28. Knox

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Knox

Elton has to stop wearing those damn suits to work.

As I sit in my usual corner booth, trying to look over my balance sheet, I’m too distracted by the golden retriever in a thousand-dollar Armani piece. It makes him look pretentious as hell—no surprise there—but it’s also having the unfortunate effect of making my dick hard as a rock.

He’s leaning against the bar, chatting away with Rhys, and driving me crazy. When he turns, his ass now on display, I’m tempted to shove his pants down and feast on that delicious bubble butt.

Fuck me, I’m horny.

I shift uncomfortably for the next few minutes, trying to hide my raging hard-on, but it’s no use. The eye-candy in front of me is way too tempting, and I find myself whipping out my phone and shooting off a text before I can think better of it.

Elton’s phone dings, and I watch as he pulls it out of his suit jacket, his cheeks flushing when he sees what I wrote. He looks around, eyes widening when he catches my stare, and shakes his head imperceptibly.

Fine, if he wants to play it that way.

My fingers fly against the screen as I send another text, and this time, I stand and make my way to the bathroom. If I know Elton, which, sadly, I think I’m starting to, I won’t be alone for long.

Since we just opened an hour ago, the bathrooms are still relatively clean, and I head to the last stall. I leave the door open and unlocked, and just wait. After a few minutes, I start to doubt that he’s coming, until the main door to the bathroom opens.

“Um, Knox?” He peeks his head in, wetting his lips as his paranoid eyes dart around. “Are we really doing this here?”

Just to tease him, I jut my chin toward his phone. “What did it say?”

Elton’s never been the bashful type, but sometimes the mood strikes him, and I like seeing the way his tan cheeks flush pink with embarrassment. He looks down at his phone, then up at me, and his voice is breathy as he speaks. “ I want to bend you over the bar and fuck you with my tongue until you’re a slutty, writhing mess for me.”

I chuckle at the little squeak he lets out at the end, my hands migrating to my jeans as I pop open the button and start working my zipper down. “What else?”

Hesitating, his eyes widen when I fish out my cock and start playing with my foreskin. “Um… Meet me in the bathroom so I can see how many times I can make you come before someone notices you’re gone. ”

“Well, sweetheart?” I ask, groaning as I stroke myself. “You want to come or not?”

Again, he hesitates, but the outline of his hard cock against his pants tells me it might not take too much convincing. It’s only a few seconds later when he enters the tiny stall, locking the door behind him. Standing before me, a bit uncertain, it seems like he doesn’t know whether he should touch me or get his own cock out, so I make the decision for him.

I slam him against the stall door, letting go of my cock so I can take his face in my hands as I fuck my way into his mouth. He opens so prettily for me, moaning into my mouth as I suck on his tongue. Feverish, desperate, needy. It’s always so electric between us, like we can’t help this overwhelming lust we hold for each other. Like even though he’s annoying as hell, I want to spend all my time with his tongue down my throat.

“You want to come, sweetheart?” Slotting my thigh in between his legs, I start to grind against his cock. “How many times do you think I can get one out of you?”

He’s breathless as he throws his head back against the door, eyes fighting to stay open. “Your text got me all worked up. I’m going to be a quick trigger.”

“Good,” I rasp, pressing down even harder as his breath hitches. “Get the first one out of the way so you can use those pretty dick-sucking lips to get me off.”

“ Knox …”

“There you go. So good, sweetheart,” I coo, then bite down on his bottom lip. “Come in that fancy suit of yours like a dirty slut. Make yourself all wet for me, Elton.”

I can tell he comes when his body tenses, his back arching off the door as he lets out the most erotic moan I’ve ever heard. His face falls forward, forehead rolling against mine, and he chuckles breathlessly. “Damn, I haven’t come in my pants in years.”

“Glad I could be the one to make that happen,” I say, bracing my hands on his shoulders as I force him down to his knees. “Now it’s my turn.”

He goes down easily, his mouth already open, and I don’t wait a second before shoving my cock into his mouth. I go all the way in, forcing him to take my entire length at once, because I’m too keyed up by his suit, his moans, his orgasm, to wait.

Wrapping my hand around his tie, I yank him closer and force myself deeper. When he gags, I pet the top of his head and smile down at him wickedly. “Good little sluts know how to deepthroat. You want to learn, sweetheart? Be my perfect dirty whore?”

He nods eagerly, tear-filled green eyes wide. I run my fingers through his hair, tipping his head back to get the right angle. “Okay, relax your throat and breathe through your nose. If you need a break, tap my thigh, otherwise I’m going to fuck your face until I come down your throat.”

I pull out just for a second so he can take one last breath. Then, because he fucking lives to torture me, he smiles sweetly, those long lashes of his fluttering as he looks up at me with a cum-drunk expression. “I just want to be good for you, Knoxy.”

Fuck him for making my heart beat just a little faster.

“Okay,” I snap. What he’s doing to my gut is making me uncomfortable, but I try to rein that in. “Open your mouth.”

He does as I say, but this time, I push in slowly. I keep his head at the right angle, my hand wrapped around his tie, and thrust until I feel myself sliding down his throat. His nostrils are flaring, and he gags through it, but he’s so goddamn perfect as he takes it all.

Perfect.

I’ve never actually thought that about Elton. Sure, I’ve called him perfect before, praised him because that’s his kink, but I’ve never considered him to be that. But here he is, on his knees for me in a club bathroom, letting me fuck his throat, blinking up at me like he trusts me to take care of him, and my stomach flip-flops.

This fucker…

I try to push those thoughts away and only focus on how incredible I feel, but I can’t hide from that damn look in his eyes. For the first time ever, Elton’s beautiful to me. Wide green eyes, bloodshot, drool running down his chin, and completely wrecked for me.

