I hold JJ’s gaze, but I’m hardly seeing him, too distracted by the pleasure.
“Fuck me,” I mouth in the mirror.
He smirks, then squeezes my dick harder.
“Get a condom,” he says, jerking his chin toward the bowl on the shelf beside the mirror. The club doesn’t promote sex, but they aren’t stupid either. They just want people to be safe. I reach for it and pluck one out. He spins me around so I’m facing him. “Take my cock out, Miles, and put it on me.”
I’m hardly able to breathe as I hold his gaze and work his jeans open. His dick springs free, thick and hard. My mouth waters. I tear open the packet and roll it on his cock, purposely applying pressure. He bites back a groan.
“Now turn around and bend over for me.”
I drop the packet onto the floor and turn so I’m looking at him in the mirror again. He spits onto his fingers and brings them to my ass. My eyes flutter, wanting to close as he slips one finger inside me, then almost immediately adds a second. He shoves my pants down to my ankles, allowing me to spread my legs more and bend forward. He fucks me faster with his fingers before pulling them out and pressing his cock forward.
I so badly want him inside me, and it doesn’t take long for his hips to hit my ass, his dick buried deeply. I moan as he starts to move, fucking me slow but hard. I hold on to the edges of the porcelain sink, my knuckles white, as his hand comes around my throat, lifting my head just a little so our eyes meet in the mirror again.
My lips are parted, brow furrowed. I don’t even care if I look ridiculous, this feels too good. JJ has an intense look on his face, the chords in his neck straining as he fucks me. With each thrust, he hits my prostate, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My dick bounces, precum dripping from the tip, onto the black porcelain.
When he’s close, he wraps his hand around my dick, stroking me along with his thrusts.
“Remember what I said,” he growls in my ear.
I explode, cum shooting all over the sink and the bottom of the mirror. JJ comes with me, filling the condom. He holds me up while stumbling on his feet, trying to keep himself from falling. We’re both breathing heavily, and after a moment, I can’t help but laugh. JJ smirks too, then pulls out of me and removes the condom to toss in the trash. I fix my pants and toss the condom wrapper that I dropped on the floor. Then I grab some napkins and wipe up my mess.
“You’re really good at listening,” JJ says as he watches me.
“Can’t really help it sometimes,” I say. “You were pretty adamant about what you wanted.”
“Is this the same bathroom?” he asks, pointing to the floor. I nod. “So, I’ve made you come twice on this sink, hmm?”
“Actually, I made myself come the first time.”
“Because you were on the phone with me… thinking about my cock in your ass… because I told you to.”
He moves closer, leaning down to kiss me. It’s soft, sweet almost. Not heated and passionate like the sex just was. This is gentle. Different. Like it means something.
“You ready for more drinks, or you want to get out of here?” he asks softly.
“Definitely more drinks.”
We stay until after the club closes, hanging with Rudy and Maxwell as we nurse our drinks. I’m not ready for the night to end. I could keep going. I’m not nearly as drunk as I was the last time I was here, but that’s sort of nice. It means I’ll remember more. That I’m more present. I’m enjoying JJ without everything being fuzzy.
“How are you two getting home?” Rudy asks, looking between us.
“Because neither of you can drive,” Maxwell adds.
JJ lifts his phone, swaying slightly in his seat. “Ordering a car.”
“I can order the cat—I mean car.” I laugh, and then they all do too.
“Clearly you’re capable,” JJ says. “But not happening.”
“But you paid for all the drinks,” I whine.
JJ looks at me and winks. “And this is how it’ll be when you’re out with me, so get used to it.”
Rudy gives me a look that says he’s impressed… maybe a little turned on.
“I have money,” I say.
