Page 82 of Mistaken Prejudice

“I’m influencing.” I chuckled at my own joke as I pushed Andrei’s sweats and boxers down to his mid-thighs and watched the way his hard cock bounced in front of me.

“Here?” He almost choked as I took his stiffening dick in my hand. “Oh, fuck. I-I don’t think it’s smart.”

I swear to God, I will never get enough of him.

“Your dick doesn’t seem to agree with you.” I gave his throbbing length a long stroke from the base to the tip before he gave up and leaned his head back against the stall door.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned quietly as I increased my pace, urging him to move his hips.

Andrei was so sexy. With his bottom lip drawn between his teeth and his eyes closed, he looked like a masterpiece. Every dark lock of his messy hair was perfectly in place. His wild eyebrows were curved in divine pleasure and his strong jaw clenched with each groan he tried to conceal.

Due to his injuries, my man was limited in movement, so I pulled my aching cock out of my pants and grabbed us both in my hand as I started to rub us together.

Pre-cum smeared all over us, making the friction easier, as I stroked us hard and fast.

Andrei was at a loss for words ’cause all he managed to do was groan and moan as I brought us both toward our limits. He was so perfect that I wanted to be good to him. So good he’d want no one else but me.

“Miles.” He hissed a moment before his hips jolted forward and hot jets of cum exploded all over my hand. All I needed were two more strokes before I joined him and coated my palm with my own creamy release.

“I wish it were inside of me,” I murmured as I played with the sticky mess between my fingers, and then an idea popped inside my head and I brought my cum-coated fingers to my lips and sucked them clean. Moaning at the flavor.

“Holy shit,” Andrei groaned before he grabbed my hand and pulled my fingers out of my mouth, only to replace them with his hungry tongue. A deep groan left his throat as he tasted us both on my tongue and he grabbed the back of my neck and brought me closer until we were both out of breath.

He moved from my lips and scraped his teeth along my jaw. “You drive me insane.”

“It’s the other way around,” I promised him before he kissed me again.

We were both startled by the sound of someone walking into the bathroom and getting into the next stall. We waited in silence until the water flushed and the person went out of the bathroom. Eww, without washing your hands?

“I think it’s better if we go now,” Andrei whispered as he tucked himself back in, while I did the same.

“Cool, ’cause I’m hungry.”

“Did the sound of flushing water make you hungry?” He laughed as we snuck out of the stall and moved to wash our hands.

“Nope. But the thought of the beach club’s fried chicken did.”

“The beach club?”

“Yeah.” I waved my hands in the air to get them dry. “The one you work in. It’s a ten-minute drive from here, so let’s go.”

Andrei

If there was one thing I truly hated, it was visiting my place of work when I wasn’t working. Being served by people you know and work with always felt awkward. It made me feel like a first grader who tried to impress his teacher. I wanted to enjoy myself, but at the same time, I didn’t want to burden my coworkers.

“Look at that. We’re viral,” Miles said from his seat in front of me, his eyes glued to his phone. We sat in one of the club’s booths at the beach restaurant.

“We are?” I asked as I leaned over the table to look at his screen. The photo he uploaded just a while ago had close to ninety thousand likes. And the comments? People went nuts.

“Ha.” He laughed while answering some comment asking if I was his boyfriend. “I’ve lost so many followers thanks to this image but gained even more. We should take more pictures together.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why not?” His eyes found mine as he gave me a half smile that I returned. My face always hurt from how much I smiled around the guy.

“Are you ready to order? Or are you too busy staring into each other’s souls?” I rolled my eyes at the sound of Diesel’s raspy voice. Slowly peeling my gaze from Miles, I looked up at where my best friend was standing by our table, dressed in the club’s uniform as he waited to take our order. Ah, fuck. I hoped he wouldn’t be working today.

“What’s up, bro?”