Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
As I make my way over to Tess, I see Ed pulling on Stacey’s arm, trying to drag her out onto the dance floor. She protests weakly, giggling, but soon gives in and sashays away in rhythm with the beat of the music.
Tess leans into my ear. “Your friend is hot,” she says, straining her voice so I can hear her.
“She’s also very straight,” I tell her, laughing as I grab the bottle of lager in her hand. “Dance?”
Tess nods and takes my hand. We weave through the crowd of people dancing and eating each other’s faces, into the middle of the floor and show the club what we’re made of. She grinds her arse against my crotch, making me laugh, and we stay that way for a couple of hours, grinding and singing out of tune, only stopping to buy more drinks.
By midnight, I’m lagging and feeling a little dizzy. “Piss break!” I call out, too drunk to feel embarrassed by the fact I’m stumbling on unsteady feet as I make my way to the bathroom.
I spend five minutes trying to remember how to undo the button on my jeans before taking a piss, all the while supporting myself with one hand on the wall because I feel like I’m going to fall over. Turning away from the urinal, I dance towards the sinks singing Maybe Tomorrow by the Stereophonics at the top of my voice.
“Simon Cowell would come in his pants if he heard you, mate,” a guy I’ve never seen before jokes, clapping my shoulder on his way out of the bathroom.
He so fucking would, I think, and then carry on singing. I’m about to break into the second verse when hands appear on my hips from behind, stopping me dead in my tracks.
“I’ve been hard since I saw you earlier.”
I know that voice. That’s David Gandy’s voice. Its owner’s face is breathing heavily into my neck. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so drunk, or because I’m so stunned, but I can’t speak. As I turn around to face the voice all I can think about is the fact if I don’t breathe soon I’m going to pass out.
When I see his face it forces a rush of air into my lungs. I’m flustered, and he knows it. One side of his mouth twists into a smirk and he kisses along the rough stubble on my jaw.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear and I can’t figure out why I haven’t punched him in his beautiful face yet. Instead, all I can focus on is how gravelly and delicious his voice sounds. “You want it,” he adds, cupping my dick through my jeans.
I’m hard. So hard it’s almost painful. I’ve no idea what’s going on with my body. Inside I’m yelling, asking myself what the fuck I’m playing at, but my dick is betraying me. I still haven’t uttered a single word yet I’m allowing myself to be pushed backwards into a cubicle. David, as I seem to have named him in my head, pins me against the wall, raking his rich brown eyes up and down my body as he blindly reaches out and locks the stall door.
His mouth lands on mine as he fumbles with my zipper. He tastes of whiskey and tobacco and my eyes roll into the back of my head like he’s physically intoxicating me. I tell myself not to, but I ignore it and arch my back, pushing my groin into him and allowing him to roll my jeans over my arse and push them down my legs. My cock springs free, hitting the material covering his crotch and all rationale and reason evaporates from my mind.
I grab his hair and drive my tongue between his lips while he reaches between our bodies and roughly tugs at my dick. I can’t breathe. I can’t even think. He releases my mouth, grinning wickedly, and my head falls back, hitting the wall as I groan into the air.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, and I don’t care if anyone hears me.
I bite my lip in an effort to stifle the intense moans and I know I’m only seconds away from exploding into his strong hand. His grip is so tight. He’s pumping me so fast. Too fast. I can’t hold off. My balls ache and my cock starts to weep as I reach for his shoulder to steady myself.
“Oh fuck I’m…” It’s too late. I buck my hips, forcing my dick deeper into his palm as jets of hot cum burst from my tip, coating his fingers.
“My turn,” he growls in my ear and I’m too breathless to protest as he spins me around and bends me over the toilet. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week without remembering this night.”
Oh my God…
I hear him unbuckle his belt, followed by the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open, and right now I don’t know who I am anymore. This isn’t me. I don’t fuck strangers in bathrooms. I’ve never even had a one-night stand. But I can’t stop it. I don’t want to.
I gasp at the sensation of cold lube being rubbed between my arse cheeks and take a deep breath. Without a word, he pushes inside me. Hard. Fast. I’m not ready and the burn takes my breath away as he slams into me over and over again, holding me down with one hand on the small of my back and the other gripping my hip.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says and his voice sends shivers down my spine.
He’s stretching me and it’s only just bearable but I don’t want him to stop.
“Holy shit,” I whimper, my body trembling as I struggle to support my weight with one hand on the wall in front of me and the other locked onto to the cistern.
“Fuck yes,” he breathes. “Take that dick.”
I think he’s close because his speed increases. All I can hear is ragged breaths and slapping flesh and my cock is already starting to swell again.