16. Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen

Felix

I ’d been to the Wells Fargo Center so many times that picking out a location was a no-brainer. The main bathrooms would be too busy, but the family restrooms that were solo-locked ones would work perfectly for what I wanted to get up to with Cor.

As long as there wasn’t a long line of families waiting for the bathrooms, we’d be golden.

He had the same train of thought because he tugged me in that direction.

My heart thudded, and my skin felt hyperaware, like the slightest brush against it would turn me on. My cock had already hardened to a semi at the thrill of what we were about to do, and the fact that Cor was with me, no hesitation, cemented everything that had been swirling in my mind—that he was the goddamn perfect partner for me.

And him stepping up against Luke? Yeah, I hadn’t been lying. That had a hundred percent done it for me.

By some miracle of the sex gods, there was an open single restroom and no line.

“Dibs,” I called out as I opened the door and all but dragged him in behind me.

“You don’t need to call dibs when no one else is there,” Cor said, a smirk on his lips.

I shut the door and locked it. “Think you can stay quiet, lover?” I arched a brow, that thrill coursing through me like sheer light.

Cor’s eyes widened, his pupils dark with lust. “Depends on how well you fuck me.”

A grin rose to my lips. “Oh, sassy tonight, are we?”

“I don’t have any condoms or lube on me.”

I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out one of each. “I’m prepared.” I closed the distance between us and pressed a kiss to his lips. It started sweet but quickly grew filthy. I slid my tongue into his mouth, tasting the crispness of the beers we had drunk. I reached around to place mine on the sink, and he followed suit before we launched back at each other like we were starved.

It was like this every time—beyond my wildest dreams—and I couldn’t imagine giving him up.

I wanted more of him. In my arms, in my bed, in my life.

And I knew the way to try for that. I just needed to summon the courage to tell him.

But for now, I was going to enjoy the fuck out of taking him apart with my mouth, my fingers, my cock.

“Hands on the sink and ass out,” I said.

Cor didn’t hesitate to follow directions and showed me that gorgeous ass. I loved the splay of his body, his back muscles when he was naked, but the thrill of doing this at the Wells Fargo Center pumped adrenaline through my veins. All that energy from the sheer volume of people in the building amplified my own.

“God, you’re so sexy.” I stepped up behind him, reached around to undo the button of his jeans, and pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down in one go. His bare ass was a fucking treat, and the sight had me salivating. At some point, I wanted to try rimming because the idea of burying my tongue between those cheeks sounded so damn hot, but when I could take my time with him.

Tonight would be fast and filthy.

“Spread your legs.” I tapped the inside of his thigh. The jut of his cock was visible from here, and fuck, I wanted to taste that too. All of him was so damn delicious. Why had it taken me this long to see it?

Cor widened his stance, though his ankles tugged at the firm fabric of his jeans. “You try this with your pants still on.” He leaned more of his weight on the wide sink and bent slightly at the knees.

“Perfect.” I unzipped my pants and fished my too-hard cock out. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and I wiped my thumb over it. Then I pressed against Cor and slipped my thumb into his mouth. He sucked, and the motion traveled straight to my cock. Holy fuck, he was a goddamn treasure.

I pulled my thumb out, ripped the condom, and rolled it onto my cock. My palm settled on his ass cheek, and I squeezed hard. The muscles were firm, perfect, and enticing. The air in the room was explosive as if the energy from the stands traveled all the way here, and I reveled in it. There was no one else I wanted to have raunchy bathroom sex with, and the fact that he’d so easily become my partner in crime made me fall a little harder.

Everything about him from his subtle smirks to his soothing, quiet nature spoke to me. And when we’d started to fuck, uncovering how he surrendered to me, how this big man handed himself over to my care meant more than he could ever know. Having him trust me, not question my capabilities was a gift.

“Are you going to stick your cock in me or just fondle my ass?” Cor glanced back. His blue eyes sparked, and my heart thudded harder.

“Don’t know,” I teased. “You’re pretty fun to fondle.”

However, we were under time constraints, so I ripped the lube packet open. I’d never carried them in the past, but when Cor and I started hooking up, I preferred to be ready for anything. I was never more grateful for that than right now. Squeezing the lube over my two fingers, I slicked them up and dribbled the rest over his hole. The need to sink into him was growing by the second, and when I pushed my fingers inside that perfect tightness—fuuuck.

“Goddamn.” Cor rocked back on my fingers the rest of the way. Silken, hot perfection encased them, and my balls ached. He was a fucking fantasy before me, legs stretched as wide as he could, his pants around his ankles, and bent forward, braced on his forearms. Just big, muscular, and hairy, things I didn’t think I found attractive before, but yeah, goddamn sexy.

I pumped my fingers into him faster, and my big, bear power bottom was all but riding my hand.

“You feel like sin,” I said. “I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”

“Do it,” Cor said. “I don’t need much prep.”

The memory of how well he’d taken me before shot through my veins like pure epinephrine. Sexy. As. Hell. I pulled my fingers out. In the distance, a cheer rang out and the muffled voice of an announcer, which meant the game was about to start again. Knowing we were in a public venue, that thousands of people were sitting outside this space, got me even hotter, and my skin tingled with that awareness.

