“Hell, no,” I mumble, climb off my stool, and head toward the bathroom. I need to take a piss anyway.
I weave through the crowd, now feeling a bit more tipsy than before. When I make it to the bathroom, I unzip and piss in one of the urinals.
As I’m washing my hands, the bathroom door slams against the tiles before closing. I ignore it, my eyes solely focused on the soap in my hands, but I feel him standing there. I rinse and dry them off. When I turn around, I stop in my tracks and scowl.
“You just don’t give up, do you?” I snap.
God, I hate this side of me. It’s disconcerting.
Jett folds his arms and leans against the wall, watching me.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
He sighs, frowning. “I hadn’t expected you to be here, but maybe it’s a good thing. Look, I’m—”
We’re the only ones in here, so I flip the tables on him. Now it’s me who fists his shirt and shoves him into the only stall.
His hands come up, palm out. I want to get mad at him, but I’m fucking blanking out. His distinct scent envelops me again, masking the bathroom’s stench.
“You ruined my view of you,” I admit.
His face softens, and he nods. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
I relax a little, but I don’t drop my guard.
“Why’d you kiss me?”
He smiles, and his eyes gleam in the dim lighting. “Doesn’t everyone want to?”
I roll my eyes so hard, they’re going to get stuck in my head. Still, I find myself smiling back, even if I don’t want to. “No, they don’t.”
“From what I can tell, they do.”
Jett pushes me against the stall wall, and I let go of his shirt. He looks at me for a beat before he kisses me again.
I don’t know what I’m doing when I let him. No, I know what I’m doing, just not why I’m allowing it. I don’t stop him when he swipes his tongue along my mouth. I don’t shove him away when his thigh slides between my legs, making my cock instantly harden. Instead, I open up for him, too buzzed to panic.
No one has ever dominated me the way Jett is. It throws off my balance, but it’s also… oddly freeing.
Like earlier, he presses his body against me, close enough that I can feel how hard he is, too. I groan in his mouth, and my face heats from the sound.
Why am I not stopping this?
In fact, it’s getting more heated, nipping on lips, shoving hard cocks against each other, fingers grappling and finding things to claw at, and tongues waging war.
While I’m getting lost in his dominating mouth and vanilla-amber scent, I try not to think about how hard his body is, or how rough his scruff feels against my skin, or how he needs to control everything.
My dick is desperate for relief, so I do something I never once thought I’d do. I grab his hand and place his palm against my bulge.
He grabs a chunk of my hair, bends my neck to the side, and nibbles on it. “Unzip your jeans,” he growls in my ear.
And I do. I instantly obey, as if I have zero willpower. As soon as my cock is free, Jett spits on his hand, fists my length, and quickly strokes me to oblivion.
The entire scene is raunchy. I feel like I should stop this, but I don’t want to.
I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he kisses me again. Jett uses his entire body to consume my mouth while trying to make me come.
My cock pulses with pleasure and builds pressure. My spine tingles as my body gets ready to bust a nut.
