Page 16 of Irreconcilable Attractions (Westwend Boys #1)

Our bodies continued to rock together, letting the music fuel the twisted and hedonistic desires we both so clearly had for one another. When the firm outline of his erection slotted itself squarely against my ass, my pulse hammered in my chest and my hands slid behind me to tug my partner closer.

The growl of pleasure in my ear had blood pooling between my legs, my shaft plumping up to press insistently against the fabric of my jeans.

Closing my eyes, visions of a brown haired man with water clumped lashes and gorgeous chocolate eyes looked back at me, his smile blinding.

I gritted my teeth against the thought, trying to ground myself in this moment, with the man behind me.

But the harder I fought against it, the clearer the picture became.

Spinning on my heel, I came face to face with my dance partner, hoping to dispel those images.

Curly blond hair, sharp jaw, a beard just full enough to frame his pouty lips.

His shirt was unbuttoned almost all the way down, revealing a chest dusted with hair and hard muscle.

His eyes raked over me like he was already deciding how this night ended.

I couldn’t tell what color they were in the darkness of the club, but they weren’t brown.

He looked nothing like Derek Hammond and that was absolutely perfect .

Dragging my fingers through his chest hair, I let the sensually slow pace do all the talking about my intentions. The grin on my face was devious as I looped my hands behind his neck, our hips rolling together to solidify the promise we were making.

Our breaths mingled as we pressed close, chest to chest. My stomach flipped with bursts of anticipation the closer our lips got, until his came down on mine in a filthy and insistent kiss.

His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me as flush as we could get, my blood singing with lust and need as his hard cock dragged against mine.

When he slid one of his hands down to palm at my erection, my breathing stuttered and we pulled apart.

His eyes scanned over my face, watching with such possessive fascination, making my cock throb.

Every inch of contact was simultaneously everything I needed and not nearly enough, as something ugly and desperate cried out for attention below the surface.

My brain was fuzzy with the thrill of human contact, the buzz of alcohol, and the lingering demand that felt unquenchable.

I trailed my hands down my partner’s back, fingers grazing over warm, damp fabric as I internally screamed at myself to stay in the moment.

To focus on the body before me and not the one haunting my every waking thought.

When I found the swell of his ass, my hands clamped down, kneading at the toned muscles and earning me a deliciously sensual growl.

That seemed to be the invitation this guy needed, and without any words spoken between us, he slipped his fingers through mine to pull me in the direction of a back hallway.

The sea of undulating bodies parted slowly as we bumped through the masses toward our destination, my partner for the night guiding us the whole way.

Anticipation and nerves I didn’t want to address rolled through my veins, the impact of limbs against me hardly registering as I tried to narrow my focus down to just the man before me.

Painted black, the corridor was lined with other couples engaging in various acts that ranged from objectively innocent to obscene. Desperate whines and hot moans of pleasure intermingled with the bass, reminding all this was not a private space—but that was part of the thrill.

An ache spread through me as my cock throbbed in my pants, desperate for the release that was surely promised. Yet, my skin crawled with every step. Could I really go through with this?

Cool stone pressed into my back as I was pushed into the corner of the crowded passage making me suddenly aware of my overheated skin.

My partner bracketed me in, his lips crashing onto mine with a bruising intensity from the start.

When his tongue slid along the seam of my lips, I opened for him and sucked on it.

An enraptured groan came from him and those calloused hands roamed all over my body.

They left trails of hot sensation and zaps of electricity in their wake along my skin.

Hooking my fingers through his belt loops, I tugged him against me and groaned into his mouth when our cocks pressed against each other.

On instinct, I ground my hips into his and chased the explosive friction it caused.

Need and pent-up tension made every fiber of my body vibrate. I wanted this so badly. Needed it.

My blond pulled away, locking hooded eyes with me before he silently lowered himself to his knees.

Desire swirled hot in my belly, making my breaths saw out of me in short pants as I looked down on him.

He was so sexy… eager, and available . Pressing my hips forward, I silently encouraged him as he deftly popped the button on my jeans and tugged down my zipper.

Brown eyes flashed in my mind again, and I internally shook my head against the warring invasion.

This man wasn’t Derek. This man wanted me. He wanted this .

Sucking in a breath, I watched as my partner’s pink tongue snuck out to swipe against his lower lip, like he couldn’t wait to taste me, as he pulled my cock out. Sensations prickled up my spine, something unwanted being left behind in their wake.

Those plush lips parted and?—

“Stop,” I croaked, the word catching on my dry tongue. “ Stop .” My voice sounded like a gunshot in the space, despite how loud I knew the hallway to be. But I could hardly hear anything over the pounding in my ears, making the word rip from my chest in what felt like a near scream.

