Malachi.
What the hell is he doing here? and how the hell does my parents know him?
He looks impeccable and blank as always. He's dressed in an all black look. Suit fitted to bloody perfection. The top button on his dress shirt is undone and that damn silver jewelry is just a beacon for my mouth to plant on his neck.
I should have a little self respect for myself, not lust after someone who has been ignoring me for the past week. I should also ignore him as if he doesn't exist. Yes I should.
As if he knows my eyes are on him, he turns his head way from the woman talking on the podium and our eyes meet. Chills shoot down my spine and I grip the table so I will not tremble.
I quickly move my eyes away from him, back to my parents. I forgot they were even talking to me before I got distracted.
"are you okay?" my mom asks, looking back to where my eyes were previously fixated on. Her eyes lighten up. "ah, you've seen Malachi Aluya." She whispers conspiratorially. "he's the best surgeon in Nigeria and he is really passionate about helping the under privilege." She clears her throat and leans back. "he has being an active participant in all our effort to empower people that needs help."
I can almost taste the joy on her face as she praises the man that has been giving me sleepless night for over a week now.
"oh wow, really?" I say, trying not to act too interested. "so you're saying her has been attending all your events?"
"not all, he hasn't been in Nigeria for a long time. He started attending two participating two years ago."
So I could have met him sooner? Fuck. "oh cool." I mutter.
"at thirty two, he has built quite a lot for himself." She looks at me sadly. "I've been trying to get you to meet him, maybe he'll be able to influence you into making better decisions."
I swallow down my laughter. If only she knew the thoughts I have for Mal, she'll keep him far away from me. If she has been trying to get us to meet. That means he knew who I was the day we met. And the fucker acted as if he didn't know me.
And Christ, he's thirty two? Dude doesn't look a day over twenty eight.
"yeah, that will be good."
"what?" my mom gasp. Even my dad look shocked that I agree with them. "did you just agree with me?" she taps her arm as if she was trying to wake up from a dream.
"yeah I am. I'm willing to try your way. Introduce us." I say even as butterflies flutter in my stomach.
"who are you and what have you done to my son." My dad asks me looking curious.
"I think the therapist is really doing their job hon."
"I think that's true." My dad says.
I turn to look at Mal to find that his eyes are on me .he's staring at me so intensely, its hard for me to break away from his gaze. A woman beside him whispers something in his ears and he nods before moving his enchanting eyes away fro me.
I need to be careful with how much I'm staring at him. There are cameras every where. I wouldn't want to be captured ogling Nigeria's best male surgeon.
Unable to fight the urge, my eyes seek him out only to find him gone. Where the hell did he just go? I turn around panicky to search for him, then I spot him moving between tables. It seems he is heading to the restrooms.
I quickly got up.
"Tobi, where are you going? You just came."
"bathroom." I murmur before following him to the restroom.
When I walk in, I see him washing his hands on the sink in front of the mirror.
I swallow and I take in his lanky figure bent over the sink. I don't think he knows I'm in here.
"are you going to speak or just watch me." There's a hint of amusement in his voice. Well, I guess he felt me walk in.
"you've been ignoring me." I say plainly.
He shrugs. "have I?" he throws back.
"you know what I'm talking about Mal. I thought we are friends." I walk closer to where he is standing.
He tilts a brow up. "is that what you really want?" he towels the water of his hands, dumps the paper towel into the trash can before resting un the counter.
I lick my lips. Feeling bold I say. "no."
He looks surprised. Maybe he thought I wouldn't be able to voice out what I want. "what do you want then?" he asks. Did his voice get a little raspier or is it just my imagination?
"i… I wan-want you." I stammer out.
His eyes darken before he school his features back to being blank. "you don't know what you're talking about."
"I know what I want. And its you. Intimate with me." I rush the words out before I get cold feet.
"that can't happen. I don't deal with newbie homosexuals. Your type is difficult to mess around with. And aren't you straight?" He drawls out.
See. He is fucking rejecting me. And what the hell does he mean by 'newbie homosexual?'
I know he's lying. That can't possibly be the reason.
"that's just pure bulshit. Its just sex and I don't think I'm straight. I think I'm bi." I say with annoyance.
A predatory gleam shines in his eyes as he begins to walk closer to me. "no its not just sex." He whispers as he stands directly in from of me. Few inches separate us and as he speaks, I can feel the delicious warmth of his breath on my face. "when I fuck, I make sure the person, be it man or woman, cums so many many times on my dick, mouth or fingers till they pass out." Arousal ignites in my bones and I feel myself begin to harden. "I fuck them so well that anytime they think about me, they get hard and wet and wish for my dick to fill them up so they can experience the intense pleasure of what they felt that day."
My dick is at full mast right now. I can't think of anything except the insane urge to experience the things he just said. The thought alone weaken my bones and makes my mind foggy. I can't focus on anything right now other than this man, his lips, the words coming out of it and the hard dick in my pant.
"but of course, since you're a newbie, I wouldn't want to waste my time with you. All the exhausting carefulness of a first timer." My dick is almost pulsing with how hard it is. "oh please, don't go too deep, that hurts, or please not too fast…. Blah blah blah." He mocks.
I couldn't bear it anymore so I grind my palm down on my dick to at least release some tension.
His eyes track the movement and his eyes darken and his pupils dilates. I know then that it is lust visible in his expression.
He is fucking attracted to me.
I need him to act on it so I look directly into his eyes and bit my bottom lip before running my tongue along it making it moist.
He makes a little undecipherable sound at the back of his throat before shaking his head as if to dust the arousal away.
Not happening.
"don't worry, you wont get a complain from me, not when I've been… fantasizing about you for the past week." I whisper as I purposefully look down at his lips, goading him.
He groans loud and deep, his eyes loose focus a little, then focus on my lips. He licks his lips before pulling me in by my jacket, he then grabs the back of my neck. "I shouldn't be doing this." He mutters before smashing our lips together.