Chapter 6 #2
Conversation moved on to other things, and after a while, half the group broke off to get more drinks and Drew downed the rest of his so he and Zach could join them.
Zach stayed close by his side, slipping an arm around his waist and inserting his hand into the front pocket of Drew’s jeans.
It wasn’t the only possessive gesture he’d demonstrated throughout the night, and it was far from the last. As they lined up to get their drinks, a girl across the bar began making eyes at Drew.
Zach glared at her and immediately slipped further into Drew’s space, and then he outright snarled when a guy waiting at the bar next to them tried to give Drew his number.
The look of surprise but also fear on the guy’s face would have been comical if Drew wasn’t so turned on.
An hour later, a tall, gorgeous blonde came over and asked Drew to dance.
Zach simply tugged Drew off of the stool he was perched on and led him out onto the dance floor, drawing Drew to him in stark contrast to the fast beat of the music.
Reaching up to place his hands on Zach’s shoulders, Drew gazed up into amber eyes, seeing his own hunger and arousal mirrored back at him.
He swallowed hard and then ducked his head, suddenly shy.
Oh, sweetness, the things I want to do to you, Zach whispered in his mind.
Drew whimpered, the sound lost to the din of the bar, and he pressed his face against Zach’s shirt. He inhaled, smelling the spicy cologne the demon wore, bourbon, and a deep, earthy scent that was Zach’s natural musk. It was a heady combination, and Drew wished he could bottle it.
Zach’s arms tightened around Drew and he moved his hips sinuously, grinding his pelvis against Drew’s.
His erection was obvious and Drew felt his own cock twitch, having been mostly hard himself the entire evening.
With a little encouragement from Zach, Drew began to move his own hips in kind, and they thrust against each other, the bar and the patrons and Drew’s friends fading into the background, each other their only focus.
Their movements would have been labelled obscene if they were anywhere else, but here no one judged them, simply watched with envy as they practically devoured one another.
Drew finally looked up, and he was immediately caught by Zach’s gaze.
The demon’s lips twitched a little as he dropped his hands to cup Drew’s ass, pulling their hips even closer together and thrusting harshly, and Drew gasped in shock as an orgasm was ripped from him suddenly.
His knees went weak and wobbly, and it was only Zach’s grip holding him upright that kept him on his feet.
His eyes fluttered as he rode out the waves of pleasure rolling over him and his hands tightened into fists in Zach’s shirt.
Before he could even recover, Zach was suddenly dragging him from the dance floor, through the crowd, and towards the men’s room.
The door banged against the tiles as he flung it open, and he ignored the two strangers at the urinals as he strode across the floor with Drew in his grasp and into one of the cubicles on the far side.
“Fuck, sweetness, you have no idea,” Zach whispered, and his deft fingers undid the button on Drew’s jeans so he could tug them down over his hips. “Want to taste you so bad.” And he sank to the filthy floor of the restroom and dragged his tongue up over the mess on Drew’s stomach.
An unintelligible sound made its way from Drew’s throat as he stared down in wonder at Zach on his knees.
His tongue was hot and wet and slightly rough as it moved over the sensitive skin, and the sight of Zach swallowing greedily made Drew’s cock twitch and valiantly try to rise again.
It was the work of but a minute for the demon to lick him clean, and then he was getting to his feet, helping Drew pull up his jeans and tuck himself away.
“What about you?” Drew mumbled as Zach did up the zipper of his jeans.
Zach smiled, almost gently, and he cupped a hand around Drew’s neck and drew him close until their lips brushed, once, twice, almost like butterfly kisses. “I got what I needed tonight,” he said before leaning forward and kissing Drew again, deeper this time.
Drew got lost in the kisses and soon the guilt for not reciprocating faded.
Zach seemed to genuinely not mind, and it soon seemed unimportant.
The only thing that mattered was the next kiss, the next sweep of tongue and nip of teeth.
It was better than Drew had imagined, and although he knew it was a little hypocritical, he prayed to God he hadn’t gotten drunk and passed out and was only dreaming of this encounter with his demon.
After what seemed to be an eternity but simultaneously not long at all, Zach pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Your friends will wonder where we are,” he murmured.
“Let them wonder,” Drew said and stole another kiss.
Zach chuckled, low and dirty, but he turned and unlocked the cubicle door and pulled Drew out.
Looking up, Drew caught sight of himself in the mirror looking flushed and sated, and a second later he recognised the fair hair of the man at the urinal and flinched as Edward turned to look at them.
Edward looked surprised but then he smirked, a mean tilt to his mouth as he crossed to the basin.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Drew Phillips, deflowered at last.”
Before Drew could retort, Zach pulled Drew up against his chest, an arm winding possessively around his waist. “You seem bitter that it isn’t you who’s in my place right now,” Zach commented, a dangerous edge to his voice.
“Best get over that, boy. I don’t share.
” Then he was moving, guiding Drew out of the washroom and into the dark, dimly lit bar.