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“Fuck,” he muttered hoarsely, which made my hips buck even faster as I panted and clawed at his hair.

When he slowed his tunnelling fingers and curved them to rub against my front wall, my entire body spasmed as he found my g-spot with almost frightening accuracy. I had to duck my head and bite down on his neck to stop from crying out as my orgasm hit in a sudden white-hot wave, making my entire body tingle, my limbs go numb and my head pound with static for long, blissful seconds.

As it began to recede, I unclamped my teeth from his neck and sagged forward. Then I heard him let out a breathless huff of amusement against my hair.

I immediately lifted my head to glare at him, but the grin on his face wasn’t at all smug or cocky. He was just smiling at me, looking almost proud to have made me shudder and moan on top of him—to have made me come so unbelievably hard in a bar restroom. But not in an infuriating way, like he was relishing it so he’d get to tease me about it after. It was more like we were sharing a secret. Like he was happy that he’d made me feel good, for no other reason than wanting to make me feel good.

My chest tightened as I stared back at him, hands automatically gentling in his hair. He kissed me again, but this time it was slower and somehow deeper, his tongue gliding languidly against mine as he moaned into my mouth. He gave my clit one last soft stroke with his thumb, making me twitch, before slowly sliding his fingers free and cupping my hot pussy in a soothing touch.

I needed to stop kissing him. This wasn’t… He’d made me come. I was satisfied. It wasn’t like we were a couple who’d snuck off to the restrooms together for some loving, passionate embrace, and now we were basking in the afterglow before leaving hand in hand to do it all again at home. I had to stop kissing him.

But I couldn’t. Not until I became aware of the stiff length in his pants, throbbing against my inner thigh.

Renewed hunger coursed through me, making me kiss him harder before finally tearing my mouth free and clambering to my feet. My legs were wildly unsteady, but that didn’t matter—I was already sinking to my knees between his splayed thighs.

Nuni’s eyes flashed as I tore open his fly and reached in to grasp the smooth base of his hard dick. His hips jerked, muscular chest heaving beneath his thin sweater.

“Anita,” he rasped quietly, his voice ragged, “you don’t have to—”

The bathroom door swung open just as I pulled his dick free. Nuni fell silent, his nostrils flaring as he stared down at me.

“He’s here, Joni.” A woman’s tearful voice echoed around the room as she clomped over to the sinks and dumped her bag, but I was guessing she was on the phone seeing as no one answered. “He’s actually here with his asshole ex, and she’s wearing that dress I tried on at the store the other day…”

I tuned her out as I held his gaze and leaned in to give the head of his dick an open-mouthed kiss. It was already wet with his pre-cum, and the smoky taste of it made me press the tip of my tongue to the tiny slit on his cockhead. Nuni’s hips twitched as a shudder wracked his frame, his hands shooting down to thread through my hair.

He pressed his lips together to stay quiet as the woman babbled tearfully down the phone, pacing back and forth just outside the stall. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue before drawing it into my mouth to suck. A tiny sound came from him as his fingers tightened against my scalp, but the woman didn’t seem to hear it.

I was still gripping the smooth base of his dick, but I pulled back to eye those flaring barbs that began just beneath the head before tapering in size down the shaft. They didn’t look sharp, the downward-curving ends blunt. With a tiny thrill of excitement in the pit of my stomach, I leaned in and lightly feathered my tongue over the biggest spiral of barbs just beneath his cockhead.

They didn’t hurt. At least not like this—I didn’t think it would feel too good to have them raking over the insides of my cheeks. I gave another exploratory lick, then wriggled the tip of my tongue between two barbs to tease the tender skin at the base of them.

“Oh fu—” Nuni cut himself off by clamping his lips together, breathing hard through his nose. The woman outside the stall paused her conversation for a second, then continued on, seemingly more concerned about whatever had upset her.

I glided my tongue down his length, all those downward-facing barbs bumping and compressing before flaring back out as I continued lower. Then I licked back up to test how they felt against my tongue the other way. They still didn’t hurt, but I knew they would if I aggressively rubbed my tongue against them.

That was fine. I’d just have to do this another way.

Returning to his leaking cockhead, I licked up all the fresh pre-cum before drawing it into my mouth. Nuni shuddered, long fingers sliding restlessly through my hair, then jerked with a hard exhale when I started sliding my fist up and down the smooth lower half of his cock.

It was ridiculously long, so I could still get a decent rhythm going. Bringing my other hand into the mix, I carefully fisted his cock just below the head—which was firmly in my mouth—and felt the barbs retract beneath the press of my fingers. Then I smoothed my fist all the way down his length while simultaneously bringing my other hand up to replace it and repeat the motion.

I kept it up, stroking down his length hand over hand as I sucked hungrily on the head and occasionally teased the first row of barbs just below it. Nuni was panting harshly now, slumping lower on the toilet as his hips jerked with tiny thrusts, the urge to shuttle his cock through my fists written all over his tight features.

His brows were pulled low over his heavy yellow eyes, jaw clenched to hold back any sounds. The delicate blue-tinted spikes around his hairline were flexing in a continuous wave, and his flat nostrils flared as he breathed hard and fast, gritting his teeth to stay quiet.

The woman finally ended her phone call and left, heels tapping fast before retreating as the door swung shut behind her. The moment we were alone, I fisted the base of his cock and stroked it hard and fast, moaning around the head as it leaked pre-cum continuously onto my tongue.

“F-fuck.” Nuni’s chest heaved as he gripped my hair, hips thrusting into my hand. “Fuck. I’m gonna—”

I moaned again, not stopping or slowing. Sliding my free hand up his quaking inner thigh, I found his balls through his pants and gave them a squeeze.

“Fuck,” Nuni barked, his voice echoing around the bathroom. “I’m c-coming. Anita—”

I still didn’t pull away, my gut bottoming out when his cock throbbed in my fist and the first line of smoky cum spurted onto my tongue. Nuni was groaning hoarsely, his voice strained as he fisted my hair. His hips twitched and his thighs jerked open wider, knee banging into the partition wall.

I’d seen how much he came before, so I was prepared when his cock didn’t stop shooting for long moments, eagerly swallowing as I squeezed his balls a little tighter to milk out every drop. Nuni shuddered, going limp as his dick gave a last flex beneath my palm. He let out a long, slow breath, and when I finally lifted my head and looked up, he was staring blankly up at the ceiling, his head resting against the wall.

With a wince, I got to my feet. My knees were sore from pressing into the hard tiles, legs still a little shaky. I went to pull my dress back down over my hips, but Nuni caught my hand and tugged me forward.