Page 23 of Breaking Vincent

Turns out I managed to gather a lot more spit than I thought, because we are now covered in the stuff.

But I’m horny and I really want to cum, so I tighten my fist and hump into the tight space.

I let my eyes slip to his face. Even though he sounded bored, his eyes give away how much he’s into this. I take a quick peek at his crotch, even though he’s fully dressed, I can see the tented fabric.

Fuck it. I’m already doing it, so I may as well go all out.

Keeping my hand tunnelled around us, I lean back and press my free hand against the back of my calf. Completely exposing myself as I thrust my hips against his foot.

The faster I go, the more I get into it. I throw my head back and moan loudly. The sound of pleasure echoing in the bathroom stall.

I’m so caught up in the bliss that I don’t notice someone walking into the bathroom, it's only when his warm hand closes over my mouth.

He presses down so hard, the zipper on my mask scrapes against my lips. The bite of pain and the risk of getting caught brings me further and further to climax.

I stick my tongue out to lick my lips, tasting my own blood on my tongue is the thing that hurls me over the edge.

My jaw clenches in effort to stay quiet, my stomach clenches so hard that I feel like I’m going to get a stitch or maybe pull a muscle.

I keep my eyes wide open and stare at his face, his eyes darken as he watches me explode all over my hand and his foot.

He keeps the bliss going by digging his foot harder against my dick, and it hurts.

It hurts so fucking good.

By the time I stop coming, I’m leaning over with my forehead against his knee. The stupid mask makes it harder to suck in deeper breaths.

I lift my head up when he jiggles his thigh. “Clean up your mess.”

I’m still panting hard as I reach over to grab some tissue from the toilet roll holder. Happy that he hasn’t told me to clean up the cum with my tongue, I’m shameless AF and I would have done it.

It only takes a few seconds to wipe him as clean as I can without any water or soap. He tilts his head to the lone boot next to us.

Understanding what he wants, I drop the dirty tissue to the floor and pull his sock back on before slipping his foot into his shoe.

He holds his hands out to me, helping me stand up on shaky legs. He also helps me slip my clothes back on, smiling at me the whole time.

The sadistic attitude is nowhere to be found.

“I’ll text you,” he says and then walks out the stall. A short second later I hear the bathroom door open and close.

Chapter 10 –

David

The bathroom door shuts behind me and the noise of the club slowly fills my ears.

My heart beats so hard against my chest I’m surprised everybody in the room can’t hear it.

I can’t believe that just happened. The one rule I had for myself was to not fuck with anybody in the club. I just couldn’t help myself when he was pressed against me.

And to be honest I can’t say I hated it.

I walk towards the main reception room to say a quick goodbye to Bowie. Like always, he smiles when he sees me, “Are you done for the night?”

I lean my hip against the desk, “Yeah I’m done. Is your Daddy coming to pick you up?”

Bowie gets that dopey look on his face, as he always does when he thinks about his partner. “Yeah, he should be here in the next few minutes.”