Page 8 of Just Is Not Enough

I look at the dance floor where Lanie and Jackson are still dancing. She seems like she’s in good hands and Faith is nearby, surprisingly dancing with Dakota.

I turn back towards Luke, his face amused with questioning eyes.

He’s straight, this could get messy. We don’t do messy.

He’s merely experimenting.

It’ll be a one and done. I can keep this un-messy. I know I can.

It’s not worth the risk. Never again.

While I argue with that logical bitch again, Luke indiscreetly adjusts himself, letting his hand linger briefly to make sure I take notice.

Fuck it, that’s a future me problem. He is too mouthwatering to pass up tasting him, just once. I’ll save regret for tomorrow.

I lean into him with my lips pressed gently against his ear, speaking barely loud enough for him to hear me over the music, “I’m going to the restroom now. I suggest you meet me in the farthest stall from the door so we can take care of this little problem of yours.” I gently suck in his earlobe before pulling away, lightly grazing the back of my hand against his dick print as I turn away from him. I swear I hear him gasp. I head towards the restroom forcing myself not to look back to confirm if he follows me.

Please Goddesses, make him follow me!

Chapter Eight

I Discover Two Fun Facts About Myself

Luke

Whoa,confidentKadenhasentered the building, and why is it fucking hot? I thought my cock was hard admiring his body, but with the combination of his proposition and his gentle touch it’s now solid titanium.

Prior to tonight, my first thought wouldn’t have been to follow Kaden to the men’s room. Spending the last few hours with him has made me think otherwise. I not only enjoyed his company but am extremely fucking turned on by him. There’s no way I can stop myself from going after him.

The thought alone of him wrapping those plump lips around my cock has me wanting to run full speed in his direction to make it happen.

Instead, I wait a couple minutes to make sure he is able to get a stall, even if my heart is pounding inside my chest like it’s trying to break out and my cock is throbbing in sync with it to the point it’s almost painful.

I calm my breathing and finish my beer in one swig. Feeling confident I waited long enough, I stride towards the men’s room, avoiding eye contact with everyone in my path. I don’t need any distractions slowing me down from getting to what’s waiting for me in that stall.

When I walk into the long galley style restroom, there are only a handful of guys scattered between the urinals and sinks. I go to the furthest stall at the end of the room attempting to act casual.

I slowly push against the door. It opens, revealing Kaden sitting on the tank portion of the toilet, elbows on his knees with his feet on the seat. His lust-filled eyes lock on mine. I take a quick glance back towards the rest of the room, then walk into the stall turning the lock behind me.

Instantly Kaden’s feet are on the ground, grabbing hold of me. He abruptly turns my back to the wall crashing his body against mine and covers my mouth with his palm.

“I’m going to need you to cover your mouth with your fist while I take care of this,” Kaden whispers in my ear, palming the outline of my cock. Squeezing way more softly than it’s needing to be touched right now. “I suggest you keep it there or we’ll have an audience hearing you make the lewdest sounds from me deep throating your cock until I have your eyes rolling back in your head and your knees giving out, making you come so hard someone will have to remind you what your name is when I’m done.” Humiliatingly enough, I can’t hold back another gasp from under his hand.

He pulls back, his one hand leaves my mouth and joins the other now under my shirt at my waistband. Kaden pauses, looking me in the eyes as if waiting for my permission. I give him the nod he seems to be silently asking for, while I raise my fist to my mouth and close my teeth around a couple knuckles.

“Good boy.”

My eyes fluttered as I cast my hungered gaze downward into his indecently peering eyes accompanied by a wicked grin. Both indicate that he enjoyed hearing me softly groan from his praise.

Huh, who knew I liked being praised?

Kaden leans his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, undoing my button and zipper. My head lolls back against the wall, breathing deeply through my nose.

Teeth latch on to my Adam’s apple biting not so gently, followed by a flat tongue slowly licking over the wounded area.

He pulls my slacks and boxer briefs down to my thighs together in one swift tug, leaving my cock out at full mast for him. His hand wraps firmly around my length, thumb swiping away pre-cum already forming on my tip.

Kaden nips my neck once more before sliding down on his haunches, taking a good look at what I have to offer. My gaze falls to enjoy the view of him on his knees for me.

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