Chapter Twenty-Nine Alex #2
I pass the closest bathroom, continuing down the hall to one of the least used bathrooms on campus.
Once there, I lock myself in the furthest stall and lean against the door.
This is probably a stupid idea. I don’t even know where it came from.
There’s just been this simmering impatience under my skin ever since Euan kissed me this morning.
Like if I have to wait one second longer than necessary to feel him fully inside, I’ll boil over and lose part of myself in the process.
I pull the bag out of my pocket and dump the contents into my other hand. A small bottle of lube and the third, largest plug roll along my palm. I stare at them for a long second. Shit, am I really doing this?
Then I picture Euan’s face—the dark, hungry look in his eyes when he found out I’d used the toy while he was gone.
Remember him dropping to his knees in front of me.
His deep voice murmuring: I certainly didn’t expect to come home to such a beautiful sight.
How will he react once he learns I’ve already prepped myself for him, too eager to get his hands, his tongue, his cock in me to concentrate on anything else.
Fuck, I am definitely doing this.
Getting the plug in is tricky. After a little bit of shuffling in the stall, considering my options, I prop one foot on the toilet and lean against the wall to steady myself.
This is one of the least sexy things I’ve ever done.
When I put the first plug in, I was in the comfort of my own home, lying down on a soft bed, with the time to leisurely explore how my body reacted to the sensations.
The second time, I was distracted by Euan’s hands on me, the commands he issued and dirty suggestions he whispered.
This time, it’s just me, in a questionably private environment, with slippery lube and a butt plug that’s a little too big.
I bite my lip as I carefully push the toy in deeper, feeling the way it stretches me open.
It’s not the worst sensation in the world, but the toy isn’t as flexible as Euan’s fingers.
Or as hot and clever as his tongue. It’s just kind of there.
Once the toy is fully settled inside, nudging against my prostate, I take a moment to catch my breath.
The slight stirring of arousal from the physical stimulation has nothing on the overwhelming flames Euan lit yesterday.
My dick isn’t exactly uninterested, but it’s not awake enough to cause trouble.
I quickly pull my underwear and pants back on, checking that there’s no obvious bulge or stain.
Then I open the stall door and take a few steps, testing how everything feels.
The discomfort kind of overshadows the physical stimulation.
I walk in a slow circle, checking that it’s only discomfort and not actual pain, before stopping at the sink to wash my hands.
As soon as the water turns on, the door opens. I stare intently down at my soapy hands.
“Oh, hey, Alex.”
My shoulders tense at the now familiar voice. You’ve got to be kidding me. “Hi, Nick,” I reply, refusing to look up. If he’d come in just a minute earlier …
“Did you get my email?”
What email? I’ve answered so many today that I don’t immediately remember what he’s talking about.
“With the club paperwork?”
The water turns off on its own, deciding that I’m done.
Sighing, I glance at the hand drier on the other side of the room.
It takes all my concentration to keep my back straight and my legs steady as I walk over to it.
Each step makes the toy shift a little. Uneasiness settles in my stomach.
Nick is also a queer man, can he tell something is off? Has he ever—
Nope, cutting the thought off right there. I don’t need to be speculating about my coworker-slash-husband’s-ex-boyfriend’s sex life.
Thankfully, the stretch is more uncomfortable than anything, so at least I don’t have to worry about getting an erection on top of everything else. Nick leans against the sink, arms casually crossed over his chest, waiting for my reply.
As the drier turns on, I consider mimicking his trick from yesterday—replying when he can’t understand me over the noise—but decide against the small act of pettiness, waiting for it to stop instead. “Yes, I got it. I already told you, I don’t think I have time to supervise any clubs.”
“It doesn’t take that much time. Anime meets biweekly on Friday afternoons, Video Games usually hangs out in the student lounge and only need you to sign off on purchase requests et cetera.” He flashes me a charming smile and adds, “Really, I’m giving you the easiest clubs.”
His request is reasonable, and it sounds like he’s put thought into my schedule and interests. I almost give in. But then I think about tomorrow’s meeting with the lawyers, how much of my time and focus this annulment will require. The truth is, I just don’t have the energy to take on new tasks.
Nick tilts his head to the side as he waits for my answer.
“I can’t take over your clubs right now.” I should leave it at that, but I can’t help softening the blow by saying, “Maybe in the fall, when it makes more sense to do a change over.”
I wait for his disappointment, maybe his irritation or anger. For the affable smile to slip from his face. Maybe even for him to threaten to tell people about how I stole his ex-boyfriend in a drunken marriage.
But Nick just shrugs and says, “Sure, fall works for me. I just need to get this sorted before I start my new certification in August. How about we talk about it again in July?” As he passes me, he claps me on the shoulder, giving me a friendly shake.
The motion jostles the toy inside me, and I have to bite down on my lip to suppress any inappropriate noises.
Thankfully he doesn’t notice, just continues to one of the stalls, our conversation over.
The walk back to my desk is slow. With every tiny movement, the toy reminds me of its presence.
I have to actively prevent myself from hunching over and shuffling like an old man.
I pass a few coworkers and nod at them in greeting but don’t linger for any conversations.
Back in the office, Jasmine and Felix are still focused on their own work.
Neither of them comment on how long I was gone.
I settle back down at my desk and look at the clock: four-sixteen. Fuck.
I don’t get any more work done for the rest of the day.