“I’m growing on him,” I say.
“Uh huh,” he says, but there’s a hint of something in his tone. Something suggestive, like he knows what’s going on. I don’t say anything either way, knowing even denying it could make me look guilty.
“You almost done so we can eat?” I ask.
Cody’s gaze narrows on me, and then he nods. “Five minutes.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
I leave him be and head for the bathroom. Walking the short distance has made my dick achingly hard, which makes it nearly impossible to piss. When all my dick is doing is leaking precum, I shove it back in my pants and head into a stall. I don’t need someone coming in here and getting weirded out by seeing my hard dick. Best I handle it in private… in here.
I finally manage to pee, but when I’m done, my dick is still aching. I stare down at it, thinking of Aliko and how I so badly want to come. Doing this in a public bathroom… not the best. But I can’t help myself.
I need to come.
Spitting into my palm, I use it as lube to stroke myself quickly. Usually, I prefer to take my time, and Aliko has become the king of edging me, but there’s no time for that. Right now, it’s about getting off so my dick will go back to normal size, and I can function. Sitting at dinner with Cody with Aliko’s egg in my ass and a hard dick is not great. I don’t have a choice about the egg, but this? I can fix this. At least for now.
My heart starts to pound faster the closer I get, and before I know it, the orgasm hits me and my cum is spilling into thetoilet. I let out a sigh of relief, my dick already softening. A shaky breath comes out of me as I tuck myself away, then pull open the door to go wash my hands. I’m just stepping up to the sink when the bathroom door opens.
In steps Aliko, his presence felt before I actually lay my eyes on him.
His gaze fixates on me curiously, searching my face.
“Why are your cheeks red?” he asks.
“Huh?” I say, turning my attention to the sink as I rinse my hands.
There’s no way he’s going to figure out what I just did.
He steps closer, grabbing my wrist and bringing it to his face. He takes a deep breath, his pupils blowing wide as the drops of water slink down over his hand.
There’s no way… just no way he can smell my cum after I rinsed it. Sure, I didn’t use soapyet, but the water washed it away.
We hold each other’s gaze, and I wonder what he’s going to say.
Does he know? No. He can’t. He just can’t!
He looks around the bathroom, glancing toward the stalls.
“I’m alone,” I blurt, needing to make sure he knows that I am in here alone and I wasn’t doingthatwith someone else. If he does know, then at least he should know the truth.
His brow raises in question.
“Alone?”
“I… yeah.” He keeps staring at me and I feel like I need to explain. “I couldn’t help it. My dick was so hard, and—”
“And you thought you would take care of it yourself, instead of allowing me the pleasure?”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “How? Here? We can’t.”
“We could have,” he says, finally dropping my hand. “Don’t do it again.”
He walks off to the urinals to pee, and I’m still not done washing my hands by the time he comes over to wash his. Mostly because my heart is pounding and I can’t stop thinking about what he said.
“I’m going to punish you for this,” he says quietly, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror.
“Punish?” I say breathlessly.
