“I wanna…” He swallowed. “Can I taste?”
The words dropped straight to my groin.
I leaned in, pressing against his back and moving my fingers near his face, barely out of reach. “You wanna lick yourself off my hand?” I asked. “See how wet you are for me?”
He nipped his lips between his teeth, then gave a jerky nod.
“If you bite me, I’ll spank your ass,” I warned.
Zephyr’s answering whimper was practically a plea, and my cock went stiff in my unfastened pants.
I was rapidly learning I could not say no to this man, which was a liability for my heart and body parts. I glanced at where my hand hovered near his face. At least it wasn’t the one with the Band-Aid on it. Worst case, I’d come out of this with matching scars.
“Fuck. Fine,” I muttered, then speared my slick-coated fingers deep into Zephyr’s mouth.
He shuddered, and his eyes rolled back, lids fluttering. Then, like he had the first time, he began to suck.
His tongue moved like the rest of him, flexible as fuck, worming between my digits so nimbly I regretted not letting him blow me after all.
Drool mingled with the slick he greedily lapped off me, and by the time he swallowed the mix down, my dick was so jealous I could deny it no longer.
I yanked my hand free, leaving him empty and wanting as I shoved my slacks down and pulled my cock and balls over the waistband of my briefs. Palming my shaft, I guided it toward his entrance. Zephyr canted his hips back, seeking contact.
I was too keyed up to delay another second, so I rammed into him in a rough, claiming thrust.
Zephyr let out a breathless sound as I bottomed out. My groin pressed against his ass, and his channel clenched around me, leaking fluid that dripped down my balls.
Once I was seated inside, I slid my hand around, skimming over his ribs and taut belly. I moved upward from there, under the hem of his top where the tight fabric pinned me in place. His chest heaved against my palm, and his nipples pebbled as I thumbed across one then the other.
Zephyr squirmed while impaled on my cock. He rubbed his head on the stall wall and ground his ass against me, frantically chasing friction.
Rocking back, I slammed into him again and set a rapid pace. I couldn’t afford to last long. Every minute risked discovery by Zephyr’s coworkers or Maslow himself.
If Colette found out about this, I would tell her the sexwas subpar. A quick fuck in a cramped bathroom stall. Regrettable. Forgettable. And that would be a lie.
I barely knew this man, but I wanted to. I wanted more while I was actively taking all I could get. He felt exquisite, and while I didn’t say his name again, I thought it.
Somewhere in the middle of the frenzy, I ended up pressed flush to him, clutching his chest while holding his hands captive. His hair brushed my face, and I breathed him in—sweet like cherries with a curl of smoky vanilla.
This connection was something I had missed, and I thought bitterly of Maslow’s comment about my cock growing cold in Stefano’s absence. There had been a few others since my angel ex, entanglements as fleeting as this was bound to be. Yet here I was, craving something I couldn’t have. Not with a paid performer. Not with a whore.
I needed to get off and get out. Maybe take that singles cruise and fuck this foolishness out of my system. Retire to Florida and forget. Honestly, in light of Maslow’s plan to throw a wrench into the political machinery of Las Vegas, it might be a good idea to skip town.
“B-Beck?” Zephyr stammered. The sound of my name on his lips sent my thoughts into a spiral.
“Yeah?”
“I think…” He gulped. “I think I’m gonna come.”
A smile tugged at my lips. “Go ahead, Beauty. I’m right behind you.”
With my permission, his body bucked, and his channel tightened. Cum splattered the wall in roping ribbons, pulsing from his untouched cock.
He whimpered as I fucked him through it, cupping his jaw and pulling his head back against my shoulder as my own ecstasy peaked. Sensations brought a wash of tinglingheat, and I clutched Zephyr in a full-bodied embrace, wishing there were no clothes between us so I could feel the sweat on his skin.
I released Zephyr’s arms, and they dropped heavily to his sides. I stayed inside him, lingering the way I had the first time. He seemed equally content to remain connected. Like we weren’t in a club bathroom stall. Like this was something special.
My hold on his throat was damn near affectionate. I cradled his chin while his head rested just below and beside mine. Long lashes dusted his cheeks as his eyes closed, and air whispered past his pretty lips.
