“And?” Jace is right behind me, a little closer than I’d expected, his warm breath fanning my ear. “What’s it feel like?”
“Nothing,” I mumble. “There’s nobody there.”
“You sure? Push it all the way through.”
I’m already flush against the wall. There’s nowhere left to push. My balls are pressed against the wood.
“I am.”
“Maybe you gotta knock or something.”
“Knock? Are you serious? You didn’t have to knock.”
“Well, we switched. Maybe that’s the etiquette. Glory hole protocol.”
I’d laugh at that if I wasn’t so mortified. But I’m not knocking. I’m not tapping on the wall to beg for some stranger’s attention. I’d rather die a virgin than humiliate myself that badly.
“Hold on.” Jace leans past me and raps twice on the partition. “Yo. Got another one for you.”
“Dude,” I hiss. “What the fuck?”
“What? I’m helping.”
I’m about to pull out and tell him to go fuck himself when a hand grabs me. Roughly. It’s not a girl’s hand. I can tell instantly. It’s a big, calloused hand that clamps around my shaft with a confident grip. A gasp tears out of me. My knees buckle. I have to slam my palm flat against the wall to stay upright.
Jace chuckles. “See? Told you.”
“Shut up,” I breathe.
The stranger’s thumb brushes over the tip of my cock, smearing the bead of wetness there, and sparks shoot down my spine. Then the hand starts to move. Firm strokes from base to tip, expert pressure, twisting just right on the upstroke. The calluses rasp against my skin, a rough friction I’ve never felt before, nothing like my own soft hands. This is someone who does manual labor. Someone strong.
I bite down on my lip, trapping a sound in my throat that Jace can never hear. This feels…fuck.Better than anything I’ve ever done to myself. My dick has never been this sensitive, this alive. I’m leaking all over the place, and the stranger uses it as lube, slicking up and down my shaft, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet booth.
Then the hand disappears. As suddenly as it grabbed me, it’s gone. I’m left hanging in the cool air again, aching, desperate.A pathetic, needy sound catches in my throat. My hips twitch forward, searching, but there’s nothing to find.
Maybe it was a courtesy stroke after all. A quick pump before they decided I wasn’t worth the effort. After Jace, they probably expected more, and I’m just—oh God. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
A heat engulfs me. Ridiculously soft, impossibly slick, furnace-hot. A mouth. It has to be a mouth, and it’s on my dick. I slam both palms against the wall, my whole body shaking. This time, I can’t keep it in: a strangled cry rips out of my chest.
“There you go!” Jace slaps my shoulder. “Told you they’re good at this.”
I want to tell him to keep his voice down, that they can hear him on the other side, but I’ve lost the ability to form words.
The tongue is the worst part. The best part. The most agonizing, blissful, terrifying part. It drags along the underside of my shaft, swirls around the head, probes the slit, traces the ridge. It leaves no inch of me untouched. Then the mouth starts moving, taking me deeper, deeper, until I feel the tight clutch of a throat around my tip. A muffled moan hums through my cock, sending vibrations straight to my balls.
Jesus fuck.The guy, because I’m one hundred percent certain it’s a guy, is deep-throating me. He swallows every drop of precum leaking out of me. And he’s moaning.I’mthe one making him moan. My average, six-inch dick that’s failed me so many times is buried in some dude’s throat, and he’s loving it. I can’t process it. The purple light swims. My vision goes spotty.
“That’s it, Luca,” Jace growls. “Fuck that mouth.”
Since when does Jace talk to me like that? And since when do I not mind?
My hips obey before my brain catches up. A shallow thrust, then another. The stranger takes it. Welcomes it. Moans around me, urging me on, and I lose all control. I start to fuck the hole like a wild animal, rutting into that heat, my balls slappingagainst the wood, my breath coming in broken sobs. I’ve never felt anything so good.
And Jace is right there. Watching. Listening. Standing awfully close. I feel the heat radiating off him, smell the clean sweat on his skin.
“Yeah, bro,” he groans. “Look at you go.”
I risk a glance at him. His hard cock is still out, jutting from that thatch of dark hair. He’s stroking himself lazily, eyes fixed on the place where I disappear into the wall. A muscle in his jaw ticks. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat. I’ve never seen him look like this.
