I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t care. This was some random person who had no idea what I was going through—he didn’t need to know my life story, and I didn’t need to know his—but a name was at least polite, even though I wasn’t sure if his was real or not. It sounded made up. “Flynn.”
Judge, as he called himself, grabbed my black T-shirt and twisted it in his fist, yanking me until I fell against his chest. His mouth slammed against mine and the press of his lips was rough and demanding, as though he planned on dominating me and making me his. The power of his kiss had me tilting forward needily, and my eyes slipped closed as I opened my mouth for his forceful tongue. Either he really needed this money, he was a good actor, or he was enjoying this, because he kissed me like hewantedme. I was putty beneath him, my body slouching as though my bones had disappeared.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and dragged me closer until I was pressed up against his thighs, my semihard cock trying to bust through my pants to rut along his hard abs. My hands slapped over his chest at the sudden movement, and he only hauled me closer until his cock nudged my hip. He was firm everywhere, from the pecs I touched to the thigh I leaned on, and it was difficult not to react to such a tempting body against mine.
He gripped my ass, kneading his fingers into my cheeks, and I rocked against him, moaning into his delicious mouth. I’d asked him to kiss me but hadn’t expectedthis.
When he released me from the kiss, he licked his lips, then grinned as harsh pants left my mouth. “Who said you aren’t my type?” His voice was a husky whisper that swirled into my ear on a gust of warm breath and streaked tingles straight to my balls.
I’d been with Chris for so long I couldn’t remember ever being this horny. Chris knew how to get me off quick, but he’d never stopped to kiss me like this stranger. “Oh?”
His mouth turned up in one corner. “I’m a top and you’re exactly what I need.” He slid his thumb down my cheek and across my prickly jaw. I hadn’t bothered to shave for tonight because I didn’t expect anything from it. “How about we take this to the bathroom?”
I sucked in a breath and glanced at Brandt, who’d stopped talking to a guy on the dance floor to stare at us. He gave me two thumbs-up while he jiggled in a stupid dance, and I would’ve laughed if my cock wasn’t throbbing at the thought of letting Judge take me to a toilet stall and fuck me. Since when had I been down for semipublic sex?
“Let’s go,” I said at the same time I let out the breath I was holding, so my words were nearly a jumbled hiss, but he understood because he took my hand and gently pushed me to my feet. He led me past a few canoodling couples, through a dim area of the dance floor, and down a short hallway before he kicked open the door to the men’s bathroom.
He yanked me inside, directly to a stall, and shoved me into it. Somehow he was coordinated enough to lock the door behind himself while he stared into my eyes. The space was small, and my legs were on either side of the toilet, but it didn’t matter because he grabbed me, pushing me against the cool tiles of the wall at the back of the stall. Air escaped my lungs before his mouth was back on mine. His hands were on my hips, and he was pressed so tightly against me that his cock rocked against mine. He was a few inches taller than my six feet, and I didn’t have to see him naked to feel the muscles under his clothes—he wasripped.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmured against my lips after he’d broken the kiss. “I want to fuck you so bad. Get my dick in your tight little hole. Make you fucking scream my name as I drill into you.”
A wave of heat washed through me and my cock jerked. The pure filth that came out of him had my body reacting in ways I’d never felt. My balls were so tight already I was scared they’d explode before we even got the chance to get naked.
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up and over my head, and all I could do was go along for the ride. He tossed my shirt over the stall door, basically sending up a sex flag in a place like this. When he stopped to stare at my chest as if I was a piece of artwork, warmth spread across my cheeks and I cleared my throat.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” I asked, embarrassed at the attention.
He smirked and attached his mouth to my right nipple, sucking and nibbling until the nub was as hard as my cock, and I threw my head back and groaned. Add that to the list of things Chris had never done—he hated nipple play, always complaining his were sensitive and he had no desire to suck on mine.
When Judge was done with the right nub, he worked on the left, his tongue flicking around the point until I was trembling and my balls felt too full. My gut churned with anxiety and need, both frightened and horny at the prospect of having sex with a complete stranger for the first time in over two decades.
He worked on the button and zipper of my jeans, then tugged my pants down along with my favorite blue boxer briefs until they scrunched around my knees. The same as after he’d gotten me shirtless, he took the time to stare. I slid my hand across my hard belly, nerves making me shiver.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered, curling his hand around my cock and jerking it gently. “Fuck. The sexiest guy I’ve ever met.” He ran his other hand over the center of my chest. “I love all this hair.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say. He’d given me more compliments in five minutes than Chris had in the last ten years. I opened my mouth, then closed it again and inhaled sharply. “You too,” I mumbled, ducking my head. “Please, get naked.”
He laughed and the deep sound had me shivering. When he straightened, I stared again as he slid off his shirt with more grace than I’d ever seen in real life, and when his pants and underwear were shoved to his knees, I nearly swallowed my tongue. He tossed his shirt on top of mine on the stall door, and for some reason that made my shaft jerk with pleasure and slap my stomach. His cock wasn’t as long as mine, but it was thick and veiny, and I could already imagine the firm flesh spreading me apart. My mouth watered for a taste, but tonight was about getting off, and that meant getting him inside me.
“Turn around,” he growled out. I’d never thought much about a mangrowling, but that was exactly what he did. His voice was husky, and there was pure masculinity in the tone that had me sweating with desire and fear, and it was a delightful fucking feeling.
I faced the wall, and he pressed me flat against it. With one hand at my hip, he yanked so my back was forced to curve and my ass tilted up toward him. He tickled his fingers over the flesh on my cheeks, nails scraping over the skin until goose bumps erupted over my ass, and then he dipped his fingers lower, touching my entrance.
“I’ll destroy this hole.”
I shivered. I wanted to tell him to shut up with his dirty talk, that I didn’t need a play-by-play, but there was something serious about how he spoke the words, like he meant every single thing he said. He wanted to consume me and ruin me for any other man. At least, that was what his voice promised.
“Do you have lube and a condom?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder. His smirk hadn’t disappeared, but his eyes had darkened, and his cheeks were flushed with need. His hair was already mussed and sticking up, as though he’d run his hand through it a few times when I had my back turned. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Yeah.” He reached into the pocket of his scrunched-up jeans and pulled out two square packets, one lube and the other a condom.
“Had plans tonight?” I asked, though I couldn’t help but smile. My cock jerked, slapping against the cold wall.
“Not gonna deny it.” He leaned closer, his breath caressing my ear as he lowered his voice. “But I didn’t expect to find someone so hot. You’re exactly my type. Why would you ever think you’re not?”
I huffed out a strangled chuckle as he ripped open the lube packet and put some on his fingers. When he touched my hole, I tensed, then relaxed as he shoved in a finger. There was nothing gentle about the way he pushed inside me, and for some strange, twisted reason I didn’t want him to go easier. I’d spent years having gentle sex with Chris—I craved rough and out of this world.
“Most guys want older men to be their Daddy.” There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it wasn’t my thing. I wanted to be owned, worshipped, and claimed like I was a piece of meat. The few times Chris and I hadtriedto roleplay it was dismal, with Chris never having the dominance I craved.