I positioned my cock at his entrance and began to push inside. My other hand rested on his hip, the feel of his warm skin sending an electric current through me. Cor’s hole strangled my cock with each inch I gained, and my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Fucking hell, gorgeous. You’re so damn perfect.” I sank in deeper and deeper, and despite the bits of resistance, he took me so damn well. A long, slow moan came from him, and I pinched his cheek. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to gag you. Don’t want everyone hearing those slutty moans.”

Cor brought his fist to his mouth, muffling the sound. Lust pulsed through me fast and fierce, and I had to pause for a moment so I didn’t shoot my load then and there. I slid my palm under his shirt, and I luxuriated in the smoothness of his hips, his waist, his back. The contrast to all that sexy fur on his stomach was hot, and I loved the juxtapositions of soft and hard with him. Once I regained my control, I pulled back, then sank deep inside him again. He let out another low, muffled moan that reverberated through the bleach-white bathroom.

I found a rhythm, losing myself in the silken feel of him. Every time I thrust in, pleasure rippled through me, and I wasn’t going to last long. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the smack of skin against skin echoed around the room. My hands began to roam, just tracing the muscles of his back, sliding down his hips, and running over the curves of his ass. I memorized every dip and divot, and my chest grew heavy with how much he’d come to mean to me.

When we’d met, Cor had become my best friend, and once I realized my attraction, I’d tumbled head over heels for him.

I squeezed his hip tight and fucked him harder, faster as if we could merge. As if I could live in this moment where we were connected like this—messy, desperate, and perfect.

Cor bit down on his fist to muffle his cries, and I choked back my moans as I drove into him. The way he took my cock was a fucking revelation, sheer surrender. That trust hit me square in the chest, and I lost myself in the thunder of the sensations descending on me. The bleach smell of the bathroom tangled with pure Cor—sweat, musk, and vetiver—and I drank it all in.

My mind dizzied with lust, with the need to come, with the headiness of where we were right now and how we’d gotten here.

“I’m close.” Cor gasped, then bit down on his fist again.

I swallowed hard. I didn’t want it to end yet was desperate for release. The distant cheers, the smack of our skin colliding, and our harsh, ragged breaths swirled together. My legs were burning from the steady movement, and that rooted me in the moment. Pleasure built with every thrust inside him.

“Stroke your cock, gorgeous,” I said.

“Thank fuck,” he gasped out. A second later, he reached down and pumped his cock.

I thrust hard and deep right as he let out a long, low moan. His hole squeezed around me, and his cum splattered on the floor.

That tight vise on my cock did me in.

My balls drew up, and a second later, I followed him over the edge.

Euphoria rushed through me, and my teeth numbed from the force of my orgasm. My cum flooded the condom, and I sagged against his back, my sweaty cheek pressed against the cotton of his shirt. My vision blanked from the sheer strength of my release, and I floated in that space as the world settled around me.

Slowly, I peeled myself up from leaning against him, and I ran my palm down his side in a caress. I wanted to linger in the connection between us a little longer. In the way our breaths cycled in tandem, how hot skin pressed to hot skin.

A buzzer dragged me into the present. Right, we were at a fucking hockey game, and I was balls deep in Cor. Not the time to be having life-altering realizations about how I’d fallen in love with my best friend.

“I’m pretty sure you wrecked me,” Cor murmured, his voice slurred.

“Based on the volume of cum we need to clean up, I’m in agreement,” I teased as I slid from his hole. I tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. I wet a few paper towels and took the time to clean Cor’s hole and then the puddle of cum on the floor. Definitely didn’t want anyone stumbling on that unsuspecting.

When I stood, Cor had pulled himself off his slump against the sink. A dopey grin was on his face, and his blue eyes were soft like watercolor. My chest exploded with butterflies.

Yeah, I was so fucking into him it was ridiculous.

So much I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Someone pounded on the door. “Is anyone in here?”

I swallowed the words, tucked my cock back into my pants, and zipped up. “We better get the fuck out.”

Cor nodded, running his fingers through his hair as if he could appear less fucked. Not likely, but we would attempt it anyway.

I strode to the door first, Cor hot on my heels.

I opened it to a mother clutching her little girl’s hand tight. The mother’s gaze slipped from me to Cor, and her brows drew together.

“Uh, sorry we took so long,” Cor mumbled.

Panic gripped me. It was clear we had been fucking—two grown men leaving a bathroom together. The first excuse I could think of slipped out of my mouth. “I had morning sickness. Really bad morning sickness.”

“Jesus Christ.” Cor pushed me forward and away from the bathroom before I could even register what had come out of my mouth.

We hustled down the corridor past the emptier food area.

Amusement bubbled up until it overflowed. I stopped mid-stride, looked up at Cor, and started cackling.

His eyes crinkled with his smile, and he let out a massive belly laugh. Pure joy flowed through me.

“Fucking morning sickness?” He arched a brow. “Really, babe?”

I started to calm down from the hysterical laughter and slipped my hand in his. “Look, it at least shocked her enough for our escape.”

He shook his head, a grin still plastered to his face, and as we headed back to our seats, only one thought remained.

I needed to make him mine—for real.