Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Thrust turned out to be fairly busy for a Thursday night. When I went to pay the cover charge, Malcolm tried to pay instead, but I told him, “You got the cab.”
“Yes, but—”
“You also bought me a plane ticket, a ton of meals this past week, and those nice notebooks. This is nothing, compared to all of that. Less than nothing. At least let me pretend I’m contributing.”
He definitely wanted to argue, but instead he muttered, “Fine,” and put his wallet away.
Once we got inside, he took in everything like he was touring a museum. It was a huge space with high ceilings, flashing colored lights, and a crowded dance floor, bracketed by risers with go-go boys. And of course, there was the music—so loud and pulsating that I could feel it reverberating in my chest.
I could tell the moment Malcolm’s attention shifted from what he was seeing to what he was hearing. His eyes closed, and he tilted his head back, as if he was letting the music wash over him.
A smile played around his lips as he opened his eyes and took my hand. He towed me out into the center of the dance floor, and then both of us began to move.
It was a remarkable transformation. Malcolm usually seemed pretty reserved, like he was holding back in some way. It turned out there were two exceptions to that—when he was fucking, and when he was dancing.
He had an incredible sense of rhythm, which probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise, since music was his life. We danced through song after song, and I was mesmerized as I watched him. He looked happy and uninhibited, and my god was he sexy.
I moved closer and grasped his hips, and he met my gaze as I began to grind against him. When he took hold of my chin and kissed me, a sound slipped from me that was almost a purr.
We pressed our bodies together as we swayed in unison. Even though we were totally caught up in a sea of people and lights and sound, the only thing I noticed was Malcolm. I touched his face as he searched my eyes. Then he kissed me again, and when my lips parted, he slid his tongue in my mouth.
By now, my hard-on was straining against my clothes. He was every bit as hard when I brushed against him, so I mouthed the words, “Fuck me.”
He said one word as lust flared in his eyes. It was lost in the noise, but I could read it on his lips. “Where?”
There was only one place with enough privacy for this. I grabbed his hand, and we wove through the crowd before rushing down a hall at the back of the building.
We certainly weren’t the first people to ignore the sign on the door telling us sex in the restroom was prohibited, and we wouldn’t be the last, either. As soon as I latched the stall door behind us, Malcolm pushed me against the wall and kissed me again. He rubbed my cock through my jeans while I grabbed his ass with both hands, and when he moved to kissing my neck, I rasped, “I need you in me.”
“We need—”
“I’ve got it.” I handed him a lube packet and a condom from my wallet, before turning around and making quick work of my belt and zipper.
After I pushed down my jeans and briefs, he ran a fingertip between my ass cheeks. When he found a trace of lube, he murmured, “I love it when you prep yourself for me.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He ended up pounding my ass as I braced my forearms against the wall, and I bit my lip to try to keep myself from moaning. It was quick and frantic and different than every other time we’d had sex. On the other side of the stall door, people came and went. I didn’t care about that, not even when someone called, “Get it, boy,” which made both of us chuckle.
This wasn’t about making it last—it was about getting off quickly, and Malcolm came in a matter of minutes. I started to jerk off while he discarded the condom and pulled up his jeans. But then he spun me around and kissed me, before dropping into a crouch and taking my cock between his lips.
It felt so good that I reflexively started thrusting my hips. When I stopped myself, he let go of my cock and said, “Don’t hold back,” before deep-throating me. That was all the encouragement I needed.
As I held his head between my palms and began fucking his mouth, our gaze locked. That made it even more electric. He was so good at this—not just the blow job, but at making everything else fall away—the bathroom stall, the people on the other side of the door, all of it.