Page 180 of Embriagado

“Yes, this idiot’s leaving. Don’t let him stop you.”

To this dude’s credit, he had his heart set on his goal because he just shrugged and went back to pulling my cock out. Relaxing, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, ready for my damn blowjob⁠—

“Fuck!” the guy screamed after Ariyan clenched his hair in his fist and basically tore him away from me.

“Are you crazy?” I gasped, only Ariyan didn’t mind me. Instead, he continued to hold this poor guy’s hair by its roots.

“Has your mother taught you no self-respect?” he snarled, eyes fierce. “Getting on your knees for some stranger you just met, and in public?”

“F-fuck, you’re ripping my hair out!” he cried until Ariyan finally let him go, and he crashed onto the sand.

“Get out of here before I file a complaint against you for indecent exposure.”

Swear to fucking God, I’d never seen anybody running away faster than that dude just did, and amused, I huffed.

“And you.” Ariyan turned to face me, his lips pulled into a snarl. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I shrugged. “Getting my dick wet?”

“Erase that smirk off your face,” he hissed, pointing his finger at me.

I pushed back from the wall. “What’s the matter? Thought you didn’t care if I fucked someone else.”

His jaw twitched. “I don’t.”

My brows rose, and I snorted a laugh.

“So pulling someone’s hair is you ‘not caring’?”

He placed his hands on his hips. “I don’t owe you any explanation.”

“Only you sort of do.”

His eyes widened, pure fury burning in them. “Fine. So I’m not interested in you transferring me some random guy’s STDs.”

“STDs?” I faked a gasp. “That’s offensive.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“Oh. We’re down to swearing now?”

Tearing his eyes away from me, he took a deep breath. “You’re walking a thin line, Mr. Rivas.”

“All I did was get my point across.”

His eyes were back on me in seconds. “And that would be?”

“That you do care.”

“Oh, please, as if I’d care you picked some mediocre twink as my replacement.”

“Mediocre?” I rubbed my jaw. “He was actually pretty hot.”

He huffed. “If you’re into plastic surgery and fake butt implants, then sure.”

I crossed my arms, eyes not leaving his for a second. “Just admit that you’re jealous.”

“Jealous?” He gasped out the word, eyes going wide.