My throat tightens as I tap it.
The screen brightens. And my breath catches as it flickers to life.
I can see his shirt hem riding up, his hand sliding over himself, slow and practiced, the thick ridge of his cock gripped in his fist.
Holy shit.
He’s big.
I mean, I knew that already. But watching it? Seeing the dark flush of his head, the way his hand glides up and twists just beneath the crown, coaxing slick from the tip like it’s nothing?
I’m practically drooling.
My cock is throbbing, still aching from earlier. From him. From this... fucking game.
I don’t hesitate. I unzip my pants, take myself in hand, and give in.
I stroke myself in time with him. His hand on screen. Mine in the stall.
The breath that leaves me is ragged. Every nerve lights up. Every thought zeros in on the heat in my palm, the image of Dante's fist sliding wet and steady down the length of his cock.
He’s close.
I can tell by the flex in his forearm. The twitch of his fingers.
And then he comes.
Fuck.
His cum spills over his fingers, thick and white, streaking down his shaft to the waiting napkin in his lap.
And that’s all it takes.
I bite my lip, eyes locked on the screen as I follow him over the edge. My hips jerk, release hitting me like a train. Fast. Blinding. I choke out a breath and catch it in a wad of toilet paper, gripping tight to keep from collapsing entirely.
Shit.
What the hell are we doing?
On the screen, he strokes, long and slow until he’s satisfied, then he wipes it all away.
I clean up in silence, flushing the evidence and heading to the sink.
Washing my hands. Fixing my tie. Running my fingers through my hair. I stare at myself in the mirror, chest still rising and falling, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to my brow.
Bathrooms.
Seems like they’re becoming a fucking theme.
First one—admitting I got the best blowjob of my life… from my oldest friend and business partner.
Second—sticking a plug up my ass and made to come at a goddamn charity event.
Now this—jacking off in a goddamn stall to a video of his dick.
I can’t keep pretending anymore.
Can’t keep pretending this is anything but inevitable.
