His mouth twisted into a devilish grin as he grabbed my jaw and turned my head to look at him. “You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t want you to be my Daddy—I want you to be my bitch.”
The teacher in me—the rational side of my personality—wanted to be annoyed he’d called me that, but my cock jerked and precum leaked from my slit. He’d said exactly the right thing to rev my engine. I slapped my hands against the stall as the sound of him ripping another packet met my ears, and several frantic heartbeats later, the head of his cock was at my hole. I braced myself, spread my legs a little wider, and tilted my hips back farther.
“Your ass is fucking superb,” he growled out, clutching at the back of my neck with his right hand. “I’m going to fuck you hard.”
I slipped my eyes closed and took a deep breath, expecting a gentle nudge in, but he fucked into me in one long, brutal stroke. Pain and pleasure weaved together and the jolt of the combination rocked me sideways. I gasped, fingernails scratching at the stall walls on either side of us as he jammed balls-deep into me.
He spread my hole apart, stretched me to the limit, and stars burst behind my closed eyelids as he drilled me. Everything about him was masculine and domineering, and I couldn’t get enough, from the smell of his rich cologne to the way his nails dug into my neck and hip, holding me still as he took pleasure from my body.
“So fucking tight. Fuck yeah.”
I banged my forehead against the wall and groaned, spreading my legs farther, but that didn’t stop the pain that mixed with the desire, and I didn’t want it to because it was perfect. I didn’t know if it was because I hadn’t had sex in so long or if he really was fucking amazing at this, but when he hit my prostate the world spun and my knees gave out. He held me up with an arm around my waist.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He panted the word into my ear like a mantra.
My balls ached and my cock shuddered as I wedged a hand between my belly and the tiles to grab my erection, jerking off in time with his thrusts. Everything was perfect and I was so close I was on fire. The tips of my fingers tingled, and so did everywhere else. I’d never felt so good in my life. Not that I could remember.
I slammed my forehead against the wall again and grunted, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts. “I’m coming.”
“Do it,” he ordered, nipping at my earlobe before burying his face against the crook of my neck. He kissed and scraped his teeth across the skin there and the sensation had me flying high. There was no way I could hold off.
I moaned and my muscles went rigid as my orgasm ripped through me. My balls tightened closer to my body, and my cock stiffened as cum shot from my slit and painted the wall. I leaned my shoulder against the tiles, panting through the last tendrils of desire that coiled around me like a snake that wouldn’t let go.
He grunted, and a few thrusts later it sounded as if he’d come, his loud groans echoing in the tight space. When he pulled out, I glanced over my shoulder again to see him slip off the full condom and tie it up. He dumped the mess into the toilet bowl, and I opened my mouth to tell him that wasn’t a good idea before I shut it again. Judge was only a hookup and it didn’t matter what he did. I wouldn’t see him again.
I grabbed toilet paper and wiped myself down before yanking up my underwear and jeans. With nerves beginning to set in, I grabbed my shirt and slid that on, too. Judge smirked at me as he did the same.
Outside the stall the door of the bathroom flew open, hitting the wall behind it.
“You fucking done in there?” a man snapped. “Fucking having sex in the bathroom. Disgusting bastards.”
Judge ignored the stranger as he leaned closer to me, giving me a light kiss on the cheek. “Can I have your number?”
“No.” I licked my dry lips. “Thanks for the.... Well.... This.” I waved my hand between us, the awkwardness back.
“Come on, we can do it again.” His voice came out in a masculine purr, and I could see him getting whatever he wanted. All he needed to do was stare at someone with those pretty green eyes or flash his perfect smile and he’d have it.
Not from me you won’t.I’d been down this road before and look what had happened.
“Listen, my boyfriend of over twenty years cheated on me.Cheatedon me with a much younger man. This was fun, but I’m not doing it again.” I edged around him, unlocked the stall door, and walked out, but stopped when the man outside laid a hand on my chest.
“I’m fucking talking to you,” the drunk yelled, spit flying in my face. He couldn’t be much older than Judge, but it was clear he was way past the point of inebriation. His face was red, blond hair a mess—not a cute mess like Judge’s but ragged, as if he’d slept a few nights in a ditch—and he swayed on his feet.
“Hey, don’t put your hands on him.” Judge came roaring out of the stall and shoved the drunk man backward.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, grabbing Judge’s elbow. “It’s fine.”
The drunk didn’t agree because he straightened himself up and went on a slurred rampage that was barely intelligible. Judge shook me off and got into his face. This was the moment to escape. No more talk about phone numbers or having sex again.
I backed out of the bathroom as quickly as I could, nearly tripping over my feet when I missed a step as I headed toward the bar. A look around didn’t help me to spot Brandt, not in this sea of tipsy and horny bodies, so I decided it was time to leave. He could catch up with me later.
I rushed out the front of Black Out, saying goodbye to a bouncer, who nodded solemnly at me. Dark violet neon lights over the entrance curved into the giant words Black Out and cast the sidewalk in an eerie glow. I walked quickly to get away from the strange sensations crashing around in my gut. The night air was cool, and I shivered, wishing I’d brought a jacket. I only made it half a block before I heard Brandt calling my name.
Stopping, I turned in the direction of the club as he came bounding down the sidewalk to join me. He laughed, slinging an arm around my shoulders.
“How was he?” Brandt asked, smiling as if he’d personally found the dick that fucked me.
I glared. “Fine. Can we not talk about this?”
