Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Tim
A SWITCH FLIPS. KEANNEN shoves me away, then snatches my shirt to drag me stumbling after him toward the bathrooms across the hall. He doesn’t pause to check if there’s anyone inside. He slams the door open and drags us in regardless.
Before I have time to see more than a glimpse of linoleum and urinals, he’s on me.
My back hits cool tile as Keannen kisses me so hard our teeth clack. It’s not a great start to a kiss, but neither of us care. We don’t care that this is messy, that it’s ugly, that it’s definitely a horrible idea. Something in that hallway set us in motion like springs stretched to their limits and finally released. The frantic, wild energy has us bouncing into the walls of the bathroom, stumbling as we clutch at each other. I don’t know who’s in charge anymore. For a second, out in the hall, it almost felt like I was, but then Keannen pulled me in here and everything dissolved into chaos.
We hit the lone stall in the bathroom. The door gives way, which is perhaps the only reason we duck into some proper cover instead of doing this out where anyone could walk in on us. Keannen shoves the door shut, but doesn’t pause to lock it, crowding me up against one flimsy stall wall. He fists his hands in my shirt, and I stand there like a mannequin moved into place, his to bend and wield as he wills.
“Ruin you?” he says, repeating my final plea out in the hall. “You have no idea what that means.”
“I don’t,” I admit.
It isn’t stopping heat from crackling inside me. The predatory glint in Keannen’s eyes stokes the flames higher, until I’m shamelessly burning in his grasp.
His hand darts down. It’s so fast I gasp and arch. Suddenly, his hand is in my pants, grasping my cock. His other hand clutches my shirt, pinning me in place. I writhe as he strokes me, fast, hard, merciless. In a flash, my cock is hard and poking out of my undone pants.
“Shit,” I whimper, squirming against the plastic wall at my back.
Keannen doesn’t let go, doesn’t even loosen his grip. He glares at me like he’s about to fight me while his hand strokes in a brutally unrelenting rhythm. The rush is so fast, so brilliant, it’s almost painful, and I grab at the hand holding my shirt.
Keannen only clasps me tighter.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to run away now,” he says. “You started this, Freckles.”
I did, and I have no idea if this is what I was looking for, but I definitely don’t want it to stop, no matter how pleading the noises that leap from my throat.
Keannen looks me dead in the eyes, then ducks his head. I hear him spit, feel him stroke it along me. It doesn’t help all that much in a practical sense, but the tremor it sends through me ties my insides into knots.
He leans in closer, so close I think he might kiss me, but stops short. While his hands work, his eyes pick over me like vultures tearing the final scraps off a carcass. He’s already devoured me during this tour, but clearly he’s going to make sure there’s nothing left by the time he’s through with me.
“Can’t believe you came crawling back,” he says in a low rasp that scratches against my throat. “You just can’t stop yourself, can you?”
“No.”
It’s a gasp, a wavering breath, but it’s also the truth. I thought after he rejected me that it would hurt so bad I’d never want to see him again, yet talking with Cameron only ignited my determination to confront Keannen. Even in this moment, I know this isn’t one-sided. I know he isn’t touching me like this out of some sort of twisted charity. He wants this too, and I don’t care if he ever admits it — I just care that we can keep doing this.
I gasp and arch onto my tiptoes as he twists his hand. Keannen thumbs over the head, issuing a low, harsh chuckle when he finds the pre-cum beading there.
“Already wet for me?” he says. “Little slut.”
I don’t respond, mostly because the only sounds I’m managing to make are incoherent noise. The stall might conceal us, but someone casually passing by in the hall could probably hear me moaning and whimpering in Keannen’s hold. Everything in me condenses to a pinpoint of pleasure, a burning, boiling ball waiting to burst.
“You’re going to blow this quickly?” Keannen says. “Have you been waiting for me all this time, Virgin? Do you get all pent up in your little bunk thinking about me at night?”
“Yes,” I gasp. My eyes snap shut, my breath shreds, but I attempt to answer him. “Yes, yes, I have. Please.”
He snorts, a sound as ugly and harsh as his words, but none of it deters me. For once in my life, I know what I want, and I don’t care if it’s bad for me. I’ve been good my entire life; I’m overdue for some debauchery.
I writhe against the wall at my back, pushing myself into Keannen’s hand, grabbing at his other arm, squeezing my eyes even more tightly shut. That blinding pinpoint inside me condenses until it’s too small, too tense, too delicate. One more stroke, and it breaks .
I shout, voice echoing around the hopefully empty bathroom as I spill over Keannen’s hand. He pumps me through it, giving me no relief until I’m shaking in his hold. Only then does he release my softening cock, but he keeps a hold of my shirt. As a result, when I pry my eyes open, I have to face him — and the mess I’ve made of his hand.
An idea sparks in my brain. I reach for Keannen’s dirty hand and bring it toward my mouth. Eyes locked with his, I lick deliberately along one finger, tasting myself on his skin.
For the first time since this began, Keannen’s smirk falters.
