Page 18 of Blitz'd

“Why are you?—”

“Open your fucking mouth or I’m leaving you on the floor. You can go back to the dance floor and get your dick sucked… but we both know that isn’t what you really want.”

He glares at me, his eyes flicking down almost helplessly to my hard cock bobbing inches from his face.

“Five.”

His eyes widen, and he jerks against my hold on his wrist.

“Four.”

“You can’t be fucking serious.”

I tilt my head and rock forward, painting his lips with little traces of precum as I continue. “Three.Two.”

“Kerian, wait?—”

“One.”

Just as I go to release him, he darts forward like a man possessed and slides his lips around my cock, clumsy enough that I feel his teeth scrape my skin. I hit the back of his throat hard enough to make him gag again, but I don’t care.

Fuck. It could be the sloppiest, clumsiest blow job I’ve ever gotten and I wouldn’tcarebecause I’ve never felt anything as good as the tight heat of his mouth closing around me while his lips hum with a low-pitched whine he can’t seem to hold back.

My fingers on his wrist tighten and my hips piston forward—Zander flattens his shoulders against the bathroom stall and drops his jaw, letting me slide to the back of his throat as his lashes flutter.

He looks like he’s fuckingflyingand I haven’t even gotten started.

“Shit, you’re greedy for it, aren’t you, Braithe?” I buck my hips forward and feel him groan around me. His hands jerk, and I justknowhe’s dying to start jacking himself. “You’re such a slut for my cock that you might blow your load in your jeans without me even touching you. Fuckingfilthywhore.” He reflexively starts to jerk his head to the side, but stops and chases my length when I pull back.

The bathroom door opens and Iseethe way panic shoots through his eyes—he might have already accepted the fact that he wants my dick down his throat, but it’s obvious that he isn’t ready for everyone in the club to know that’s what’s happening.

I shift forward, stuffing my dick down his throat until my balls hit his chin—it muffles the choking, wet sounds he makes, and his eyes widen even further as I feel his throat clench, his gag making my brain go fuzzy with how tight and hot he feels around me.

My voice drops to a whisper. “Shhhhh.”

It shouldn’t be this good—I shouldn’t already be close to coming just from the sight of him with tears pouring down his cheeks, but I can’t seem to help myself. His eyes roll back and I can see how much he wants to pull away, how much he wants to take a breath, how much he wants to push me back.

I could probably kill him like this, with my dick down his throat and his body going limp from lack of oxygen—fuck, he’d probablyletme just to keep my cock in his mouth, wouldn’t he?

As the intruder exits their stall and goes to the sink, I relent. I drop his wrists and start to pull back, but his hands shoot forward, grabbing desperately and digging into the skin of my hips to keep me pressed to him.

The water stops running and the footsteps retreat. And Zander is still on my dick.

His eyes roll up to me again, and it’s there. Hanging in the air. He could have pulled away.

He could havegotten away.

Which means he wants this just as much as I do.

I don’t hold back anymore. My body rocks forward and he completely gives himself over to it. I fuck his mouth like I’m trying to fuck through him, and his jaw goes slack while his fingers on me tighten. He’s not eventryingto hide the noises he makes anymore—the slurping and gagging, themoaning—as I chase the orgasm that feels like it’s been building since the second I put my hands on him.

I want more.

Fuck, I wantallof him, but I know I can’t resist this. Not right now. Not when his lips are so pretty stretched around my dick and I want to see my cum on his tongue.

“I’m going to come, and you’re going to take everylastdrop like the cockslut you are, Dimples. Mmmf.” His mouth spasms around me, his hands slapping against my hips. “Stick out your tongue.”

I pull back and he follows my instructions obediently, so far gone that his pupils are blown and I’m drowning in a black sea of desire when I look down at him. I only have to jerk my cock a few times before I start coming, and the sight of the stripes of white painting against his tongue is almost too much.

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