Chapter 18 - Ryker #2
The urinals are all occupied. None of the men there are Liam. I peer down at the space between the stall door and the floor until I spot Liam’s fancy shoes in the stall at the far end.
I knock on the stall door.
“Occupied!” Liam calls out.
I could force the door open, but there are too many people around.
“My bad,” I answer. “I’ll try another one.”
There’s a beat, then the door flies open while he’s still stuffing his dick back into his pants. “Ry—” He catches himself. “Rider? What are you doing here?”
I step into the stall and shut the door behind me.
Some people in the bathroom snicker, but nobody says anything of it.
“I was in the neighborhood,” I say in a low voice, reaching out for Liam’s hair and pulling tight.
Liam’s breath hitches, and he leans into the touch.
“Didn’t you promise to stay celibate?” I growl against his ear. “You’ve been disobedient, brat.”
“No one’s cock has been in me,” Liam protests. “I was just dancing.”
“Just dancing?” I forcibly turn him around and grind my cock against his ass. “Like that? That’s just dancing?”
He shudders. “Around these parts? Yeah.” He pushes back against me, then pauses before asking incredulously, “Are you… jealous?”
I reach up to squeeze his neck. Liam gasps, but it shuts him up.
Am I jealous?
No.
I don’t get jealous.
I don’t care about other people.
I don’t get entangled in bullshit feelings.
But the drug dealer really would have looked better with his entrails spilling out of him.
I’m about to say something to that extent when I realize a slight abnormality with the bathroom stall we’re in.
There’s a hole cut into the side of the stall.
A fucking glory hole.
I bite down on Liam’s collar. He squirms, and I feel his throat convulsing under my hand.
“Get your cock out again,” I whisper. “Do it, brat.”
He fumbles with his tight leather pants, but he obeys. “Okay,” he says, gripping his cock as he pulls it out.
I release his neck and reach down to give him a quick stroke. Liam moans and leans against me, rolling his hips into my touch.
“No,” I snap. “Fucking brat. Keep your hips still.”
“But—” Liam whines. I slap his jaw lightly, and that shuts him up.
“No moving,” I say as I turn him to face the side of the stall with the hole.
He must notice it immediately, because he breathes out, “Oh, shit. Do you actually want me to shove my dick into some random hole?”
“You’re going to shove your dick in there,” I tell him. Louder, I say, “I’ve got a brat whose cock needs sucking. Looking for volunteers!”
I hear laughter outside, then somebody steps into the stall next to ours.
I push Liam’s cock through the hole.
Liam’s breath catches, and he lets out a loud groan. “Fuck! I— Fuck,” he says more emphatically. “Just like that.” He laughs breathlessly. “I’ve never done this before.”
The man on the other side moans loudly.
“Never?” I ask while I stroke Liam’s chin. “A slut like you?”
“I mean, I’d theoretically be on the other end,” he says, slowly rocking his hips. “But nah. I like getting fucked more than I like sucking cock.”
I grind my burgeoning erection against his ass. “You like laying there and taking it.”
The slurping sounds fill the bathroom, alongside the laughter and whispers.
“Everybody knows what you’re doing,” I whisper to Liam. “They know you’re a fucking slut.”
“Not exactly breaking news.” He laughs again. “I’ve been so good, though. Waiting for you.”
“Have you? No orgasms at all since I left you?” I stroke his neck again, and I imagine slicing it open and letting his blood splatter all over the bathroom stall.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Liam replies. “I jerk off thinking about you all the fucking—” His breath hitches, and he groans. “…time,” he finishes.
Fuck, he’s hot.
“You getting close now?” I ask. “You want to come inside some stranger’s mouth? Or would you rather it be me?”
He turns his head so he can look at me, his eyes dazed. “You. Of course you. Always you,” he replies, licking his lips.
Fuck.
My own cock throbs with arousal, and I tilt his head to force a kiss on him. He mewls against my mouth, his hips jerking while the stranger sucks him off on the other side of the bathroom stall.
“Ry… Rider,” Liam moans. His eyes scrunch shut and his mouth parts, signaling that he’s on the verge of coming.
No.
He doesn’t get to have an orgasm from a stranger.
I forcefully pull him back, away from the hole.
Liam whines loudly. “Rider!” he protests. “I wanna come.”
The stranger on the other side lets out a sigh of disappointment. “Yeah, Rider. Let him come!”
