Page 34 of Love in Unexpected Places

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, my fingers sinking into his hair and raking against his scalp. Looking down at him, I find his eyes already on me and I shiver.

“Open wide. Stick your tongue out.” If I’m going to do this, I might as well live out a fantasy of mine.

My stranger does what I say, eyes dancing with challenge and lust. I pull my cock out, slapping it against his tongue. Then I rub it back and forth over the warm, wet flesh, making him lick the underside of my cock. I groan, watching the spit leak from his mouth as I have my way with him, dirtying him up.

When I’m done teasing my own dick, I stuff my shaft down his throat, listening to him gag. He moves back, catching his breath, but opens again, his eyes telling me he wants more.

I give it to him.

Bending my knees, I grab hold of the side of his face and fuck his mouth in earnest. My stranger places his hands on the backs of my thighs, pulling me in. He makes these sexy fucking gagging noises, his eyes watering, but he takes my cock so well.

I want to make it last, but his mouth is dangerous. I try to hold back, but he must know I’m close because he clamps his mouth on my dick and sucks me in deeply, pulling my orgasm from me.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I groan, my legs shaking as I try to pull away so he doesn’t feel like he has to swallow. My stranger isn’t having that. He moves a hand from my thigh and places it on my dick, jerking me as he sucks me off at a quick pace.

With no other alternative, I explode, coming in his mouth. He makes swallowing motions around my dick, drinking every drop of my release.

When I’m done, I move back, leaning heavily against the wall. My stranger pulls my pants up and tucks me in, being careful as he zips my fly. When I’m presentable, he gives me a soft kiss. “Thanks for that, handsome.” Then he breezes out.

When I’ve recovered, I step out of the bathroom, butdon’t find him waiting for me. I hustle out to the club proper to see if I spot him, hoping I can slip him my number or something. But I don’t see him, no matter how hard I look.

A stranger blew my mind, and I didn’t even get his name.

chapter three

DEREK

My mind is a million miles away when we start the next week of class. I can’t stop my mind from wandering back to my dare. The shit I allow myself to get into when I hang out with Bryson.

Man, what a cock my sexy stranger had on him. I’ve seen thick cocks, but this one was almost massive and had that sexy thick vein running through the shaft. It was sexy and intimidating, and I want more.

I gave Bryson a blow-by-blow—no pun intended—when I dragged him out of the club. He was none-too-happy with me because he was chatting up some bear of a man, but when I told him the dare was done, he forgot all about his flirting and wanted to hear everything. He practically squealed when I told him how I’d let the man fuck my face until he came down my throat.

“You’re such a whore,” Bryson joked when I comically wiped the corner of my mouth. “Can I also say I’m jealous? That man was sex on sticks.”

That was the truth.

Now I can’t think about anything else. My cock chubsup when I think about how I took him to the back of my mouth and let him explode down my throat. My hand sure got a workout when I got home. I’d jerked my dick twice to the image of how hot he looked standing over me, gazing down at me with desire.

Did he want to return the favor? Would he have touched me, jerked me off until I came all over his hand? Would he have taken me home and filled me with that huge cock until I could barely walk?

I shake my head and tune back into the lecture. There’s no use thinking about what could have happened. I won’t see that guy again. It was a dare. No more.

Even though I didn’t know what the professor said for the first half, I tried to pay attention now and take some notes. Finals are coming up and I need to be prepared. I know chemistry like the back of my hand, but I could always learn more.

When class is dismissed, I pack my bag and drag my feet, still thinking about what I did over the weekend. I want to do it again. Not with some rando Bryson picked out, but with the fluffy man that I’d already sucked off. I want to touch and kiss all over that belly that I only got to peck once.

It’s only when Evan throws his arm around my shoulder that I’m jerked me out of my contemplations. I look up at him with a grin. I’d checked on him yesterday and he said he was doing much better, if not a little dehydrated. I’m glad to see he’s doing better now.

“Hey, handsome,” I mutter, throwing an arm around his waist.

“Hey, yourself. You look out of it.”

I shake my head with a smirk. “Yeah, well, Bryson had me do something crazy this weekend and I can’t stop thinking about it. My mind keeps drifting back to it.”

Evan raises an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

Sending him a smile, I relay everything that’d happened. Starting with menotwanting to play truth or dare, but glad I did. Then I tell him how Bryson picked out the exact man I would go for—even if I hadn’t been prompted to play his silly game—and how the man won’t leave my mind, though I don’t even know his name.

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