Page 2 of Eight Seconds to Ride

I know he is.

With a quick glance toward the pool table, my eyes connect with Cope’s before he drags his gaze behind me. A knowing smirk pulls on his lips as he returns his attention to me, shaking his head. I wink before he’s out of sight.

The chatter of the patrons and the music dulls as soon as we’re behind the closed door of the bathroom. I let him walk past me into the confined space before locking the door, resting with my back against it. A flash of what can only be described as nerves passes over his features, but it’s gone just as fast. Stepping closer, he crowds me, our bodies flush and already heated. He hesitates only for a moment before he flips his baseball cap backward and crashes his mouth into mine. Full, soft lips are greedy and hungry for me, and when I run the tip of my tongue along the seam, he parts them, letting me slip inside and take from him. Taste him.

His hands come up, cupping my face as his hips press into mine, a thickening erection rubbing against my own. He groans into my mouth, the sound choked and desperate, sending a bolt of arousal down my spine until it nuzzles deep in my balls.

Our lips break apart, and he takes a step back, eyes dark and wild, lips slick and swollen as he watches me. Fingers going to my belt buckle, I work it open before flicking the button and sliding the zipper down on my jeans. His eyes drop, tracking the movement, Adam’s apple rolling in his throat as he swallows. I shove the material down until it bunches on my thighs, pulling myself out and stroking nice and slow while he watches, my dick thick and throbbing in my palm.

It's not unusual for me to hook up on the road, especially after a win like tonight. The guys I find underneath me range from timid to absolutely feral. Dimples is dancing on the line of timid with the coy look he’s giving me. His eyes scream uncertainty, but the way he drags his tongue along his lips as he watches me contradicts that, telling me just how eager he is for this.

“Well, what are you waiting for, baby?” His gaze jumps, meeting mine as I smirk. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

He fumbles a bit before dropping to his knees. Hands coming up to rest on my thighs, he peers up at me, and the look in his eyes has my length hardening to steel. Even under the shitty fluorescent lighting, his eyes practically shimmer as they watch me, like pools of honey, lashes long and curly, lips so full, I know they’re going to look like a dream wrapped around my dick.

A shaky hand grabs my cock at the base as he flicks his tongue tentatively across the tip. A groan sounds from him before he takes me in his mouth. Just the head at first. He sucks and licks and sucks some more, and I let my head fall against the door, hitting with a loud thud of relief.

“That’s it, baby…” My voice is rumbly, growing desire intertwined with each syllable. “Work that pretty mouth of yours. Take me deeper.”

My hands come up, fingers gripping his head atop his hat as I ease into his mouth a little more. He gags, backing off as he looks up at me, eyes filling with moisture. Such a glorious sight. My pulse races when his cheeks flush and the corner of his lip tilts into a barely there smirk.

As he starts sucking me again, someone tries to open the door. When they realize it’s locked and they can’t get in, they pound their fist. He freezes, trying to pull away, but with the grip I have on the back of his head, I don’t let him.

“Keep going,” I whisper to him before shouting to the person on the other side of the door who just banged on it again, “It’s occupied, asshole! Come back later.”

Returning my attention to the man on his knees, I rock my hips, working more of my cock into his mouth. Honey-colored eyes stare up at me, watery and bloodshot, as my dick disappears inch by inch into his hot, wet mouth. Sparks of pleasure swim through my veins watching him struggle to take it all. His body is stiff like he’s unsure of what he’s doing, despite it being morethan clear in his facial expressions and the noises he’s making around my cock that he’s enjoying it.

Hell, maybe the nerves are because it’s me he’s sucking off. It’s clear he knows exactly who I am. Maybe he’s never had this caliber of cock fed to him. Either way, it’s a turn-on, and my body pulses with a salacious type of energy at his abashed presence.

His erection is thick and straining against his light denim jeans—another dead giveaway for his want. I’m dying to see it. “Pull yourself out,” I instruct him on a growl. “Play with it for me.”

Hands leaving my thighs and falling into his lap, he quickly does just that, like he was simply waiting for my permission, letting out the sexiest groan as soon as his hand makes contact. The faster his fist flies up and down his length, the more he relaxes his jaw enough for me to fuck his face deeper. It takes no time at all for me to get there, my balls tightening as my body tingles, a warmth spreading and taking over.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn.

He hums, slamming his eyes shut seconds before I spill into his mouth. A groan rumbles from my chest as I empty every last drop onto his tongue. Glancing down at his lap, I watch as he works himself over. I can tell he’s getting close by how jerky his movements are. Taking my cock out of his mouth, he plants his hand on the tile floor behind him, holding his weight up as he pumps himself, flicking his wrist in a twisting motion on the upstroke.

With his glossy, hooded eyes locked on mine, puffy, red lips parted, he lets out a long, low moan as his dick explodes, thick spurts of cum covering his hand and somehow managing to miss his clothes altogether. Kind of impressive, actually. And hot as fuck.

Chest heaving, he reaches up to grab a paper towel. Presumably to wipe the mess off his hand, but before he can, I lean down, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and bringing the cum-covered fist up to my mouth. He watches with wide eyes as I drag the flat of my tongue along his hand, gathering his release and cleaning him off. His salty flavor is strong and heady, exploding on my taste buds as I make sure to get every last drop, never taking my eyes off him.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he rasps once I’m done. Standing, we both tuck ourselves back into our jeans, but when my hand reaches for the door, he grabs my arm, spinning me around.

Arching a questioning brow at him, I’m unable to get any words out before his lips crash into mine for the second time tonight. It’s jerky and messy, his teeth clanking against mine as his tongue thrusts into my mouth. A groan rumbles in my chest, my spent cock twitching all over again as the hot, slick muscle rolls against mine while the taste of my own release fills my senses. Making me dizzy and hot all at once. When he pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and he smiles, looking awkward and uncomfortable.

“Uh, thanks,” he mumbles.

Chuckling, I unlock the door, pulling it open. Meeting his gaze one last time, I nod and smirk. “You too.”

Exiting the restroom, I find my friends right where I left them at the pool table. I watch out of the corner of my eye as the stranger with the dimples who just sucked my dick leaves the bar a moment later, but not before throwing me one last glance over his shoulder.

That was…interesting.

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Shooter Graham

Four Months Later

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