“How did you get an invitation to Zenith?”
“Roman has his ways. I asked, he made it happen for me. And I have to say, I’m not impressed by Zenith. Sex, violence. I can see why it’s your favorite hideout.”
“It isn’tjustabout sex or violence. I think you should have figured that out by now.”
He’s stroking his cock idly in front of me.
And I can’t stop glancing down, trying to catch a glimpse.
Bad enough that I’m still painfully fucking hard, but… he is, too.
Sev knows it’s me, and he’s still hard.
Something in my brain has bypassed the normal circuitry, and I know I’m going to say something stupid before I can shut myself up.
“Should have known you weren’t completely straight,” I tell him. “You always had such a problem with me, but maybe that’s because you had acrush. Do you bitch at me all the fucking time because you actually want my throat?”
The words are only tumbling out of my mouth because I’m panicking, and with each new thing I say I know I’m digging my grave deeper.
I can’t let it go, though.
I wasso close.
So close to finally having an upper hand on him, for once. Finally putting him in his place. Sev Berlant is the definition of someone who provokes just because he can.
And I almost got to ruin that forever.
He gripsmy hair a little tighter, making it hurt before he finally lets it go. My head falls back downward a little and I catch a glimpse of him stroking his cock.
Christ.
The first time I’ve had a naked cock anywhere close to my face.
I want to stare, but I’m afraid to at the same time.
“I don’t want anyone,” Sev finally says flatly. “I don’t give a damn if the person wrapped around my cock is a man or not.Either way, I’m going to get off, and then livemylife the way I like to. Independently. Alone.”
“And that’s why you come to Zenith nights?”
“Yes, I like to fight, and I like to do it without being toldnofrom people like you,” he says. “And I prefer sex to be anonymous.Unattached.You really went and screwed that up for me, tonight.”
“So you don’t even haveone-night-standsunless they’re anonymous,” I breathe. “What are you avoiding, Sevan?”
He forces his cock up against my mouth before I can dig myself into the ground any further.
Suddenly there’s warm, soft skin up against my lips.
His fucking cock, touching my mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter against him.
“Open.”
After my curiosity about men got so bad it almost made me snap over the past year, it’s finally happening.
And it has to be like this. Him forcing himself into me while this stupid mask is on my face because he can’t even stand to see me. Pushing his cock against me like it’s a threat, an invasion of privacy, a fucking retaliation.
Yet my cock is harder than it’s been all night, neglected between my legs, probably dripping with precum for him to see.