Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I want it, but maybe not right now.
I can’t hover around here like some creep, so I grab his hand and lead him farther down the corridor to the other restrooms. They don’t offer as much privacy, but it is what it is.
I grin when he follows me to the men’s room.
“We can go in together here. That’s so weird.”
Cassian laughs. “Hardly. You’ll get used to it pretty fast.”
There’s a guy using one of the urinals, but I’m surprised to see that all three of the stalls are open.
“Should I wait for you?” Cassian squeezes my hand.
I glance at the guy who zips up and then leaves without washing his hands. Even that seems to take him forever. When we’re alone at last, I pull on Cass’s hand with a wicked grin and take him to the last stall, locking it behind us.
I kiss him like I mean it. All tongue, lips, and hunger. My dick presses against him, and I have no shame. I can’t get enough of this man. My man.
He grins and rolls his hips against mine. Touching like this is like sucking on a piece of toffee without yet biting in, and I gasp, grabbing his ass to bring him closer.
“I feel like I’m drunk on pheromones.”
“Sounds pretty accurate,” Cassian whispers back and rolls his tongue against my ear until I get to my toes, struggling to keep quiet.
“All I can think of is your mouth, your dick, you looking at me when you come…” I’m not even trying to get softer, am I? With a happy sigh, I slide my hand between us and cup his cock. “And you said you top, and I don’t know exactly what I want, but I want something.”
Cassian shivers, breathing into my ear. “When we go back home, I’m gonna come on your chest, and your cock, and then give you the best head yet.”
“It can’t possibly get any better.” I chuckle, but it comes out raspy. Is it wrong that I want something here? My mother taught me better, but well… my mother isn’t here, and I’m horny for my new boyfriend.
I kiss his jaw, then his neck, rocking against him, squeezing his dick through his jeans. I’m a desperate animal, and I can only hope he doesn’t stop me.
Cassian cocks his head to let me consume him. “Oh, try me. I believe one can always improve. I’ll just need lots more practice with a particular tool,” he murmurs and pulls at my belt buckle.
Thank fuck, because I’d have to resort to begging if he didn’t. He has the best hands. Beautiful, veiny, with long fingers.
“You can get all the practice,” I mutter against his skin and slide my hands to his ass. He smells divine and I arch my hips forward in invitation. I won’t last long, so we have a chance of getting away with this madness without being caught.
Cassian sighs, then feels my dick, but when I shiver, arching against him, he pulls away and in one quick yank, turns me to face the wall. I can barely breathe, but then he opens my pants and lowers them. And before I understand what’s going on, he molds himself against me—still clothed—and grabs my erection.
“I… I don’t know if I want…” I mutter, but I’d probably let him do anything to me. I can barely comprehend what just happened, but all I can focus on is his hand on my dick and his body pressing into mine from behind.
“Shh… Of course, Mattie. I just don’t want cum all over our clothes.” He bites my ear with a playful chuckle.
I press my lips together to avoid making noise and rock back, exhilarated. I never experienced this kind of sexual frenzy before. I flatten my hands and cheek against the wall and let Cass jerk me off.
He feels bigger now, and somehow taller as he presses his hard cock to my ass. There’s still fabric between us, but I am shocked to find myself longing to feel him inside. Once again, I imagine his beautiful length parting my buttocks and sliding in until his balls rest against my hole, and were we not in a public place I might have—
I gasp when my anus twitches in response to the rocking motion, but as the two of us move together, his hand works my cock, raising the temperature in the stall with each passing second.
Does he like seeing my ass molded to his groin? Does he imagine going all the way with me? His breath has definitely quickened.
I have to bite my lip when I come to keep it down, but I paint the wall with spunk as I imagine him riding me.
I’m not a monster, and I’ll clean up after myself, but not yet.
Cassian pulls me close, panting in my ear. His cock feels hard as a broomstick, and if I were a witch, it would be the only one I’d be willing to ride.