I may not know what I’m doing, but that expression tells me all I need. I take the whole finger into my mouth, sucking on it even as I lower to my knees on the dirty bathroom floor. The stall is not the cleanest, but we’re sweaty from the show, and I’m sucking my own cum off Keannen’s hand, so who gives a shit at this point? Stains on my knees will be the least filthy thing that comes from this.
I leave my pants undone and reach up to undo Keannen’s as well. I’m gratified to find him hard. Was it the finger sucking? Is that what did it for him?
I store that knowledge away for later, but right now I’m facing a cock, a whole hard, naked cock, and it occurs to me that I have no idea how to do this. I’ve seen it plenty of times in porn, but people always say porn is unrealistic. I don’t know how deep it’s supposed to go or whether it’ll feel weird or whether it’s too big to fit, but I push all that aside and let instinct drive me. The one thing I do know is that I want this. I want to taste him. I want to feel him. I want him in my mouth with a sudden, bright intensity I can’t deny.
I lean forward, kissing the tip, then the shaft. It’s hot, like, physically hot, and salty and musky as well. When I return to the top, I open my lips. Keannen lets me find my own way onto his cock, my lips closing around it before I sink downward. The weight slides across my tongue. I make sure to open wide so my teeth don’t scrape, that part is obvious enough, but when I sink down him I just sort of … keep going. I’m not gagging, and something inside me wants him deeper, wants him as deep as I can take him, so I simply continue.
It surprises me when I reach the wiry hairs at his base. I swallow around the thick cock filling my mouth. Above me, Keannen issues the most wonderful and strangled and genuine moan I’ve ever heard in my life. That part definitely isn’t like porn, where even I can tell most of the sound is fake.
“Fuck,” he rasps, the word dusting through my hair.
He uses his clean hand to grab my hair, and though he grasps hard enough for it to prickle my scalp, he doesn’t push or pull.
Maybe because he doesn’t need to.
My eyes close on their own. I may be doing this for the first time, but I already know what I want. I brace against his thighs, bobbing my head without him asking or pushing at all. He couldn’t stop me doing it even if he wanted to. I love the feel of his cock heavy on my tongue and probing at my throat. Occasionally, I do go down far enough that my throat closes up, a tight, choking sensation briefly seizing me, but then I pull away and it recedes just as easily.
That encourages me to go harder, faster, to plunge down him more boldly, testing limits I’m exploring for the first time in my life. I always assumed this activity was only fun on the other side of it, but shit, do I love having him in my mouth. If I knew it was this fun, maybe I would have said yes back in high school, but I was holding onto some piece of my parents’ image of me back then.
No need for that anymore.
My parents don’t want me. Hell, even Keannen doesn’t want me, but he’ll have me. Like this. On my knees in a filthy bathroom stall while we both smell like sweat from performing. Tonight, that’s close enough to love to count.
I dive up and down him, and his hand seizes at my hair. Low grumbles of pleasure shiver through him and down my throat, encouraging me along. I do that swallowing thing again, and he sucks in a breath, yanking at my hair hard enough for it to hurt.
Storing away that reaction, I bob and plunge. My throat grows ragged, my jaw and knees aching, but mild discomforts aren’t going to stop me. Even when Keannen pulls at my hair and grunts “careful” it doesn’t stop me.
“For real,” he says a second later. “You don’t… I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
Fuck yes is the first and only thought that hits me in response.
I didn’t know that was a thing I wanted, but when Keannen proposes it, my whole body stirs. If my cock could plump again so soon, it would, but since it can’t, I just keep going, ignoring Keannen’s warning.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “You … you can’t blame me. I w-warned you. Stupid … fucking virgin.”
Suddenly, his hips snap forward. It nearly chokes me, and I grasp at his thighs to steady myself. Then something hot and salty shoots down my throat, and pure instinct makes me swallow and swallow and swallow until Keannen is groaning and dragging himself free of my mouth.
He stumbles back a step, sagging against the far wall of the stall and staring at me like he doesn’t recognize me.
He’s shaken.
It takes me a second to realize it, but as soon as I see it, it’s gone. Keannen straightens, abruptly fixing himself.
“You’ll get diseases that way,” Keannen says.
“Sorry, I just thought…”
“What?” he snaps.
I shrug, too light and buzzy for deception. “I just wanted to do it.”
Keannen stares at me for a moment, his face so carefully blank it’s eerie. Then he shakes his head. “Don’t pull that shit with anyone but me,” he says. “You don’t know if people are gonna give you some weird STD or something.”
The warning about diseases soars past me. The way he phrased that… It was like he was saying we’d do this again. It was like he was saying I was his, and should only do this with him. I know it’s stupid when he made it clear that’s not how things are, but how can I tell my heart that when he contradicted himself so blatantly?
I rise, taking a chance while I’m still bold from satiation. I approach him, trying to get close, to seal this weird encounter with a kiss, but Keannen stops me with a hand to the chest.
“That’s not how this is going to go,” he says. “I already explained. If you can’t handle that, then don’t keep coming back to me wanting more.”
My heart crashes down to my feet, but I try to hide my disappointment. “Okay, sure, I get it.”
“Do you?”
He stares at me for a moment, our eyes locked.
Without waiting for my answer, he leaves.