Chapter 51: Sex in the club 1

Darius POV

I wasn't in the mood to respond to a guy expect Alan.

Alan gawp at the bartender and suddenly barks at him to snarl off from me or he'd stab him.

The bartender threw his hands in the air and moved away to continue his job which was attending to costumers.

My face turned red as tried to imagine if perhaps, Alan had interest in me. He hadn't responded to my first question though.

He scoffed as tears stream down his eyes. Then he suddenly scruntized my hand.

"You're hurt" he said and quickly raised his head like though was possessed.

He made me shudder as he had diverted from the initial discussion.

Obviously, he was drunk and just subconscious of what he was doing.

He was weird as he took my left hand and stared blankly at my knuckles. I just had scratches on it, nothing serious.

Argh, I forgot that, I hit anything I came across when I could find him.

"You might bleed to death Darius, I need to get you treated" he affirms and I could see worries in his eyes.

He called my name not peris, in this low alluring tone of his that got me jinxed.

Tears keeps streaming down his eyes and I needed to comfort him, it's best to give a try.

He lowered his lips at my knuckles and began to blow cool air on it. For a moment, I froze, watching his concern and his awkward method of easing my pain.

I dragged my hand slowly from him, assuring that I was fine. Any more touch from him and I'd kiss him hard.

He sucked his lips and hung his head low, his body unsettled on the stool that I had to place my hand on his waist to keep him still.

"You know, I lost someone dear to me" I began and he slowly raised his head at me.

His piano fingers points at me as he snickers.

"You must have killed him"

I scoffed at him. He already presumes I'm a killer. Yeah, first impression matters.

Those two men I had butchered were involved in child abuse.

They invaded the law and the victims families only cries, hoping justice is restored to them.

All I did was abduct them and make them feel the pain of the abuse they inflict on children.

"He died from cancer" I responded, fluttering my eyes and then he chuckles.

His right palm landed on my chest.

"You threw a party Darius" he whispers pushing his face closer to mine. He wrecks of alcohol just like me now.

"Nope, I just screamed out to the world"

His drooping eyelids and those curious gaze made me mousey as I was thrilled he was listening to me.

"Sorry about peris but life goes on Alan" I replied and he sniffed again, rubbing his eyes.

I don't want to try this with him as he was suddenly filling my head with beautiful memories of peris.

He was gone, I never meant him dead but now Alan would be mine and I wouldn't have to feel threatened by a rival.

I'd finally get to hear Alan's dirty talk when I fuck him. I kept rubbing my ears at each fun memories he brings up.

I wasn't interested but just not to make him feel offended, I offered solace. He was staggering in his words, drooling off at some point.

The club was getting empty and the music tone decreases yet I wasn't bothered by that.

At last, he stopped talking and threw his palm on my cheeks. His palms pressed them as he raised his head up and then 

We stared at each other and Alan hummed.

"Why are so hot Darius?" He asked and I was puzzled by that question.

Except the fact that he was complimenting me. If only he knows I'm trying so hard to control myself from fucking him right there.

I went numb again, knowing that his drunk and I didn't want him to take his palms off.

Then I saw him drew his lips closer and pressed it on mine. I was nervous and let a sided smile.

He opened my lips softly, having to stride his tongue inside my mouth and carass my tongue.

I felt even more to hot than his compliment. He kissed me wildly, sucking my lips and I let him take control.

It was a hot kiss that got me breathless.

He terminated the kiss when I intended to imitate his lips movement.

His eyes darken at me as I felt his hand running up my thighs. He made his fingers trail towards my dick and I was glued to the stool.

I swallowed hard, groaning softly as his fingers prickles me. Then he lean his lips closer to my right ear and in a whisper said;

"Make me forget tonight Darius"

This is what I wanted and at last, I got a chance. I'd treat him like my whore and he wouldn't regret.

He threw his arms around my neck and closed the gap between us. Our breath mixed up as we our rammed body had a taste of each other sweat.

I gave him a devilish smile and captured his lips. He muffled in my mouth as I nap out every breath that's left of him.

He muffled in my hand, his face had gone red and he was imitating my lips on him.

My arms supported his body to push against mine. I stood up with him, his lips in my mouth while my hands were on his hips.

I jerked him on the counter and I could hear the bartender shriek cry.

Alan's hands push off the tumblers on the counter, while my hands cleared off the empty bottles.

It made a clashing sound but we didn't mind. Our lips suckled each other as he threw his legs around my waist.

We kissed roughly, our hands ruffling our body as I groan, hungry for him.

The people around us moved away, possibly not to be crushed by broken pieces. I'd fuck this man anywhere.

They'd assume we were drunk but I wasn't, only the lust for this man consumes me.

Alan's hand was quickly ripping off my shirt as our kiss was becoming intensed. I also tore his and staring at that bare skin of his was intensifying.

"Fuck!" He said and giggled slamming his butt palms on my chest and then he sulk his breath.

His eyes were admiring my abs and I love the way he purposely moan.

I pinched his tiny nipples and he chuckled darkly at me.

He lean his body backward, his head thrown to the back as he split his legs. He still had his pant on.

I breath hard and implanted kisses on his neck as he lowered his eyes on my chest.

How he turns me on quickly.