Page 41 of The Holiday Fail

The muscles of his arms strained, and I knew he had to be putting in a lot of effort to keep himself together right now. I laughed and grabbed his hand.

“Come on,” I threw over my shoulder as I pulled us through the hallway.

“What are we doing?” Andy asked when I dragged us inside an empty bathroom.

The club, thankfully, had individual bathrooms lined up together instead of one giant room with a bunch of stalls.

The layout was too tempting tonotuse for a quickie. Considering the club was full of horny, drunk people, I took that as the club’s owners giving permission to do as we wished.

I didn’t answer Andy’s question, and instead, as soon as the bathroom door was locked, I scrambled to unzip his jeans and get to my prize.

I was just about to drop to my knees for him when Andy caught a hold of my arm. “Wait, I don’t think that’s a good idea.Who knows what’s on those floors,” Andy stated with a grimace.

“Way to ruin the moment,” I said with a huff.

I hadn’t been thinking about that at all, but now that he brought it up, the floor did look suspiciously yellow in some parts.

Thank god Andy stopped me before I ruined my expensive leather pants.

I’d gotten these as a splurge when I visited the city with my best friend a few years back. Felix had said they made me look good enough to eat, and he was proven right by the hungry look Andy faced me with when he first saw me in them tonight back at home.

It didn’t matter that I was still hurt and angry at him. It had taken everything inside of me to not jump him right then and there.

A chuckle sounded and a soft caress on my spine had me shivering. My attention focused back on Andy. His hand slid down my side. His touch felt electric, every place he touched burned for him.

“Then let me help you get back into the mood.”

His breath tickled my ear, and the shivers started again. I didn’t know what it said about me that it took me no time to be once again inundated with lust, or maybe Andy was just that irresistible.

Yep, that was what I was gonna go with.

Andy’s hand moved over my mesh top, which to be so for real, the shirt was practically nonexistent, and I could feel even the tiniest bumps on his hand. They were callused, probably from working in the kitchen, but I didn’t mind the roughness.

In fact, I loved the itchy sensation they brought, my skin lighting up under his fingers. They traced upand down my smooth chest, then circled around my areola before pinching my nipple right through the mesh layer.

I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. The club music was still blaring outside, but who knew how soundproof the bathrooms were? What if some perv had seen us enter together and now had their ear pressed up against the door?

The thought of someone listening in or getting off to our sexual exploit had me arching even more under Andy’s touch. His hand roamed down until it landed at the base of my stomach, right above the massive tent in my pants that was practically begging to be freed.

My breaths came out deep and ragged as I watched him stare. I dearly hoped that he wasn’t having second thoughts now that he was faced with the reality that he was actually going to see another man’s dick up close and personal.

Thankfully, he didn’t let my doubts swirl for long. His hand went back into action, quickly undoing my pants and pulling down the tight jockstrap I’d worn under them.

Andy’s breath hitched again when my dick finally sprung loose. It greeted the man with a stream of needy precum dripping down the side.

“Did I scare you off?” I asked with a nervous chuckle.

Andy let out a deep exhale as his gaze fixed on my dick. With his attention right on him, my dick was having a little problem keeping from crying with want and desire.

“I don’t scare easily,” was all Andy said before smashing our lips together.

When I felt something velvety warm and hard pressed against my cock, then wrapped together inside his large hand, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped into his mouth.

I wanted to watch our dicks rub together as his right hand jerked us off, but Andy’s left hand kept my head in placeand his tongue held me prisoner. All I could do was relish his attacks from both top and bottom.

His lips made me dizzy with desire. His hand worked his hard cock together with mine, and the calluses added another layer of sensation that drove me to the finish way too soon.

Even I wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that shot out of me. My body shook from the force, feeling weightless. Andy was the only thing keeping me standing.

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