Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
By my best friend grinding against me. And damn, if it doesn’t feel confusing but also amazingly good. But my rational side is competing with my libido for attention. No way he doesn’t feel how hard I am, and when my brain finally catches up, I’m so fucking mortified that I push away from him and take a step back.
“Hey,” he says as he swings around to face me again. “Everything all right?”
“Yeah, I…I’m just gonna find the restroom.”
And then I flee the dance floor.
19
DEX
Damn it! I probably shouldn’t have done the dirty dancing with Austin, but I wanted him to…I don’t even know. I saw him letting go, and I wanted that for him, so I just went with it. I knew he was getting hard, and I was feeling a chub forming too because Austin moving that way was sexy as hell. I was losing myself in all of it, but I figured it was only a physical reaction, at least on his part.
I should’ve known better. This stuff is not casual for him.
My feelings are getting way too muddled, but it’s not something that needs unpacking right now, not when Austin’s upset. But I’ll admit when he reached for that green sticker without much forethought, my stomach dropped. I understand where the confusion came in, though, so I just went with it and followed his lead despite having no desire to be with anyone tonight but him.
I follow him to the restroom, where he’s standing in front of a sink and washing his hands.
I meet his reflection in the mirror. “It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I almost—” His gaze springs to the others in the restroom.
I lower my voice. “I mean, I am irresistible.”
I watch as a line of red flushes his cheeks. “Stop making jokes.”
Once his hands are dry, I latch on to one of them. “Follow me.”
As I lead him to the very end of the row of stalls, he stiffens when we hear someone moaning behind one of them. I’ve hooked up in a restroom before, and in some clubs, it’s just a known thing that happens.
I pull open the last stall and step inside, tugging him along. As soon as the door is shut and locked, I meet his eyes. “Okay, now we’re alone and can talk freely.”
His head tilts toward the moaning sounds. “Are they…?”
“Uh-huh. Suppose it’s better than on the dance floor.”
“About that… It’s been forever since I’ve been that close to another guy, and—”
“You had a physical reaction. We both did.”
He glances down the length of me. “Y-you did too?”
“Yeah, I did. And like I said, it’s okay. We were standing close and grinding.”
“Suppose you’re right. I just didn’t…” He bites his lip. “Did you really?”
I push back the lock of hair that’s fallen on his forehead. “I wish you didn’t doubt yourself so much. You’re hot and cute as hell. The thing is, you were having fun, and I loved that you were getting into it and letting loose. You deserve that.”
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes. “I was having fun, but then got embarrassed that I was getting so hot and bothered in public.”
“Well, we’re not in public now.” I grip his neck. “Just you and me. And I want to take care of you.”
“W-what do you mean?”
I shrug, wondering if I’m out of my mind right now, but also really wanting him to experience…well, everything. “Use me.”
“I, um… Is this still a second date?” he asks unsteadily.
“Do you want it to be?”
He nods. “I liked how relaxed I felt after we swapped out our stickers.”
“Then we danced, got boners, and now we’re somewhere private and can take care of ourselves.”
His pupils blow wide. “Do you mean like…jack off together?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be. You call the shots.”
He averts his eyes. “I’d rather you did.”
My dick throbs. “Are you sure?”
He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
“All right, turn toward the wall,” I say, and he stifles a gasp.
When he does as I ask, pinpricks shoot along the fine hairs on my arms and legs.
I clutch his hip from behind. “Take yourself out.”
He only hesitates a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He seems unsteady on his feet, so I loop my arm around his chest, noting how hard his nipples are. That makes my dick even stiffer, knowing how turned on he is.
“Touch yourself.” I hear his restrained whimper as he sinks against me. My palm presses into the wall as I anchor us in place. I’m also feeling a bit unsteady. Since he’s taller, I can’t see his hand on his cock, but his arm is moving and he’s trembling. “That’s it. Make yourself feel good.”
After another long moment, Austin spins around to face me, and I wonder if he’s having doubts or if I’ve read him wrong and pushed too far.