CHAPTER 2
Jordan
We navigate our way through the dance floor, my eyes narrowing in on the neon bathroom sign. Dimples doesn’t stop touching me. His big hands seem to be everywhere at once; it feels both sensual and claiming, like he’s making sure everybody knows he has won the prize. It’s hot. Hotter than I would have guessed a guy claiming me could be, or maybe it’s justthisguy. Who knows? Not me. Who cares? Also not me.
Right now, he’s pressed so close to me that his dick is settled perfectly between my cheeks. With one hand he plays with my nipple and with the other he maps the outline of my shaft. I’ll probably end up with the shape of my hard-on permanently imprinted on the inside of my jeans. I’m not even gonna be mad if it rips a hole through the denim—at least then my dick would be relieved and marginally closer to him sucking it.
By some miracle there is an empty bathroom stall right at the end of the row. I rush for it, dragging Mr Sexy behind me. Before I can even lock the door, he has me pinned face-first against it and my hips pulled back. A deep shiver runs down my spine and right to my balls as he moves to press against me. Even though my body is essentially blocking anyone from opening the door, the fact it isn't locked makes the voyeur in me happy dance.
“You smell so fucking good. I want to lick you all over.” His breath tickles the back of my neck and he runs his tongue across my earlobe, making sure I hear every growled word of desperation.
“Don’t let me stop you, handsome.”
He groans at my words and immediately drops to his knees behind me, needing no further encouragement. I had been hoping for him to kneel for me, but I had no idea that he would be kneeling behind me. What a glorious change of events this is. His hands move with confidence around my waist to unbutton my skin-tight jeans. In another moment I might actually be embarrassed that he has to tug several times on them, but right now is not that moment. I don’t even care if he rips them, I am so fucking hard. Everything about this moment is turning me all the way on.
“Fuck, you look sexy in lace.” His moan of appreciation is guttural as my jeans finally give way to reveal my ass in its red lace jock. Looking over my shoulder, I watch him cup and caress my cheeks in his big hands before pulling them apart. He spits on my hole as his fingers pluck at the lace straps, leaving red welts and making me gasp and clench my cheeks.
“Uh, uh, uh! No moving, Lashes. You stay still, or I stop,” he warns, and I swear my cock starts drooling. “Tell me you understand. Let me hear you say it.”
“Oh fuck, yes. Don’t stop now.”
He smirks as I beg shamelessly. Thick fingers roam up and down the back of my legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The slap that lands on my ass takes me by surprise, making me yelp like a startled poodle. I want to look over my shoulder, but I don’t dare move. I’m so close to coming it's insane. Maybe I’m more of a submissive kitten than I thought.
“Mmmmm… good boy. I love how smooth you are. Your perfect ass pinks up so well. I could spend hours just breaking you down and making you cry so prettily. But we don’t have that kind of time, so bend over and spread those legs for me, Lashes.”
I do as he asks, not because I’m obedient like that—his filthy words do nothing to me. It's purely because my ass is aching so badly for attention that I can't resist thrusting it out towards him.
“Holy mother of God!” My voice gives away how much of a liar I am as he spreads my cheeks and teases my rim like a starving man. I would crawl across broken glass for this to never end.
His hot tongue drills into my tight hole, while his moans vibrate through me like a bolt of electricity. He sounds like he's taking more pleasure from this than I am.
My perfect stranger softens my entrance before probing it with the tip of his tongue. He licks and sucks like I’m the best fucking snack he’s ever had. My legs can barely hold me up. I'm just wedged here, cross-eyed, with my forehead pressed against the stall door. I’m not even trying to restrain my moans as they echo around us.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I am aware that we are in the bathroom of a bar and I have no idea who this guy is that has his tongue up my ass. But you know what? The rest of my mind does not give one single fuck. This is what I came here for. This is exactly what I need. The hookup gods have blessed me and there is a very good chance that I'm going to come hands free, his mouth is that talented. I’m going to deface the graffiti on the back of the stall door with my splooge. “Oh, Fuck. More. Please. I’m so close.” I groan through panting breaths, making sure to sound as desperate as I feel.
“Good. I want you to come for me, Lashes. Let me hear you.”
He growls, and there’s a sucking sound just before his spit-soaked finger breaches my hole. Immediately, it curls forward and begins to tap a fucking tune against my prostate. My spine arches as I throw back my head and roar. My balls pull up tight and I free my cock from its lace prison just as it goes off like a fire hydrant. I spray the graffiti on the back of the door, covering the declarations of love and advertisements for fun times with my pent-up spunk.
It takes a few seconds for my soul to return to my body before I turn around and slump against the door, remembering a second too late that I've just landed right on my jizz. Worth it.
The smirk on the sexy stranger's face tells me he knows all too well how good he is. Never one to be beat, though, I drop to my knees in front of him, glad my jeans are still halfway up so I don't have to actually touch the floor. I waste no time, unbuckling his belt and taking down his pants together with his briefs. “Fuck, your cock is a work of art. Feed it to me, Dimples.” At least eight inches long, his thick, veined cock bobs in front of me like it's waving hello. I open my mouth and roll out my tongue as my eyes close. Shutting out the world, I concentrate on his musk and the weight of his cock on my tongue. The way the velvet skin slides along my tastebuds. My lips already feel stretched, but there is so much more.
“Wider, Lashes, take all of me.”
My eyes pop open when I feel his fingers sliding into my mouth either side of his cock to stretch my lips. I groan as my cock makes a valiant effort to get hard again. I’m savoring the taste of his precum as it gushes out, coating my tongue. Fuck, this guy is so fucking hot.
“That’s it, beautiful. Breathe. I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Lashes? You want me to use that mouth and empty a load into your stomach.”
I nod vigorously as drool starts to drip out of my mouth, now stretched to its limits as I look up at him. That’s exactly what I want—to be used by him.
“Are you ready? If it’s too much, tap my thigh and I’ll give you a break,” he pants. “But make no mistake—I’m coming down that gorgeous throat, and you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?”
I nod again and wonder for just a second when this became exactly what I needed tonight. I’ll let him do whatever he wants with me to taste his release. It’s probably weird that I feel safe with this absolute stranger, but I get zero red flags. My thoughts are cut off when he snaps his hips forward, blocking off my airways for just a moment. He fucks roughly into my throat, then pulls back, allowing me a long deep breath before doing it again and again. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Every nerve in my body is fluttering and defying all odds. My cock is rock hard again and dripping all over the floor below.
“Aaaaargh! Fuck, you like that, don’t you? The way I use your tight throat. You look so fucking beautiful right now. I’m getting close. You're going to stay very still and let me feed you my cum, aren’t you, Lashes?”
He grunts with each thrust of his hips and I couldn’t answer him if I tried, so hopefully he takes the way I flutter my lashes at him as a response. He chuckles at that. The deep, husky sound quickly turns into a moan as he grips my hair, holding my head in place while he wrecks my mouth until I start to see Jesus. As he paints my throat with his essence, I cover the floor with mine. The noises I’m making don’t even sound human, and he sure as fuck sounds like an animal.