“No,” I growl. “You come on my cock or not at all.” I push Liam toward the toilet and force him to bend over the tank. My cock presses insistently against my fly, my vision swimming just from the knowledge of how desperate Liam must be feeling right now.
He makes another needy sound. “Then fuck me,” he demands. “I want your cock in my ass right here, right now.”
I unzip my fly and pull my cock out. I spit into my hand, then reach forward in front of Liam’s face. “Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.”
Liam shakes his head and spits into my hand, too, but I know he’d take me dry if I wanted him to.
He’d do anything I wanted him to.
I coat my erection with the spit. Maybe I need to start carrying those little lube packets around, if I want a smoother glide. I line myself up and say, “Ready, brat?”
Before he can answer, I thrust inside.
He cries out, his back arching. “Fuck! Rider, God, fuck,” he babbles.
Liam is so fucking tight, and without lube there’s a slight burn as I thrust inside him. I sink into him, relishing the heat.
Sweat drips down the back of Liam’s neck as I start thrusting into him.
What would that neck look like at a slightly wrong angle, with rope tightened around him? What would he feel like, crying out in pain while I fucked him?
Would he still cry my name with the same reverence?
Fuck, I wish I could smell copper around us, I wish I could cut Liam and expose his heart to me.
I grip the back of his neck and squeeze.
He’s breathing hard and fast, and I wonder if he’s thinking about anything or if he’s focused on this moment, of the feeling of me fucking him.
I’m so close. Just a few more thrusts.
“Please, please, please,” Liam murmurs as his hole tightens around me.
He’s going to come untouched again.
Absolutely not.
I pull out with a growl and drag my cock across his ass cheeks. Liam whines, and that fuels my desire. I stroke myself two more times, pleasure slamming into me and coming all over Liam’s back.
“Rider!” he protests as I paint his back with my cum. “Oh, come on, I’m gonna have blue balls the rest of the night!”
“You’re going to have blue balls for the rest of the week,” I say with a dark chuckle. I hold him down while I focus on steadying my breathing.
“What?” he asks. “Oh, no. No, no, no. If you expect me to go a week without coming, you’re delusional.”
Some people outside laugh.
I grab some toilet paper to wipe myself and Liam off. “I expect you to come when I tell you to, or not at all.”
Liam makes a frustrated sound. “But you said it yourself. I’m a slut. I will literally die if I try to go without coming. I think I told you that! It’s a valid medical condition and everything!”
I finally release Liam. He stands up, and as soon as he turns around, I grab his erection.
He smiles at me.
I pinch the skin of his balls and twist.
Liam shrieks. “What the fuck, you goddamn sadist!” He grabs my wrist, trying to get me to let go.
I wait until his erection has fully wilted before I release him.
“If you’re having trouble keeping it in your pants, you can always do that,” I say smugly.
“You are such a dick!” he snarls at me, quickly tucking his cock back away like he expects me to reach for it again. “God, I was so close twice and you ruined it. You’re the worst.”
I zip up my jeans while he rants. When he’s done, I grip his chin and force him to look up at me.
“You want me?” I ask quietly.
His expression turns wary. “Yes… but that doesn’t mean you’re not a goddamn sadist.”
“I’m a sadist,” I agree against his lips. “But these are my rules, brat. You can always refuse. You never have to see me ever again.”
He instantly shakes his head. “No. No, that’s not…” He narrows his eyes at me. “Oh, this is so not fair. So not fair.”
I kiss him, and as I expected, he melts into my arms and gives into me.
I don’t think I’ve ever kissed any man as often as I’ve kissed Liam.
Actually.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed anyone at all.
Somebody pounds on the door to the stall. “Okay, show’s over! Let somebody else use the fucking toilet.”
“You mean the toilet for not fucking,” another voice responds.
I laugh and pull away from Liam. “Come on, brat. I’ll drop you off at home.”
He pouts at me. “But I wasn’t done dancing! You should come dance with me.” His eyes flick over me. “You look hot.”
“I thought you wanted me to go to your thing tomorrow.” I shrug. “I’m not dancing both nights.”
Liam startles, then he beams at me. “You’re gonna come tomorrow? Really? Really-really?”
“I don’t have anything else planned,” I answer.
I open the stall door and wrap my arm around Liam to pull him out with me.
We get several claps and some cheering.
Shit, this is way too public. These people are going to remember me.
I glance down at the brat, though, with his flushed face and disheveled hair, and I can’t get myself to regret it.