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“It’s fine. I’ll draw their attention away.” He gave me one last, licking kiss and pulled back.
I watched him walk off, feeling like half of my body had ripped away and left me. True to his word, he turned up his charm, subtly flirting his way through the room. Every eye in the club followed his departure from the dancefloor.
Chuckling, I made my way back to our table and found another round of beer waiting for us. The bachelorette party was incorrigible. They’d come over several times and were plying us with alcohol even though we’d made it clear we were happily taken and not interested. They’d decided we were their new friends, and Loïc found them hilarious.
Doubting I was fooling anyone, I headed down the hall to the men’s room. My face and ears blazed with mortification, and my neck throbbed from the hickey he’d given me. Really, I should go in there and tell him Ididn’t want to do this, but I knew once I saw him all sense of propriety would fly out the tiny, probably grimy restroom window.
I pushed open the door and he pounced on me.
“Took you long enough,” he whispered in my ear. “How quiet do you think you can be?”
Lust swamped me. So much for objecting.
He shoved me against the back wall of the cramped space and grabbed my belt.
“We should find the alleyway,” I protested.
His voice was a growl. “I’m not waiting another second.”
“Someone could walk in.”
“A free show with you as the star? Who’s going to complain?” He looked feral. “For a man who likes watching, you’re very jumpy about the possibility of being watched. You have a big, beautiful cock. There’s nothing to be shy about.”
He unzipped my jeans and slid his hand into them, not heeding my feeble protests. We both knew I wasn’t going to safeword a blowjob when my dick was in charge.
Fuck. He gave my cock two strokes with his rough palm, then crouched down and took me down his throat in one greedy motion.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, unprepared for his urgency.
He pulled back, sucking and exploring me with his tongue rather than retreating, then took me deeper again. His mouth’s sucking power was mind-boggling torture. I dug my fingers into his silken hair, the sensuality of the strands between my fingers making me shudder as he worked my cock.
How was it possible for a man to be so sexy? The sight of his lips wrapped around my dick was better than any porn—not that I’d ever watched guy-on-guy porn when I’d bothered watching it at all.
He blew me like he hated me and planned to suck my soul out through my dick. He wormed his hand into my jeans and managed to grab my balls, rolling and tugging them with merciless fingers.
Hot tension burned through my lower stomach and the base of my cock, an intense, sensual torture. My muscles shook with the effort of keeping me upright. Fuck, this wasn’t going to take long. I tried to think about anything else, but he commanded my attention, refusing to be ignored.
“Please,” I begged. “I’m going to come.”
Was I warning him? Asking permission? My brain felt scrambled.
He pulled off me for a moment and glanced up at me with his hypnotic eyes. “Should I stop?” Fuck, he was laughing at me, but then his hot mouth closed over me again, sucking, the occasional scrape of his teeth reminding me which of us was in charge. He gave my balls an almost painful tug.
I felt off balance. My heart thundered hard enough that I vaguely wondered if it would bruise against my ribs.
“Fuck, fffuck...” I clung to his hair, to his head, trying not to let my knees buckle. My jaw set, my teeth bared, and I felt my eyes roll back. The rush of my orgasm overwhelmed me, and cum geysered out of my cock in a jerking, violent deluge. He sucked and sucked until I was empty. A weird sobbing noise kept coming from my mouth, but I couldn’t make myself shut up. Tingles and aftershocks ran through my body, my brain buzzing with white static.
As the violence of my pleasure ebbed, my breathing still uneven, I blinked, trying to pull myself together.
Fuck, I’d let Loïc blow me in a public restroom.
My legs were rubber. I tried to push off the wall and managed to stay upright. Loïc rose, his eyes lazy and half-lidded, like a cat who’d eaten an entire flock of canaries.
Or two balls worth of cream.
He tucked my cock back into my jeans and put my clothes back to rights, but left my underwear tugged down awkwardly in the front when he zipped my jeans, like a lingering reminder of what he’d done to me.
“Nice.”
