Page 46 of Relief Pitcher

“I’ve got an idea. Come with me.” I worked my way to the stairs with Coop on my heels.

We would dance near the guy, and then I’d push Coop in his direction and leave them to it. It would be time to head home for our team meeting in a little bit anyway. Ineededthat to dispel whatever lingering effects my time with Coop had on me.

I ignored the part of the bar where I left Seth and Dom as we descended the stairs, but I felt their weighted stares on my back. Bass from a remixed pop tune thumped in my chest as we navigated the low red-hued lights.

Once we reached the dance floor, I turned to face Coop. I didn’t think to ask him if he enjoyed dancing, but he didn’t stop me. I moved my hips to the beat as I glanced around to clock where Blondie was. He looked appreciatively at me and Cooper. Nice. He was interested. But then a small guy sidled up to him, grinding his ass against Blondie’s crotch. He clutched Shortie’s hip.

Blondie would be busy for at least a song, so I might as well keep Coop company in the meantime. I hooked my arm around Cooper’s neck. I could show him off since I was trying to get him laid. My dance moves were strong, and I was certain I could make Coop look good, even if his weren’t.

Coop wrapped his large hands around my waist as he tugged me against him. Our bodies moved in sync with the music, and my dick perked up each time our groins brushed together. Cooper was getting hard too, and I couldn’t stop the flashes of a naked, hard, panting Coop on the verge of coming. It was a vision burned into the back of my eyelids.

The song transitioned into another and another as sweat dripped down the small of my back where Cooper’s hand pressed tightly, possessively. I couldn’t even remember my plan when he touched me like that. We might as well have been the only two people in the bar with how little awareness I had of our surroundings.

Welp. My plan had backfired.

I wanted Cooper.

Our faces were millimeters apart. Breathing each other in while staring into each other’s eyes. There was something about it that was even more intimate than when he’d had my dick in his mouth.

Fuck my rules. Fuck setting him up with Blondie.

I wanted to fuck Cooper.

“Let’s find a restroom.” I grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the restroom sign. He went willingly.

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COOPER

It took tryingthe handles on three gender-inclusive restroom doors before one opened. Ty had barely cleared the threshold before I slammed the door behind him. I turned on the lights because Ineededto see him. I needed to watch how he responded to my touch. I craved it. The urge to touch him again had lurked under my consciousness, patiently waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

I had about a second to notice and appreciate how clean the restroom was, which I should’ve expected from a new place that already had such a good reputation in the city. Before I could give much thought to the bar, Ty’s lips were on mine. I groaned into the kiss. How the hell had I gone weeks without tasting him?

I was under no illusion that Ty would allow this to happen again, so I was determined to make the most of it. I was about to drop into my catcher squat, but Ty beat me to it. He stared up at me and winked.

“You’re not the only one with the thigh strength to hold this position.”

A broken laugh shifted into a moan as Ty yanked my pants down like he was as ravenous as me.

The pulsing thump of the bass kept tempo with my pounding heart as the music washed over me. I lost myself to Ty’s perfect mouth. The way he licked around my head and sucked with the right amount of pressure, cupped my balls, gave me firm strokes, and brought me to the edge faster than I wanted. I needed it to last, to savor our lapse in judgment. But someone would probably knock soon, and I needed to get my mouth around him before that happened.

“Yes. Fuck, Ty. Feels so good. You know just how to work me over.” I felt the vibrations of his groan through my dick. I dragged my fingers over his bulging cheek and soaked up being able to touch him in case it was the last time I ever got the chance. The man was magnetic, and I was hard as steel.

Once Ty pressed against the sensitive skin behind my balls, I lost it. My body tensed, and I warned him, but he didn’t pull off, so I shot into his mouth. He stroked me through the aftershocks as my legs jerked involuntarily. It was the hardest and fastest orgasm I’d had in a long time.

He pulled back and looked up at me with fire blazing in his eyes. I cupped his cheek and swiped cum from the corner of his mouth with my thumb. The pupils eclipsed his irises as he sucked my thumb between his lips.

“My turn,” I growled.

He stood, and before I could crouch, there was a knock at the door.Fuck!I wanted my shot at Ty’s dick, to make him come, to feel myself let go one more time. It would be enough. It wouldhaveto be enough.

Ty let out the most put-upon sigh that I felt in the depths of my soul and shot me a lopsided smile.

I tucked myself away as Ty checked himself in the mirror. He turned and closed the distance between us, leaning into my ear.

“You owe me one.”

My breath hitched as I memorized his cocky smile. I caught a hint of uncertainty behind it.

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