Free Sticks (Black Addiction #2) by T. Gephart Page A

there was only one stall. Thankfully, given there weren’t many people in the room sporting the Y chromosome, I had the place to myself. Even better. While I would have been happy to just take care of business out in the open—like I said, I was a complete team player—I figured I should probably head into the stall anyway, and do it with less chance of an audience.
    The dude out in the waiting room looked scared enough as it was, I didn’t want the poor guy to feel inferior if he happened to wander in and see what I was packing. Not to brag, but my dick was pretty fucking awesome. The thought alone made me smile as I got to where I needed to be and unzipped my pants, shoving the jar into my pocket for safe keeping.
    My hand went to my dick and pulled it free from my boxers, and while the beast wasn’t hard, it didn’t take more than a few tugs before he suddenly took an interest in what was going on. The effort helped along by how happy I knew it would make Kenzie, my initiative hopefully earning me some brownie points. Maybe even a blowjob later. One could only hope.
    Hmm. My fingers curled around my shaft as I pictured her beautiful red lips around my cock. Her mouth bobbing up and down as she took more of me, her tongue flicking the head on the way out. Fuck yeah. My hand moved faster, as I fixated on every detail of Kenzie’s face, the way she had looked at me when the blowjob had been less daydream and more reality, the curl of her smile when she had me almost begging to let me blow my load.
    Yeah.
    So close.
    Just a little more.
    The beast hardened even more, giving me his seal of approval on the mental imagery my gray matter was tossing around, with my hand on autopilot as the fantasy kicked up an extra notch.
    “Fuck me, Joey,” she’d demanded, pulling her lips from my dick. Her need to have me in her matching my own as she tore her clothes off and showed me that what was underneath was waaaaaaaayyyy better than I’d conjured in my head. Her perfect tits heaved up and down as my eyes steamrolled her entire body, a crime not to take a minute and appreciate how fucking unbelievably beautiful she was.
    “Anything you want, babe,” I’d said, one hundred percent on board with her plan to get inside of her ASAP. The anticipation alone made me want to come, but I wouldn’t give myself that pleasure until I’d heard her moan my name. I wanted to feel her clamp around me so tight and shake, knowing those cries had been at my hand—or dick as the case was.
    “Yes.” The word rushed out as I bent her over the back of the couch and pushed in half way, her wet pussy more than ready for me. My balls cursed the hell out of me as I held there for a minute letting the sensation travel up the length of my dick, wanting it to last as long as possible.
    “You want that, baby?” I’d pushed in a little more, holding back on giving her all that I had. The cry that came out of her giving me all the thanks I needed as I teased her a little more.
    Fuck. I bit down on my lip as the recall got me closer, faster than I’d anticipated. The fucking daydream faded as reality put me right back in the bathroom where I’d been handling my business. Usually I could stave off the urge, but I wasn’t sure if it was the subject matter or something else that had my need to come at desperation levels.
    Oh shit. The special jar I needed was still tucked into my pocket, my pants pushed down around my hips as I looked down at the beast literally seconds from blowing its load. I probably could have planned it better, had it open or something but I had zero contingency plan as my skin tingled and any self control I had went out the window. My free hand managed to grab some toilet paper just in time before I sprayed my jizz all along the toilet door. The fucking feeling so outstanding that my legs buckled under me and my ass hit the toilet seat as my body gave one last shiver.
    Wow.
    “Joey?” A tentative voice called from the door,