“There you go, sweetheart,” I praise, using his tie to drag him closer. “You’re being so good for me. You’re so good, Elton. So. Fucking. Good.”

I can’t hold back any longer and come down his throat. It overflows from his mouth, dripping from his lips as he tries to swallow it all. When he can’t, he finally pulls back, voice a little hoarse as he looks up into my eyes. “Knox?”

I seize his chin in my hands and smirk. “You know what good sluts do. They don’t waste a drop.”

Nodding, he feverishly licks up and down my cock to ensure I’m nice and clean. He sucks on my piercing for a bit, making my sensitive dick jerk under his lips, until he pulls back. “I need to come again. Fuck, Knox. Let me come. Make me come, baby.”

I help him to his feet and spin him around, doing what I promised as I work my hands around him to unbuckle his belt. Once I do, I shove his suit pants past his ass, smacking that bubble butt. “I can make you come, sweetheart. You want my fingers or my tongue?”

“F-Fingers,” he pleads. “Please tell me you have lube.”

I nod, snickering as I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and search through it. “I’m always prepared now that I have a hot piece of ass at my service whenever I get horny. That’s what you are, right? My hot-as-hell fuck buddy. My cum slut.”

Pulling his cheeks apart for me as I lube up my fingers, he nods frantically. “Please, please, please. I need this, Knox.”

“I know you do,” I tease almost mockingly, running my wet finger up and down his crease. “Oh, and Elton? Make sure you scream for me.”

He does just that as I slide a finger in, his moan loud as fuck, and drowned out by the muffled music on the other side of the bathroom door. I work my way in slowly, even though he’s gotten accustomed to taking my fingers in the weeks we’ve been messing around.

“You’re so soft inside.” I nibble on his ear, speaking against him as I twirl my finger. I revel in how he shivers. “So hot and tight. Fuck, Elton. I can just imagine how it’d feel to have this little hole strangling my cock.”

“Want to feel your piercing,” he mumbles, delirious as I insert another finger. “ Yes . Fuck me, Knox. Give me that fat cock.”

I love it when he’s like this. Elton, while annoying sometimes, is anything but boring. He’s loud and brazen with everybody else, a little shy when my dirty mouth comes into play, but then he turns into this desperate, whining mess. That really does it for me.

I’m fucking him in earnest now, absolutely no grace as I pound my fingers into him, and he loves the roughness of it all.

But then the bathroom door opens.

His eyes widen, and he slaps a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his moans, but in a moment of recklessness, I bat it away. “Knox?—”

“You don’t get to keep those noises from me,” I grit out. “I said scream for me.”

When I brush my fingers over his prostate, he does just that, and there’s no way in hell the guy in here with us didn’t hear.

“Is someone fucking in the bathroom?”

I laugh, continuing to abuse Elton’s most sensitive spot, as I whisper in his ear. “How about it, sweetheart? You getting fucked well? Want to let him know the dirty things I’m doing to you? Want to unlock a new kink?”

Again, his eyes are like saucers. He opens and closes his mouth, thinking through it, but the heat and intensity of this moment causes him to let loose. “Fuck! Yes, yes ! Harder!”

Holy hell, it’s hot as shit hearing him wantonly beg for me while knowing that someone is listening on the other side of the door. I give him what he wants while sliding a third finger in, scissoring him open as if to prepare him for my cock.

“There you go. Now he knows. He knows you’re a little slut, sweetheart. He knows how dirty you are, getting fucked in a public restroom.”

“Woah, didn’t mean to interrupt ? —”

But the man is cut off when Elton lets out another loud moan, pounding his fists against the stall door. “Oh, fuck, man! You’re going to make me come!”

I capture his lips, swallowing down his cry of ecstasy as he clenches around me, once again filling his suit with even more cum. Drinking up all his pleasure, I engorge myself on it, and peck his lips sweetly before I pull away. “Good job, Elton. You did so well.”

“Fuck me.”

I was in the middle of pulling my fingers out, but his words stopped me. “What?”

“Fuck me, Knox,” he pleads, his eyes serious and alert as he pushes back against me. “I want your cock. I want to feel you inside me. Ruin me.”

My cock jerks at his words. I have more lube in my wallet, and besides this random man, nobody from XO has come looking for him. I’m so tempted to just slide in, give him even more pleasure, but I stop myself.

Because, fuck me, I want his first time to be special.

I’m in a daze as I shake my head, floored by that realization, and slip my fingers out. “Not tonight,” I tell him, kissing his neck as I take a step back.

He nods in understanding, looking a bit put out, but fixing himself regardless. We both straighten our clothing, but all the while, all I can think is that I really do want Elton’s first time to be good. When did I start giving a shit?

“I’m all sticky now.” He pouts and, thankfully, his suit is black and dark enough to cover up any cum stains. “This is going to be really uncomfortable, you know?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble distractedly.

And he only makes matters worse when he wraps his arms around my shoulders, kissing my nose piercing as he smiles like a dork. “Thanks for that, Knoxy. You’re the best.”

Shit, I don’t know what to say. So, I keep my mouth shut as I move around him to open the stall door. The man in here is just finishing up at the urinal, and in true Elton fashion, my fuck buddy gives him a nod. “Hey, man. How’s it going?”

The man blanches. “Um…good?”

“Right on,” Elton cheers, throwing me one last look before exiting the bathroom, leaving me alone with the rando.

It takes him a moment as he moves to the sink and starts washing his hands, but he winks at me, smirking widely. “You’re a lucky man, bro.”

And I guess in a way, maybe I am.