Chapter 13

He lifted the bottle into the air, holding the bottom of it for leverage, and pulling it up and down his throat in relaxed, measured tugs. His muffled moans vibrated against the empty glass.

Devon hunkered in his seat, turning away, hiding his face in his hands.

I didn’t know if Devon was laughing, turned on, or embarrassed by Pete’s fellatio stint. I looked over at an older couple staring at us, perplexed, their uncertain stares lingering on Pete.

A group of college students were pointing and laughing at us from their corner booth.

Pete’s body flinched, and the slow movements of his mouth on the bottle gained momentum, his teeth clinking against the glass as he probed the bottle in and out in a series of rapid strokes.

“Pete.” Devon again, leaning into Pete.

I closed my eyes, sinking down in my seat.

“Jesus,” Devon mumbled.