Chapter 15: Chapter fifteen

I strolled toward him, slow and deliberate. He was pretending to be absorbed in his phone, but I could see the way his fingers fumbled slightly on the screen. Cute, lean with a killer smile. Just my fucking type to top.

“Hey,” I said, stopping just in front of him.

He looked up, startled. Blue eyes. Wide and unsure. “Uh, hi.”

“You always blush when someone looks at you,” I teased, tilting my head, “or am I just special?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “I—I didn’t realize I was blushing.”

“Trust me, it was obvious.”

He laughed, the sound a little steadier this time. “Okay, guilty. You just… caught me off guard.”

I gave him a quick once-over tight jeans, faded band tee, the kind of nervous energy that made people want to unravel him slowly.

“I’m Alex,” I said, offering my hand.

He hesitated, then took it. “Eli.”

“Eli,” I repeated, letting the name roll off my tongue. “Nice to meet you.”

There was a pause. Not awkward, charged. The kind of silence that stretches just enough to be noticed.

“So…” he said, glancing up at me, “you here alone?”

I shrugged. “Not anymore.”

His smile widened, a little shy, but unmistakably interested.

Eli’s smile lingered, but he looked down again, fiddling with a silver ring on his thumb. Nervous habit, maybe. Or just unsure of what came next.

“You from around here?” I asked, leaning casually against the wall beside him.

He nodded. “Yeah. Born and raised. You?”

“Moved here a few months ago,” I lied, eyes still on him. “Still figuring the place out.”

“Well,” he said, glancing up through his lashes, “if you ever need a tour guide…”

I grinned. “Is that your subtle way of asking me out?”

His ears turned a shade redder. “Maybe. Would you say yes?”

I stepped a little closer, just enough to close the space but not enough to push. “Depends. You planning to show me the city or just your favorite make-out spot behind the library?”

He laughed, caught off guard. “Wow. You really don’t waste time, huh?”

I tilted my head. “Neither do you, blushing at strangers and offering tours.”

“Alright.” He paused, glancing around.

I took the chance to sneak a look at Brandon still completely absorbed in that woman. Typical. I felt the familiar sting of being invisible.

“Let’s go,” Eli said, his voice low but urgent.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. I barely had time to process what was happening before the door to the bathroom swung shut behind us and then Eli was on me.

He pressed me against the cool tile wall, hands on my waist, mouth dangerously close. His breath was warm, heavy with something between frustration and desire.

“You looked like you needed a distraction,” he murmured.

I raised an eyebrow, lips curling. “This how you treat all your tour guests?”

“Only the special ones.”

Then he kissed me. Hard. Like he’d been holding it back all night.

His fingers slid under the hem of my shirt, rougher than I expected from someone who’d blushed at eye contact twenty minutes ago. I responded without hesitation, letting the kiss deepen, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.

I pushed him against the wall as I grind my fucking rock hard dick against him, he moan, gasping a little in pain. “Like it a little rough?”. I smirk.

His answer came out as a breathy whisper — “Fuck yes.”

That was all the permission I needed.

I leaned in, my mouth tracing the edge of his jaw, just barely grazing skin. He shivered beneath me, his hands gripping my sides like he wasn’t sure whether to pull me closer or hold on for balance.

“You sure you can handle that?” I murmured, my lips brushing his ear. I barely finished the question before he dropped to his knees, eyes locked with mine, a quiet challenge burning in them.

“Eli—” I started, but the words dissolved into a gasp as his hands gripped my hips and his mouth found me.

My head hit the wall behind me, breath catching, body jerking forward before I could stop it.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” I groaned, one hand gripping the edge of the sink, the other threading through his hair, holding on like I was afraid I might fall.

He moved with surprising confidence none of the shyness from earlier. “That mouth—” I managed to choke out, my voice rough, low. “Where the hell have you been hiding that?”

He didn’t answer, but the slight curl at the corner of his lips said everything. My hand tangled in his hair, slowly guiding him in to take more.

“Fuck! Just like that”. He moaned, swallowing me even deeper. I wasn’t sure if Eli had locked the door when we came in but…. So when it creaked open and I looked up to see Brandon standing there my boss his expression frozen in shock, everything inside me went still.

Except Eli.

He hadn’t noticed. He was still on his knees, still working me with a mouth far too talented for a night like this. And somehow, the sight of Brandon standing there, watching made me even harder.

My breath caught, but the shock passed faster than I expected. Faster than it did for Brandon, anyway. My hand tightened in Eli’s hair, and I didn’t stop him. If anything, I pushed deeper.

Brandon just stood there. Frozen. Wide-eyed.

And I didn’t look away.

I held his gaze as I thrust into another man’s mouth, slow, deliberate. Something wild and reckless unfurling inside me. Fueled by alcohol, yeah, but mostly by him.

He hadn’t moved. Just stood in the doorway, breathing like he’d been punched, eyes burning into mine like he was trying to figure out whether to walk out or walk over and tear me away from Eli.

And God, I wanted him to.

I wanted him to drag me out of this bathroom, slam me against the wall, and finally do something about all the nights we’d danced around whatever the hell existed between us.

Eli’s rhythm picked up, lips locked tight around me, tongue working in ways that had me biting down a groan. He sucked hard on the tip, and my head dropped back against the wall with a quiet thud, eyes squeezing shut as a guttural moan escaped.

Eli moaned around me, the sound vibrating through every nerve in my body as he sucked even harder, relentlessly, hungry. My hands tightened in his hair as I spilled into his mouth, breath breaking in shallow, fractured gasps.

He didn’t stop. Not until he’d taken every last drop, not until I was trembling against the wall, skin flushed, mind spinning.

When I finally opened my eyes, heart still hammering in my chest—

Brandon was gone.