CARNIVORE [MxM+]

Chapter 8

TW: a slur is said. 

Also, I just wanted to address that my terrible writing is somehow getting worse, which I apologize for. But my only motivation is progression (which makes zero sense), so I'm praying that at some point I'll be past this book and that I can rewrite it or something when I don't suck. 

Alexei Abbots

Bright, neon lights. Loud, Blaring music. 

Two sets of hungry and lustful eyes peer into my own, their interest worn on their sleeves. 

Drink after drink, and soon enough the men join me on the dancefloor flooded with barely covered bodies. It's too hot and stuffy, but I don't want to panic. I feel nothing but euphoria.

Time passes. 

A door slams open then shut, and just like that I'm placed onto a sink with one of the men between my legs. I instinctually wrap them around his waist as he ravages my mouth with his own. This time the heat scorching me is different because It doesn't make me panic. It makes me want to shed my clothes and make this fucking Greek god of a man do the same. So I go to do so, starting with my shirt. But his hand is gently placed onto mine, and the kissing ceases, only for a second. 

His voice is low and lewd as he quickly states, "No, not here." Then his lips are on mine again and I can't help the slight moan of satisfaction I let out. This excites him- I can tell- because he grabs my hips and tugs me impossibly closer to him, letting me feel just how much he actually does like this.

I like it too. 

He moves his way to my neck, pecking and sucking away as hard as he can. I moan again. 

My eyes find the other man behind us, watching the interaction with a blush on his cheeks. My gaze travels down his body to find his right hand cupping himself through his jeans, him just as aroused as us.

I can't help the grin that makes its way onto my face.

"Come here, let me do it for you." He obliges instantly. 

He unbuckles his belt as Xavier makes his way to my collarbone, trying to mark every inch of my skin. His hips jerk, making me shudder against him as our lower halves grind together. My hand shakes slightly as it slips under Riley's clothing, watching as his eyes roll back when I take him in my hand. I waste no time and tug on him as hard as I can. I have no patience for slowness currently. 

Then a slam, followed by voices and drunken laughter. 

"I won't lie, that's the hottest shit I've seen in a while."

"Second that."

"Third."

Then more laughter. I panic, pushing Xavier away from me (who barely moves but backs up anyway), and yank my hand from Riley's pants, who seems just as embarrassed as me as he starts doing his belt. 

I jump from the sink and tug my shirt down to stare at the three men dressed in revealing clothing as they take in the sight before them. 

The one with the drink in his hand and no shirt on speaks first. 

"Sorry to interrupt, but all this lager has me pissin' myself thoroughly." The comment makes everyone laugh, including Xavier and Riley. I can't help the amusement that finds itself in my chest, either. 

"We got a little carried away, didn't we?" Xavier comments while looking down at me. I groan in annoyance.

"We did, yeah, but like..." I trail off. Xavier chuckles.