Page 19 of Glitter

“Yes,” I gasped, my breaths short and choppy and my heart racing, even though I would’ve sworn all of my blood was currently concentrated in my cock.

“Do it. C’mon, boo. Come for me. Come for me now.”

“Yesss. Fuuuck…”

That first spurt was painfully wonderful. As were the second, and the third, and… Fuck, I had no idea how many times my cock shot or how much cum blasted out of me. But it all felt so good. So fantastically, achingly, throbbingly, mind-numbingly good.

As for whether or not I’d managed to get it into the toilet the way he’d requested… My eyes had slammed shut the second I’d started coming, so who the fuck knows. He seemed pretty happy with how my orgasm had gone, so there was that at least.

“Hmm. Good, boo, that’s so good. You did so good.”

My dick was still hard, tingling with the aftershocks of such a hard orgasm, when his fingers opened and released me. I was too busy standing there—trembling, with my eyes closed tight and my bare cock sticking out of the flap in my briefs and dangling in the air—to turn around and look, but I could hear him behind me, unspooling some toilet paper with a rumbling whir.

“Oh, don’t forget to flush, boo,” he said.

He sounded so calm, so totally unaffected. Granted, he’d had a little bit of time to recover from his orgasm, but had his not rocked his world the way mine had?

“Guess I’ll see you around,” he added.

And… Was that it? Was that all he was going to say to me?Again?

No, that couldn’t be it. Right? I couldn’t do this again. I couldn’t go another day…days, a week, without knowing for sure when I’d get to see my angel again. That I would, indeed, get to see him again.

But my brain was still mostly offline, and I hadn’t managed to do much more than splutter a few non-word noises and feebly twitch my hands when the sound of my angel snicking open the stall lock hit my ears.

Shit. Fucking shit.

I guess that would be—

“Boo?” he called.

And now I did manage to turn around. Forcing my eyes open, I saw that my angel was standing framed in the open stall doorway, a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

His stunning, pale blue eyes met my ho-hum, average blue eyes and, when he saw me looking at him—both of us pointedly ignoring the fact that my naked, deflating dick was still flapping in the breeze—he spoke again.

“Just so you know, this time, by ‘see you around’ I mean tomorrow. Here, at Glitter. About 9:00PM again. Okay?”

“Yes? Yes. Fuck yes,” I replied. Relieved. Ecstatic. Already anticipating tomorrow night.

But my angel was already gone.

Almost as soon as he’d said his last word, and before I’d gotten my first ‘yes’ out, he’d already started walking away.

But that was okay. He’d given my desperation a reprieve with the promise that I’d only have to endure a little less than 24 hours until I got to see him again.

I could do that.

I just had to hope that my angel believed in keeping his promises.

Chapter 10

Thank fuck. True to his word, my angel was at Glitter again tonight.

He’s the first thing I see once I battle my way through the jumble of people clustered around the entrance door. And there were a lot of them. It was one of the major drawbacks to only hitting up the clubs on the weekends—the places were always packed to the gills.

But even with all the other men, and even though he’s not standing underneath the bright glow of the dance floor lights, my eyes shot straight to my angel. Like they’re magnets and he’s my geographic north pole.

Leaning against the end of the bar closest to the door, he was a stunning vision of glittering fancy. Tonight he’s wearing tight-fitting, silvery pants, which glimmer even in the dimmer light of this part of the club, a black mesh top, a fuzzy, faux fur, cropped jacket, and shimmery, silver, bejeweled, heeled sandals. Around his neck, drawing attention to the long, slender length of it, was a narrow, black ribbon that had a large, pink fabric flower attached to it.

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