Page 72 of List Me With Your Best Shot

“When?” he asks, playing dumb.

I roll my eyes. “In the shower. You said, ‘Jack. Jack, I—’ and then you changed your mind. What were you going to say?”

He stares at me for a long moment, eyes softening with affection. “I think you know.”

“I want to hear it.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up in wry amusement. “I already told you you’re going to have to work for it.”

“Fine.”

I reach for Alastor’s jeans and unfasten then, delving inside and wrapping my hand around his hard, throbbing dick. He lets out a soft groan as I stroke him, his lips crashing back to mine and his hips thrusting forward to fuck into my hand.

It’s amazing how well I’ve come to know Alastor’s body since this whole thing started. I guess that happens when you become kind of addicted to the guy you’re hooking up with. But I know exactly how to touch him, how to bring him to the edge, and how to hold him back. He tears his mouth from mine, cursing in frustra- tion as I deny him, but I merely smile and get back to work.

I can understand now why Alastor loves dominating so much. The power trip from something as simple as denying an orgasm is heady. I couldn’t do this on a regular basis, though; I don’t have the kind of control Alastor does. Not even close.

“Fucking hell, Macey,” he groans. “Let me come.”

“You know what I want,” I taunt. “Give it to me and I’ll let you.”

“Or I could just shove you into that wall and finish myself off in your arse,” he growls.

A shiver runs through me at the prospect, and I let go of Alastor’s dick, all thoughts of edging him until he admits his love for me gone. “Yeah, that sounds like a better plan.”

His mouth curves into a wicked smirk and he leans down to murmur in my ear. “You’re such a slut.”

There’s affection in his tone and I practically preen at the words. A few weeks ago, I’d have been mortified by this reaction, but not anymore. I have nothing to be ashamed about. “Only with you,” I tell him. I slide my hands up his body, resting them against his hard chest. “And you’ve got six days to make up for, so you’d better get started.”

That’s all the encouragement Alastor needs, and the next thing I know, I’m being manhandled around and shoved front-on into the wall of the toilet stall. I hear some plastic crinkling and know he’s opening a packet of lube. Sure enough, the next thing I feel is slick fingers pushing inside me and stretching me out.

“That’s enough,” I grunt. “Just get in me.”

Alastor never needs telling twice, and before I know it, his fingers are gone, and his thick cock is thrusting deep inside me.

Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him. The feel of him moving inside me, our bodies connected in this way. It’s exhilarating. Maybe it should feel different now that we’ve both admitted to having feelings for each other, but it doesn’t. This is a quick, dirty fuck in a public bathroom and it’s every bit as exhilarating as the first time we hooked up—also in a bathroom.

The quiet of the bathroom is disrupted when the door swings open and a couple of guys walk in. At least I think there are two of them. True to form, Alastor doesn’t stop, or lift a hand to cover my mouth, or make any move what- soever to keep us unnoticed. If anything, the intrusion spurs him on further.

“Shit, are there people fucking in there?” One of the guys asks.

“Bloody hell, it’s broad daylight,” his friend says. “Lucky for some,” the first guy says with a chuckle. Alastor sinks his teeth into my neck, and I let out a

deep groan.“Fuck...again.”

He lifts his hand to my chin, gipping tight and tilting

my head back so I can catch his intense gaze. “Ask me nicely .”

Fuck. My brain is such a muddle right now. The plea- sure of his cock inside me, the feel of his hands on my body, the lingering sting of pain on my neck...it’s all making me a bit fuzzy. But I manage to ask for what I want anyway. “Please...bite me,” I beg. “Mark me.”Own me.

I don’t know or care if the strangers who interrupted us are still in the bathroom. The thought of anyone else hearing me beg for Alastor to mark me doesn’t bother me. In fact, it turns me on even more.

Alastor’s thrusts speed up and I know he’s getting close. I’m not far away either and I try to move my hand to my cock to help myself along, but I can’t seem to shift my grip from the tiles I’m currently clinging to on the wall of the toilet stall.

I feel Alastor’s body tensing up, his fingers digging in hard to my waist, and then he lets out a grunted curse as hot cum spills into my arse. Breathing heavily, he wraps his arms around my torso, his head dropping to rest on top of mine, stubble scraping at my temple. “Jack...fuck... Jesus...” he pants out through ragged breaths.

Once he’s gathered himself, he tilts my head back and finds my mouth, his hand sliding down my body to wrap around my cock. He’s still inside me, and I never want him to pull out. I just want to stay like this, the two of use joined together. Forever.

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