30. Lance #3
A guy walking past gives a double take, then tosses me a knowing little smile. Another man at the bar glances over, eyebrows raised in clear amusement. They know. They absolutely know.
“George,” I hiss, voice cracking. My breath is coming faster. “You—fuck, that’s—”
George leans in slightly. “Just testing if it works.”
He pulls the remote from his pocket and with his thumb, lazily turns the intensity up another notch.
The setting kicks higher. Stronger, pulsing bursts that make my hole grip greedily around the toy. A tiny whimper escapes me. I try to cover it with a cough and fail.
“Guess it does,” he says, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “And it’s got so many fucking buttons. I’d love to push every single one.”
I give him the eye. My tongue feels too heavy in my mouth. I’m almost drooling. My body wants to bend over the table right here, pants down and ass up. I’m pulsing, aching to be spread open and exposed for him—to let everyone see how greedy I am for this fucking toy he’s controlling.
“Mother. Fucker.” I breathe, voice barely holding together.
He just keeps his eyes on me, stubborn.
“It’s fascinating,” he leans further toward me, murmuring against my ear, “how fucking responsive you are. Can’t even hold back with a whole bar full of people. You can barely sit still. You like this, don’t you? Knowing they might see exactly how much your hole is twitching for me right now.”
He pushes another button. The ruthless vibrations intensify. My vision goes fuzzy and I’m fighting with everything I have not to moan out loud. I press my forehead against my fist, trying to breathe through it.
“George,” I gasp, words cutting off into a near-whimper. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”
He stands up smoothly and places a steadying hand on the small of my back.
“Come with me.”
The walk to the bathroom is absolute torture.
The vibrator shifts inside me with every step, grinding hard and perfect against my prostate. Pleasure sparks up my spine. My thighs melt from under me. It takes extreme effort to keep my mouth from moaning as we cut through the crowd. I swear I look desperate to be fucked.
By the time George locks the stall door behind us, I’m deliciously shaking.
He spins me around without a word, pushes me up against the wall, and yanks my pants and underwear down in one sharp motion. Cool air hits my bare skin as he drops to his knees behind me. Anyone glancing under the stall door would see everything—my pants around my ankles, George on his knees.
He spreads my cheeks wide with both hands and groans at the sight.
“Fuck, what a pretty hole,” he murmurs, voice thick. “All puffy and flushed from the vibration. Still twitching like it doesn’t want to let that toy go. So used already…and still so fucking eager.”
This time, I set a moan free, my forehead pressed against the cool wall.
The vibrator is still buzzing on a low setting inside me.
George clicks the remote, ramping it up until the pulses turn sharp and insistent.
My hips twitch uncontrollably. My legs shake so badly I can barely keep myself upright.
Then he pulls it out, torturously slow, and replaces it with his tongue.
The sensation is devastating.
Wet, scorching heat. The rough scratch of his trimmed beard drags across my sensitive, buzzing skin. His tongue pushes inside me like he can’t get enough, licking deep, tasting every inch of me. I moan loud—way too loud—the sound echoing off the stall walls. Someone outside definitely hears.
George eats me out with single-minded focus, beard burning deliciously against my hole as he devours me. Every lick, every thrust of his tongue sends stars to my eyes. My precum drips onto the floor.
“George—fuck—I can’t—” I whimper, begging.
He stands up, rolls on a condom with hurried hands, and pushes inside me in one smooth, deep thrust.
I climax almost the instant his cock gets inside of me, my hole finally getting the thick, real stretch it’s been aching for after all that fucking tease.
Still, he keeps thrusting. Deep. Hard. Unforgiving.
A broken, delirious cry rips out of me as my cock, though untouched, spills all over the wall.
George fucks me straight through it, dragging every last pulsing wave of pleasure out of me until I’m shaking and moaning like I’ve completely lost my mind.
We’re both panting.
From just outside the stall, a teasing voice calls out, “Shit. That’s hot as hell, boys. Wish my man would rim me like that.”
George curses under his breath. I just press my burning forehead to the cool wall, flushed and glowing and completely wrecked.
He cleans me up gently, helps me pull my pants back up, and guides me out of the stall before I can say anything too stupid.
“Sorry,” George mutters to the guy waiting outside, looking mildly embarrassed.
I’m still shaky on my legs, but I manage a weak grin. And say something stupid.
“Yeah…first time getting my ass eaten in a public bathroom,” I tell the man, voice hoarse. “Five stars. Would recommend. Tongue technique is ten out of ten.”
George just shakes his head, looking far too proud of himself to rein me in. He steers me toward the exit with a firm hand on my lower back.