, and for him to do it in such a risky area?
I was more than happy to stand there and run my hands through his hair as he sucked me.
Mika’s gag reflex had never been as sensitive as mine, and it hadn’t changed much.
He could take me to the base, which he loved to do slowly, and hold me there before he had to back up with a slight gag.
I didn’t mind in the slightest; just the sight of my cock disappearing between his lips was enough for me.
I wasn’t surprised that I was getting more than a mental workout from watching him suck me off; my body was sensitive from the teasing and the semi-public blowjob, but it was more than I had expected.
“God, I fucking…” I began, but stopped, biting back the words that were desperate to crawl out of my mouth. Except those weren’t words you tossed out because you were in your feelings, and I swallowed them. “Fucking amazing.”
There was a moment of hesitation, but if he’d caught what I’d almost said, he didn’t let it bother him as he slid forward again, taking me into his throat.
I could hear the noise of the bar, conversations rising and falling, some loud.
It sounded like someone was near where we were standing, having a conversation while I was getting head from my ex-boyfriend.
Was it still ex? Were we anything more than that, or was I overthinking things? Did I want more than that, or did I just think I should want more than that?
“Ugh,” I grunted in surprise when a wet finger pushed inside me, and I stared down at the devil who had just added an extra layer of pleasure. “Shit, okay.”
He hummed, and I groaned, feeling it vibrate up my shaft and build on the pleasure already there.
I stared down into his eyes, which were too obscured by the shadows for me to make out the color, but hell, I knew what they looked like when he kneeled before me, dick in his mouth, burning with the fire of his lust and leaving me with no question that he wanted to be doing it, wanted me.
I shuddered as my…my orgasm? Holy hell, I could feel my body building internal pressure as the pleasure bounced and rolled through me.
I couldn’t remember ever getting off from just head.
Yet there I was, feeling my knees lock up as my legs went weak, my fingers curling in his hair, gripping tight.
I hoped against hell no one else came out as I swallowed my cry and felt myself come down his throat.
He swallowed without hesitation, milking me with his throat, pulling free before I grew too overstimulated. His eyes were burning as I stared at him in wonder. “That was a first.”
“Fucking hell, yes it was,” I muttered and pulled him close, tasting myself on his tongue and kissing him deeper as I reached for his pants.
Only for a crash from inside to jerk us apart with a gasp, and our heads whipped around to face the bar. There was a loud voice, one that was familiar, but I had never heard him sound quite like that.
“Jake,” Mika whispered, and I was already stuffing myself back into my pants when he muttered. “C’mon.”
I was close behind him as we returned to the bar to find the group of men from earlier by our tables.
One of them was up close in Jake’s face while both sets of friends stood behind each of them, clearly waiting to see if the flame would fizzle or explode.
I could see Colin nearby; he was speaking, but I couldn’t hear from the door and he was obviously trying to steady things as Reno stepped forward to grab Jake’s arm and pull him back, saying something with an ugly expression on his face.
Between Colin and Reno’s words, I could see Jake take a step back, clearly willing to listen to his friends rather than finish… whatever had been started.
Then the man in Jake’s face shoved Reno hard enough to send him stumbling into a table, and all hell broke loose.
“Motherfucker!” Mika snarled and leaped forward so fast it took me a moment to realize he was even moving.
Jake had already lashed out with a snarl and driven the idiot in his face back with a punch to the jaw, and Carter was on the move to back him up as Colin darted to Reno’s side, who looked pissed.
The man’s friends surged forward, but before one of them could get too far, Mika was on him before he could think about throwing a punch.
Swearing loudly, and knowing I wasn’t much of a fighter, I ran to help as Mika’s opponent whirled on him to lash out.
The guy next to him turned on me, and I lost sense of what was happening as I heard a crash from up top and Carter curse loudly in what sounded like amazement.