"No, actually, I've never been here before … " I took another mouthful of wine to buy some time. My glass was already two-thirds empty, and I was starting to wish I hadn't been too keyed up to eat anything before I came out. Would he believe me if I said I'd just wandered in here by mistake?
"Saw you lookin' at Matt's arse."
I nearly choked on my wine. That'd probably be a no, then. God, had I really been that obvious? "I'm not-I mean, I was married. To a woman." I gulped down some more of France's finest, hoping it'd either show me some way out of here or kill me quickly.
"Arr." Adam nodded, as if I'd just told him my life story. Then he grinned again and stood up. "C'mere."
"Where?" I yelped.
"'Ere." He beckoned me to him. Hypnotised by his smile-and more to the point, too nervous to let him go off without me-I followed. We ended up in a dark corner around the side of the pub, next to a couple of metal barrels and a passed-out drunk who was snoring gently. "C'mere," Adam said again.
A soft grunting noise caught my attention, and a shape in the shadows resolved itself into two gentlemen getting to know each other rather intimately. I suddenly realised why he'd brought me out here. "I don't think-"
He grabbed me. Where I still had my wineglass in one hand, Pinot Grigiot sloshed over my arm-and possibly the drunk-as I struggled in vain against Adam's lecherous grasp. "I'm not-"
"Yeah, y'are." Adam planted a sloppy, beer-flavoured kiss on my lips, and as his stubble rasped against my skin, I finally admitted to myself that yes, I really was. And maybe he wasn't who I really wanted, but oh, God, he tasted good and his body felt amazing against mine. My arms seemed to be working of their own volition as they wrapped around him and pressed him closer to me-I could only hope the level in my wineglass was low enough by now I wasn't soaking his back. Adam's erection ground into my hip, and God, that wasn't where I wanted it, not at all. My back was solidly against the wall of the pub, but I managed to shift position until our cocks were pressing against one another through our clothes. "Arr, 's right," Adam murmured in my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
Were ears supposed to feel this good? Why hadn't Kate ever-ah-God … I let out an inhuman sound as I felt Adam undoing my flies. And then his hand was on my cock and oh, fuck …
I was panting like I'd run a marathon and God, it felt good. But then he stopped and backed away. "W-what?" I managed.
"Just wait," Adam said enigmatically-and then he dropped to his knees.
Logically, I knew what he must be about to do. But some part of my brain just refused to let the rest of me believe it until it happened, until his mouth opened wide and swallowed me down, and mortifyingly, I came immediately, so hard it was almost painful. Adam just carried on swallowing, as I convulsed and panted and wanted to die.
"God, I'm so sorry … " I gasped out. "I should have-" I should have bloody stayed at home, that's what I should have done.
"'S all right," Adam said, wiping his mouth and smiling up at me. Then he stood. Oh, God-did he expect me to return the favour? I realised I was still holding my wineglass, and miraculously, there was still some in there, so I drank it down in one. Then I wondered if I should have saved some to wash the taste away. Now I was no longer blinded by lust, I so, so didn't want to do this. Another man's penis? In my mouth?
Of course, if it'd been Matt's … My treacherous dick gave a feeble twitch, too sated to do more.
I didn't resist as Adam pressed in close and put an arm around my neck, then pulled my hand down to his crotch-and when I realised what he was after, my relief made me respond with a pretty good imitation of enthusiasm. A hand job-I could do that. It wasn't like I hadn't had plenty of practice, although it was weird doing it without being able to feel the results. Adam's cock was thick but short, and I pumped it up and down with gusto. He seemed to appreciate it, judging by the incoherent sounds and the way the veins corded in his neck.
He threw his head right back, and I realised what was about to happen just a fraction of a second too late, as Adam's jizz spurted out all over my shirt and trousers. Were these trousers washable? Yes, yes, they were, so that was all right. Like a drowning man, I clung on to the one positive thing I could think of about this little encounter.
"Sorry 'bout the mess," Adam mumbled through his cheesy grin. He groped in the pocket of his baggy shorts and brought out a grubby handkerchief, which, despite my protestations, he used to wipe me down. He clapped me on the shoulder. "Y'r all right."
Adam was wrong. I wasn't all right. I felt sordid-soiled in more ways than one. This wasn't at all how I'd imagined my first time with a man-or if I had, my fantasies had never ended with me feeling like this. "I've got to go," I said desperately, tearing myself out of his grasp. Damn it, I'd need to call a taxi. I wished I'd brought my car so I could get away from here right now. Plus, if I'd driven, I wouldn't have been drinking, and then I'd never have got into this mess.