Decision made, he walked the short distance to the beat-up old tavern. In spite of living nearby for over two years, he’d only been in there once. Their regular clientele tended to fit in the weird category. How he ended up in a neighborhood with the Goth type, he didn’t know. But the place served alcohol and right now, he needed a drink.

Blinded by the change from the afternoon sunlight to the dim interior, his eyes blinked several times. With his sight regained, he peered around the small establishment.

A long polished wood bar took up most of the narrow room. Four tiny tables lined the opposite wall. A couple, though Roger wasn’t sure a couple of what, were taking making out to a new level against the wall just beyond the last table. The other patrons seemed more tame.

One man sat at the bar, his head in his hands, his beer half empty. Another couple was having a heated whispered conversation a few feet down from him. Then there was the strange woman sitting at the opposite end of the bar.

Looking almost too young to be in a bar, she had the usual pale face and dark makeup. Black clothes—only the form-fitting top visible over the bar. And she had a really good form to fit it too. Upturned breasts, thick nipples showing through the slinky material and just enough cleavage to make his cock twitch… But he wasn’t here to pick up a woman.

Roger didn’t really make a conscious decision to sit near her. He wanted to be away from the others and somewhere his line of sight didn’t include the man and woman against the wall. The thought made his gaze drift in their direction. Yep, making out was definitely not all they were doing. With a double take, he wasn’t sure there were two different genders involved.

Turning his back on the scene, Roger snagged a tall stool with his foot. His first inclination was to go for the hard stuff but his better judgment interfered. "Beer, whatever you have on tap." Looking past the Goth bartender and his myriad piercings, a mirror reflected the scene he wanted to avoid. His cock swelled at the sight.

The curve of back muscles beneath a pulled-up shirt—long thick muscles obviously not a woman’s. The dark-haired man slid to the ground in front of the man standing with his back to the wall. Fumbling fingers freed a swollen cock from tight jeans. A greedy mouth swallowed the thick flesh.

Roger’s body reacted to the sight. Rapid breathing accompanied a flush of heat. His cock lengthened and filled. So long since the last time he’d had sex, even longer since someone gave him an enthusiastic blow job. And never one as eager as the young man on his knees in a public place.

"You like what you see." The sultry voice floated down the bar.

His breath caught in his throat. "I don’t see anything." He grabbed his glass, sloshing a little over the top in his haste. Downing a third of the icy brew, he glared at his accuser.

The ebony-haired woman just smiled. The dark-ringed eyes didn’t reflect her smile. "Then you’re all hot and bothered for no reason?"

"Who says-"

"I say you are." Her voice dropped to a sexy growl. "I can smell you. Right now your cock is leaking with anticipation. Enthralled with the idea of someone taking you deep in their throat." She leaned toward him. "Do you want Estefan to suck you off like he’s doing to Cardin?"

Roger thought about getting up and leaving. He wasn’t sure he could walk straight in his current condition.

"All I have to do is tell him." An almost feral smile crossed her lips. "And he will." She slid from the stool in a rustle of black cloth. The full-length skirt swooshed as she moved closer. "If I tell him to, Estefan will suck your brains out through your cock while you sit here and enjoy your beer."

A shudder swept through him. If she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t need help from anyone. He’d just sit here and come in his pants.

"See how much Estefan loves to suck dick. He’s so talented. And Cardin enjoys his mouth so much."

He couldn’t stop himself from looking.

The mirror reflected the intense pleasure written across Cardin’s face. The man’s body rocked back and forth, pushing deep into Estefan’s mouth. And every long, deep stroke Estefan took.

"Watch Cardin. He’s almost at his limit. No one lasts long with Estefan." Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. The heat of her breath teased his cheek.

He wanted to look away, to run from the bar but instead he looked at Cardin’s reflection in the mirror.

The man’s mouth drooped open, the fingers of one hand curled in his short reddish-brown hair. The other hand rested on the dark head bobbing back and forth on his cock.

"So tell me what you want. Estefan’s lips around this," her hand brushed the hard bulge in his slacks, "or maybe you’d rather be buried hilt deep in his nice tight ass."

Roger tore his gaze away from Cardin’s face. "Who says I want a man?" His fingers clenched around her wrist and pushed her hand firmly against his aching cock. "Maybe I want you."

Her fingers squeezed him, almost enough to bring him off where he sat. He forced the urge away. If she wanted to play games, he planned to choose which one.

"Would you take me here against the wall, in front of everyone?" Roger looked up and down the bar. Strange but no one seemed to be paying attention to their little tête-à-tête.

Her other arm slipped around his waist. Her firm, full breasts pressed against his back. "You want me. Take me." Her lips nuzzled at his ear lobe. "Fuck me here." Her free hand tugged his belt loose. Nimble fingers had his pants open before he could react.

Exactly how he was supposed to react seemed to elude him.