Page 7 of Love Game
It’s pretty obvious I’m not going to tell him to piss off. Actually, his proximity and that smirk have the opposite effect. He smiles as he looks down at the front of my elf shorts. They’re so tight, they hide nothing.
“You look pleased to see me,” he says.
“Shut up.”
“Shut me up, then.”
I should. But my hands stay by my sides, powerless, as he shoves the candy bar in his pocket. He inches my hot pants down and gives me a questioning look. I nod, hating myself. He doesn’t waste time, dropping to his knees and taking me deep in his mouth so fast my thoughts scramble. My legs are braced against a stupid public toilet and this is the least romantic thing ever, but it still feels fuckinggoodas he sucks me hard, running his hands to the base of my shaft and then around to squeeze my ass cheeks. His hot tongue plays with my tip and my eyes roll back. I’m hit with the surreal thought that I’m about to come in apublic toilet. Then I hear the outside door open, the one that leads to the mall. Dane leaps to his feet. He puts down the seat of the toilet and climbs on it to hide his feet. Only my elf shoes are visible below the stall door now.
“Alex?” It’s Malachi’s voice.
“Yeah…” My voice comes out choked with arousal. Maybe he’ll think I’m constipated or something. Not that that’s much better.
“Are you alright?” he says.
“Yeah, be out in a minute.”
“Hurry up. Áine’s on the treadmill and she’s starting to struggle.”
“Coming now,” I say.
Dane covers his mouth with his fist, holding back a laugh at my unfortunate phrasing. I hold my breath. The outer door finally swings closed.
“That was close,” Dane says, jumping down onto the floor again.
“You say that like it’s my fault.Youburst in onme.”
He shrugs, looking punchable. “You could’ve said no.”
Like I ever have the strength to do that.
“Are you going to finish the job or what?” I growl. My dick is crying out for him.
He raises his eyebrows. “Say pretty please.”
I size him up. The look in his cold blue eyes says that’s he’s very capable of leaving me like this. The only thing sadder than letting Dane suck me off in a public toilet would be finishing myself off, alone, in a public toilet, while thinking about Dane.
“Pretty please,” I say.
His lips twitch with smug amusement before he wraps them around me again. He finishes me off fast and swallows as I lean my head against the side of the stall, heartbeat pounding, senses soaring. Why can the most irritating person in the whole town make me feel so good? I ride the wave of pleasure for as long as possible, trying to forget who caused it. When I come back down I’m still in a manky public toilet. Gross. Dane is watching me shamelessly like I’m his personal porn channel while stroking himself to climax. When he’s done he casually grabs a handful of loo roll to wipe himself off. He pulls up his Santa trousers.
“See you,” Dane says. He smiles, and it looks like a weapon. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad at me.”
He kisses a fingertip and presses it to my lips before I can think of an answer. Then he slips away without another word.
Asshole.
I leave the stall and look in the mirror; Dane’s already gone. My eyes are starry and glazed like I just saw paradise. I can’t go out there like this. I fix my hair and wait for the flush on my cheeks to fade. Then I stride with confidence back out into the shopping center, trying not to look like I’m doing the walk of shame. No one else could possibly know what just happened. It’s the last thing they’d expect considering how Dane and I treat each other at the club. The bells on my shoes jingle, drawing all eyes to me as I walk. The ends are hooked up and tied so the toes are all curly, like something from a fairytale. I’m belatedly realizing that it’s probably not the best footwear for running. Maybe I should’ve gone for the Santa outfit after all… but Malachi is already calling me over.
“You’re up,” he says.
He gestures to Áine who’s still on the treadmill, appearing to be on her last legs. But Dane steps forward.
“I’ll go next,” he says.
Asshole, trying to impose himself as usual. He shoves past me, bumping my shoulder. It almost makes me topple right over in my curly boots. I don’t want to start a fight in front of half the tennis club, not to mention half the town. I bite back a retort. He jumps onto the treadmill with a look aimed only at me. The looks says:beat this. Idiot. This is supposed to be about raising money for the club, not putting me in my place. He just can’t help himself. I should’ve known he’d be up for a competition, as usual.
He sets a good pace, settling into an effortless rhythm, arms pumping. Áine peels off her Santa hat and chugs sips of water from a bottle until the redness in her cheeks gradually dies down. By the look on her face as she watches Dane run, she hasn’t forgiven him for cheating any more than I have. But the guilt isn’t slowing him down at all. He’s the fastest of the club sofar, according to Malachi. Shit. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to beat this. It proves that he’s a lot fitter than me, as if I didn’t already know. But I’ll die trying.