Aria's POV
I met him at a loud pub with flashing lights and blaring music, as well as women laughing. I didn't like him from the moment our eyes met. His gaze caressed me in a heated and horrifying way. He was seated in a corner, with two attractive women on either side of him. He was accompanied by business people, I believe, but he didn't look away from me. That's the type of sight I see in him: blue eyes that appear to whisk you to a cloud but then dump you when he becomes bored. I could see his silver earring on his left ear even in the dim light. He grinned at me as if to imply he could have me.
"Aria, you have been looking away since earlier." I couldn't hear my colleagues' words because my attention was fixed on the man I was no longer looking at. I plainly let my friend's grip on me until we walked around, and yet there, at the table next to us, was the man I had been eyeing earlier. The smile remained on his lips, which he wet with his tongue and then massaged, as if holding back a smile. I couldn't look at him, so I returned my focus to my friends' laughter.
"What about you, Aria?" The person who pulled me earlier inquired. I couldn't understand what they were talking about, so I stared at them. I gave them a perplexed look till the man I was staring at earlier spoke out. I wasn't sure he could hear what we were speaking because of the noise — and was it his habit to listen to what others were discussing? I saw my female friends' breaths deepening. We were a group of four girls and three boys. Because they were embarrassed by the man who had entered our conversation, their breathing became heavier and their eyes twinkled.
"Your friends advise you should get into a relationship after you've been gone," he smirked at my buddies. The women almost screamed, and the men grimaced, as if they were dissatisfied with what the man was doing. When the woman on his left slipped her hand into his bulging pants, I arched an eyebrow and lowered my sight.
I didn't respond to their questions. I took the glass in front of me and, without a doubt, I drank it. Because of its flavor, it seemed like it was pulling anguish in my throat. I don't like bars and I don't drink alcohol, so I'm not sure what label I drink. Because I have a low tolerance for alcohol, I try to avoid drinking as much as possible. I gulped it again after the one next to me poured in my glass. If I had just bought some wine at the bartender, it could have given my drink a little more taste. Before I sipped the brown liquor, I observed the man, who did not appear ashamed because the girl was now giving him a blowjob.
I'm quite positive if it was the drink or what I witnessed that caused my body to heat up. Whatever the cause is, I know it's not good for me to sit at this table any longer. Everyone turned to stare at me when I stood up. I turned around without saying goodbye. The man was still staring at my body while his hand was already holding the head of the lady giving him a blowjob, and one of his hands was grabbing the boobs of the woman on his right.
I ran to the restroom and cleansed my face because I didn't want to feel the fire. Because I'm not used to consuming alcohol, this is how I feel. I also washed my face, and it doesn't matter if I'm not wearing make-up any longer. I opted to go home rather than risk losing the heat. I noticed the man standing in front of the door, his arm crossed and his head lying on the door. Nobody seems to want to use the restroom. I was ready to walk away from him when he blocked the door with his foot.
"What are you doing?" I said as I came to a halt. His bad boy demeanor had suddenly become solemn. Because of the perspiration that had gathered on his face, he seemed smoky. Because of the large number of people inside, the pub was quite hot. And now that we're in the light, I can see his entire face, and there's no denying he's gorgeous. He used his fingers to brush his hair. He didn't respond to my concern since he had withdrawn with his position and had shut the door. As a reaction, I walk back. Why did he lock the door?
"Just looking at you makes me hard. No matter what the two sisters do to soothe my cock, it doesn't want to calm down because I imagine I'm fucking you hard till the room is filled with your scream. " Instead of being terrified of what he was saying, I looked down at his swelling pants. He touched his cheek and chuckled, as if he couldn't believe how he felt right now.
He approached me. I couldn't move and had no choice but to let him go. He pressed his body into my back when he came up behind me, and I could feel his raging cock. Maybe it's because of the booze that I can't stand what he does to me. Also, sex is not anything new to me. I've been raped several times and imprisoned for years, and what he does seems natural to me. He brushed his swelling pants on my buttocks.
"Can I fuck you? It would be a waste if this boner could not be dealt with." He continuously grasped my hips and devoured me, carrying my brain with every stroke he made. And my underwear are now sticky. He was already slipping his hand into my dress and lowering my panties.
“Not here.” My lips move on their own to answer.