The man on his knees blinked up at me, clearly confused by the distress I knew was written on my features.

“I… I-I’m sorry.” It came out strangled, like an apology and confession all in one as I tucked myself away. His mouth opened, but I didn’t stay long enough to hear what he said.

I bolted .

The hallway blurred behind me, neon lights flashing like sirens as I careened past sweaty bodies and drunk shenanigans. I pushed my way through the crowd, suddenly suffocated by all the bodies.

The air outside hit me like a slap to the face—cool and cutting.

I was gasping before I even reached the truck, clawing at the door handle like it was the only thing tethering me to reality. My hands shook, fumbling to get the keys in the ignition. Peeling out of the lot, my tires shrieked as if they understood the urgency I couldn’t name.

My dick was still painfully hard, pressed tight against my jeans like a physical reminder of what almost happened. What I told myself I wanted to happen.

“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming my hand into my steering wheel—once, twice, three times. It did nothing to help me, and my stomach twisted violently, heart still hammering away in my chest.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I had the chance. A hot guy. Willing. Gorgeous. Literally on his fucking knees for me .

It should have been easy. It’d always been easy in the past to lose myself in a stranger. But tonight had been different. My skin felt cold and clammy where I’d been touched. Nothing about that encounter had felt right when my heart and mind had been screaming at me the whole time. And I knew why.

I dragged a hand down my face, eyes burning with frustration and the pressure in my chest feeling like a dam ready to explode at any moment.

He hadn’t been the right guy.

And the second I let myself admit that, even just silently, I felt that dam break.

Steam enveloped the bathroom, the water pounding against the tiles in a cacophony that still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the thoughts in my head.

I stood under the scalding stream, letting it sting against my skin like punishment for letting such a good fucking opportunity go. For running out like some scandalized maiden. For letting these feelings interfere.

I pressed my palms against the black and white tile, bowing my head as the water rushed over me in thick sheets. It would be better to just scrub the whole night from my memory. Erase everything that happened on the dance floor. Erase Mr. Blond.

But I couldn’t stop seeing it.

My dick was literally out .

I was so close.

Why couldn’t my brain have picked some other time to meddle like some love-sick teenager?

My cock plumped again, eager and ready to give myself another shot at some kind of release.

I slid a hand around it, tugging half-heartedly as I let my mind wander.

What would Derek look like?

Kneeling. Hands on my hips. Mouth warm and eager and…

“Fuuuck…” I whispered, slamming my eyes shut again.

It was such a fucked up thought. Derek was my friend and he deserved to be treated better than some jerk-off fodder. Plus, the whole point of this night was to not use him.

But, he was just so god-damn pretty. The way he’d been panting over me at the swimming hole was so erotic. I wanted to see him riding my cock like that. Or hell, fucking me. I wasn’t picky.

My dick twitched in my hand, agreeing with that sentiment.

I gave a twist at my cockhead, milking some pre-cum out as I did. I moaned softly, running my thumb over the slit and sending bolts of electricity up my spine. My hand shuttled up and down my length at a furious pace. It was slick with soap, pre-cum, and shame.

Derek was straight. He was inexperienced and that turned me on more than I cared to admit. I wondered how he’d take my cock. Would he lick at it hesitantly? Or would he just go right for it?

He’d probably look up at me with those chocolate eyes, a haughty expression in them like he knew how fucking crazy he made me.

Those pretty pink lips spread wide. Or would he look at me all seductive and sweet?

Would he moan around my dick like a good little slut?

His eyes going glassy as I told him how good he was at sucking my cock.

Would he let me fuck his throat? He’d definitely gag around me. Would he suck my balls?

My stomach clenched.

God, I was so fucked .

My body was on fire thinking of all the ways Derek could get me off. All the ways I could make him lose his mind. I wanted him drunk off the pleasure I gave him. Begging. Sloppy.

I could feel the telltale tingling at the base of my dick.

My orgasm was right under the surface, slowly pressing forward till I crashed over the edge.

I came with a long, low gasp. My knees threatened to give as a barrage of sensation rocked through my body.

Ropes of cum hit the wall before slowly sliding down.

I stood there a moment, blinking rapidly, chest heaving, before letting my forehead thunk softly against the cool tile.

The water kept running. Kept pouring over me like it could rinse away the truth that had ripped through me.

But it couldn’t.

It wouldn’t.

Even if the evidence had swirled down the drain .

I slid down until I was crouched on the shower floor, arms draped across my knees, my breathing still erratic as the haze of my orgasm lingered in my bones.

I didn’t even feel better .

More like split open.

And worse than anything, I knew this summer was going to wreck me.