Page 14 of Stop and Seek
If this dude didn’t get inside him in the next four seconds, he was going to scream.
And come from nothing like some sad virgin.
When a hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, rough fingers ghosting over his ass, pressing—nope.Hard stop.
“I want it to hurt,” he said, voice low, nearly lost under the roar in his ears. He reached behind him, spread his cheeks.
Damndid that sharp little inhale from the guy have his cock leaking buckets.
The stranger grunted, lined himself up—slick and heavy—and as he pushed in, slow and merciless, his mouth found Theo’s ear again.
The burn was white-hot. Pain that shimmered better than pleasure. Theo gasped, mouth open against the cold tile.
He needed this.
Neededmoreof this.
Bracing against the urinal, the wall burning against his flushed face, he moaned as the man filled him—stretchedhim. Too much, too deep, too good.
When the guy pulled out and slammed back in—oh, fuck—
“Fuck yourself back on my cock, you trashy cunt,” the stranger growled.
Each word slithered through Theo’s ears like poison laced with desire.
“Show me how much you really want this.”
Theo couldn’t speak. Couldn’t eventhink. His hips moved instinctively, grinding back, moaning with each punishing thrust.
The entire world narrowed to this. To friction and pain that morphed into something else. Something that stopped the noise inside his head. Somethingearned.
The guy’s teeth scraped Theo’s shoulder. He whimpered. Couldn’t stop.
His hands clamped to the urinal. White-knuckled. Praying no one walked in. Please. Not here. Not now.
He couldn’t be seen likethis.
Not in Eunice.
Not while Ethan was probably chatting up strangers, talking about his picture-perfect family. Talking about hiswife.
“Keep squeezing my cock like that,” the stranger panted, warm breath fanning Theo’s neck, “and I’m gonna blow.”
Theo chased it. Every thrust. Every brutal grind against his prostate sent him hurtling closer to the edge. The sting blurred into heat. The pain folded into need.
“You want to come on this dick, don’t you?” he hissed. “Like the little cum slut I know you are.”
Theo’s mind shattered at the edges. All he could do was moan, writhe. Filthy words—yes. Please. Anything.
The hand at his throat left, and the stranger’s fingers gripped under his hips, hauling him up, forcing him onto his tiptoes. Changing the angle. Driving indeeper.
Every drag against his prostate sent electric shocks through Theo’s thighs. Through hissoul.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Theo begged, voice cracking. He didn’t care. Didn’t have it in him to be cool anymore. He was drenched in sweat, clawing at the urinal.
“You like this?” The stranger’s voice was darker now. Filthy. “Getting used in public? Getting wrecked where anyone could walk in?”
Theo nodded, helpless.
