As I pulled back, I didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened under the neon lights. “I’m Connor.”
“Ryder.”
Connor cocked a brow at me. “Seriously?”
“Why would I lie about that?” I laughed.
“To make yourself seem hotter.”
While he was distracted with fingering the buttons on my shirt, I tightened my arms around his waist, spinning him around and backing him against the wall. The song cut to make room for the next one, giving me that sliver of a second I needed to hear the gasp that came from him. When I spoke again, I dropped my voice.
“I don’t need a name to do that, baby.” He shivered in my arms, and thanks to the dozens of bodies packed in around us, I knew it wasn’t because of a chill. “Want to go somewhere private?”
Connor punched his hips forward, his hard length pushing against my thigh. I pulled him in close, my own cock swelling between us.
“I’d love to.” Before I could lead him away, he groaned. “But I’m here with a bachelor party. I shouldn’t leave.”
I chugged the rest of my drink, then slipped my hand into his and pulled him away from the wall. “Who said anything about leaving?”
The corner of his mouth turned up into a sly grin. “After you.”
We worked our way through the crowd of people to the restrooms in the corner of the bar. I didn’t care if anyone saw as I pushed the door open and led Connor into the one open stall. He chose that moment to assert his hidden dominance, spinning me around and slammingmeagainst the wall.
A grunt forced its way from the back of my throat as my back hit the exposed bricks. “Looks like I’m not the only one who knows what I want.”
“I watched you all last night. I just couldn’t seem to catch your eye.”
My response was smothered by a sigh as Connor wedged a thigh between my legs, giving me that extra bit of friction that I craved. I lowered my head, spearing my fingers through Connor’s hair as our mouths connected. He wasted no time, pushing his tongue past my lips to tangle with mine.
“You sure about this?” I asked between kisses.
“Hell yeah, I’m sure. You having second thoughts?” He popped open the button on my jeans, pushing the zipper down and spreading the denim apart as he worked his hand inside.
“Absolutely not.” With his hand massaging my shaft, I pulled him in for another kiss, tasting the hint of vodka from his drink. My heart thumped in time with the music. Lust wrapped itself around me, overpowering any ounce of common sense I had.
To hell with Raleigh and his soulmate talk. Sex was fun.
Connor’s fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt,teasing at my belly before sliding into the waistband of my briefs. I swallowed a whine as he broke the kiss to lower himself to his knees. I tugged his head back by those pretty blond spikes to get a view of his kiss-swollen lips. Bright green eyes gazed up at me. The last thing I saw was him pressing a soft kiss to my stomach before my eyes fluttered shut and my head fell back against the wall. The air from the vents beat down on us, but as Connor freed my erection, he didn’t give me a chance to feel cold. Long fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, pointing me in the direction of his mouth. I hissed when his tongue darted out to swipe across its tip.
Connor hummed in approval when I pulled his head, urging him forward, and boy did he oblige. For a second, I forgot myself and had to stifle a moan when Connor’s lips sealed over my cockhead. He reared up higher on his knees to take me down inch by inch until I hit the back of his throat. When he swallowed around me, I released a string of profanities.
I wasn’t a fool. I knew I wasn’t the first person to hook up in these bathrooms—hell, it was the second timeI’ddone it. The thrill of getting caught made the race toward climax quicker. If Connor kept doing that thing with his—ah—swirling tongue, I was going to lose it.
Scratch that: notgoingto.
My orgasm hit before I could back myself away from the edge. Connor faltered slightly, but recovered enough to swallow as I came down his throat. He sucked me until there was nothing left, then rose to his feet, wiping off his swollen mouth with his thumb.
“Come here,” I panted. I pulled him into a kiss with one hand while the other went to his jeans, working my way in. He whimpered as I broke the kiss, but greedily sucked on the two fingers I brought to his mouth. He maintained eye contact,hips rocking against my thigh. I pushed forward, getting a moan in return while his cock chased the new angle.
“Hurry,” he ordered after releasing my fingers.
“Gladly.”
I supported Connor with one arm while my slicked-up fingers pushed into the back of his jeans. His hips did the work for me, grinding against my leg while I spread him apart, searching for the hot, puckered skin that waited for me. Connor tipped forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of my waist. He gasped as I pushed forward, first with one finger, then adding a second when he begged for more. He turned his head and his lips found the sensitive skin at the base of my neck. He latched on, sucking harder the closer he got to his own release.
My head fell back again, my neck arching to give his mouth better access. I knew I’d be marked, but I didn’t care. I crooked my fingers, grazing over Connor’s sweet spot. The move had him coming in his pants before he even knew what was happening. I let him ride his orgasm out against me, slowly removing my fingers only when he signaled that he was ready. He lifted his head from where it'd dropped against my shoulder, grimacing at the mark he’d left on my neck.
“Sorry,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the sore spot. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
