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The music muffled in my ears as the bathroom door shut behind us.Thank Christ a stall remained available because I couldn’t wait any longer.Sounds of slapping skin and groaning filled the air, letting me know we weren’t alone, tightening my balls even further.
Without a word, I shut us in what little privacy we could have in that moment, dropped my jeans to my thighs, and bent forward over the toilet, my hands on the wall.
“Hurry up,” I muttered, dick already leaking as I shook my ass at Alex.
Cool, slick fingers slid through my crack, and I groaned, pushing back to impale myself.
Alex snickered.“So needy for me—fucking love it.”
“Quit talking and give me your cock,” I muttered, not in the mood for games that would only end up with me aching for more and left disappointed.
Curses rang from someone in the stall beside us, another wave of lust pulsing through me at the knowledge someone found release.
“Goddamnit, Alex!”I growled as he slowly worked in a third finger.While I appreciated him taking his time and making sure he wouldn’t hurt me, I wanted it rough.Lusted to feel him stretching my hole with just enough pain to set my blood on fire and incinerate thoughts of Kellen from my mind.
My heart belonged to Alex, and my head—and body—needed to be reminded of that fact.
Finally, the bluntness of his dick pressed against me, and I relaxed, releasing a slow exhale as I shoved backward, filling myself full of his cock with one thrust.
“Fuck!”I bit my lower lip and lost myself to the feel of Alex’s long strokes deep inside me.
The familiar connection, the sense of emotion I always experienced when we fucked didn’t swell inside my chest.I fought to keep the image of Kellen from my mind, but he crept along the edges of my reality.
Losing the battle, I stomped down the guilt that tried to rise and make me feel like a piece of shit.
Alex had a wife.We had no understanding, no agreement to not fuck other guys on the side even though I couldn’t imagine doing so.But while with him, Ishouldgive him my undivided attention—be in the moment regardless of intimacy in public.
The draw of Kellen didn’t allow my self-control to dictate my thoughts and actions.
I imagined the scent of bergamot and citrus in my nose, remembering the warmth of his backside cradling my hard shaft.The heat of his skin radiating through our shirts, the ripple of his back muscles as he moved between me and his young client.
Had he been hard for the kid?
Me?
Would he lead the small blond back to a hotel room and destroy his ass?Would he kiss and lick into his pouty mouth?Would he seemewhile doing so rather than the guy he’d been paid to please?
Fantasize it was me willingly taking his dick?
My climax rushed like a swell through my body, crashing into me and making me spurt all over the toilet without a single touch to my cock.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasped, head thrown back, spine arching, reveling in the release of the goddamned century—hands-free for the first time in my life.
“Fuck yeah,” Alex groaned, reminding me who fucked my ass, but I was too far gone in rapture to give the hint of disappointment that flitted through my mind another thought.
He buried himself deep, stilling as my hole contracted around his girth.His cock pulsed as he filled the condom, and all too soon, we finished and panted, the sounds of others getting off echoing in the bathroom around us.
Alex didn’t speak, just backed out and handed me some toilet paper.
I cleaned up the best I could, tucked my spent dick away, then considerately wiped down the toilet as well.There was no hand holding, no sweet kisses shared in the aftermath of our lust.
We exited the stall, washed our hands, and exited the bathroom without touching.
But our actions weren’t new.Occasionally, I peppered his sweat-slickened skin with kisses, but we never made out just to taste one another’s mouths.That along with cuddling were Alex’s hard limits.Too intimate and everything I longed for.
It wasn’t for my lack of trying.In the beginning, Alex and I had a deeper connection of sorts, but as the years passed, the vulnerability we’d shared became less and less.I assumed because he’d found Teresa and she’d given him two sons.Perhaps it was Alex’s creeping up the ladder at the finance company he worked for that reduced the mental space he had available for his faithful side dish.
While he was still my best friend, sex between us had become a mere means of finding release.
