Then, like she knows I’m contemplating marrying her ass, her eyes—those big brown doe-eyes—look up and latch onto mine while I fervently thrust into her mouth, making this the single most erotic moment of my entire life.

Winter Sommers makes giving a blowjob in a public restroom classy. And the fear of knowing I’m about to dump all of my rules out the fucking window of a speeding car that’s been set on fire ceases to exist when my balls tighten, giving me zero warning before I explode into her throat like a teenager coming for the first time.

“That… fucking… throat…” I growl the words with each thrust into her mouth until my hips slow to a stop.

Winter swallows me down with a smile, pumping her mouth over my cock a couple more times before she releases me with a pop. Then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, stands, and smooths out her dress like the goddamn goddess she is.

She lifts onto her toes to kiss my lips while I ungracefully stuff myself back into my pants with a lazy smile that makes me look like a fucking doofus—a virgin doofus who’s just been wanked off for the first time, regardless of the extent of my sexual prowess.

“This means nothing,” she says, leaving the stall and walking out of the bathroom door.

I straighten my spine to my full height, panting for a moment, regaining whatever cool I have left in me.

Oh yes it does, Baby Bulldog. Yes, it fucking does.

FIFTEEN

WINTER

A blowjob in a public restroom.

Not my finest hour, but my god, the need to reward Aleck for his good behavior was strong. I mean, he’s been trying to get into my panties since we met, and I finally gave him the go-ahead. I practically begged him for it. I’d like to blame the wine, but honestly, I was barely buzzed. I was totally coherent and horny—horny for Aleck.

Plot twist: He declined.

Not because he didn’t want to nail me against the bathroom stall. But because he didn’t want to fuck me for the first time in a bathroom. Alluding to the notion that if he had gone through with fucking me in the bathroom, it wouldn’t be the only time he’d want to.

That would break his no repeats rule, and I’m not quite sure how that makes me feel.

And yeah, okay, he said, “I occasionally like to find the ugliest girl in the club and face-fuck her in the bathroom,” which is like the crudest, most terrible thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. But like, he wasn’t serious, right? And anyway, that was when we first met. He was drunk and hated me, and most likely trying to get under my skin.

So, in conclusion, he totally deserved that beej.

What can I say? Thoughts escape me when Aleck is concerned. Rational ones, anyway.

After I left the restroom, I went back to the table to join my friends, who didn’t seem to think anything of me being gone for longer than usual. For all they knew, I had a tummy ache, or the wine hit me wrong.