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Paul was normal, all things considered. He worked a normal job. He kept his home decorations minimal and inoffensive. He met his girlfriend at her job and had been going from there. Nothing about him set him apart from the crowd.
In terms of his sexual interests, well, he tried to not linger on those, and was careful to keep his searches in the incognito tab.
Apparently, though, he wasn't that great about remembering to close out tabs. One instance of Emma using his laptop later, and he was now sitting in a corner booth at the Birdhouse with her, a bottle of beer clutched nervously in his hand. He swished it back and forth and watched as a few bubbles rose to the surface. He had vaguely hoped it would sooth his nerves, but it absolutely hadn't. An actual swig from the bottle did little more than turn his mouth vaguely bitter. Anxiety thrummed through him as he tapped his nails on the tabletop, the motion only stopped by Emma's hand on top of his. All things considered, her posture was far too relaxed, as if they really were just there for drinks.
Paul hesitantly cleared his throat.
“Listen, maybe we should just-”
“Paul,” Emma's voice and eyes were both sharp. Cutting. His mouth instantly snapped shut. “We talked about this. Say the word, and we leave and forget the idea. Okay? This is for you, not for me. I'm not twisting your arm here,” Emma stroked her thumb gently against the side of his hand as she spoke, her tone softened to something more fit for a spooked animal. Paul certainly felt like one at the moment, like a dog that had realized it was going to the vet. The entire scenario had been a bad idea, and he never should have-
“Paul?” Emma sounded properly worried now, and Paul grimaced a little bit. Tonight was supposed to be fun, and he had ruined it before it even started. Two fingers tapped on the back of his hand three times. Check. He hesitated. Now or never. If he left now, he knew they'd never try this again.
With all of the nerve he could muster, he snapped his fingers once, not sure if his voice would work. Keep going. It was just nerves, Paul could work past nerves. Emma loosely squeezed his hand with a smile, and a somewhat embarrassing sense of joy filled him.
Then, Emma's hand was off of his, and she was brushing imaginary dust off her pants.
“Well, if you're done getting in your own head about this, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.” She got up without another glance, moving towards the men's room instead of the women's. Of course she wasn't going to the women's. Paul knew the plan. She was going to wait for him in there. Wait in the second stall from the door, where a hole had been carved out of the cheap plastic.
A hole she was expecting him to stick his dick through. To get sucked off by a stranger. With her watching.
Fuck.
Another swig of beer, just to shove down the returning nerves. He could do it. He'd been thinking about this kind of thing for as long as he'd had fantasies. He just needed to not lose his conviction.
Paul gave it a minute. Two. Just long enough to not be suspicious. Before he could once again begin to overthink it, he followed after her with a forced calm and meticulously casual posture. Not slow enough to seem aimless, not fast enough to get attention. The sound of the door shutting behind him was enough to make him flinch.
He wanted this, Paul reminded himself. He could go through with this. Someone was probably already on their knees in that other stall, a complete stranger ready and willing to take whatever they were given. Willing to suck Paul off until he was whimpering and helplessly fucking into their mouth, and Paul would never have a clue who it had been, never know the face or name of whoever had turned him into a sobbing mess of pleasure. He would be ruined, and never even get the dignity of knowing who did it. Just an unknown shade that had wrung him dry and left him wrecked.
Warmth simmered in his gut at the thought.
Paul forced another deep breath.
Okay.
With a gentle push, the door to the second stall creaked open. Paul hesitantly looked in. Relief washed over him as he made eye contact with Emma, arms crossed and leaning back against the wall of the stall. Almost immediately he was crowded up against the stall door, and he heard the lock slide into place. Emma looked up at him with a small smile.
“You know, for a second there, I thought you’d chicken out. You going to be okay?”
Paul nodded, and then hands were fisted in his shirt collar, yanking him down to Emma’s level, his lips almost touching hers.
“Good boy.”
Paul’s head practically slammed back against the stall as Emma kissed him forcefully, her grip of his shirt still tight enough to make her knuckles white. Paul kissed back eagerly. Emma’s lips against his were soft and perfect even as the kiss itself was sloppy and rough. She pushed her small frame even more against him, leaned up on her toes just to reach his lips, forceful enough to make him groan with growing arousal.
Those hands stayed fisted in his collar, kept him pulled close, kept him from even having a chance to breath. Paul’s head began to spin. A quick but gentle tap to her hand made her let go, and he could only struggle to catch his breath. Paul kept his eyes shut as he panted. His face burned with heat, and his pants were beginning to grow uncomfortably tight.
Emma kept him shoved against the door, panting softly as well. Lust and something unreadable shined in her eyes as Paul felt her move her leg, pressing it against his cock, firmly enough to make him choke on a moan at the pressure. His hips bucked, and he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t keep from grinding against her thigh. They had barely kissed, but was still wound up enough to only be able to helplessly chase any relief he could get. Emma’s grip settled on his hips, and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, head bowed as he kept rocking against her.
Emma tried to catch his lips again. She kissed him softly for just a moment, and Paul tried his hardest to kiss her back. But his head was still spinning, his breath still stuck in his chest, and he pulled away as he panted desperately against her lips.
“Please,” He barely let his voice reach a whisper. Pain made him hiss as Emma nipped his lip in response, even as his dick twitched against her leg from the pain.
“Hey. Rules.”
Paul opened his mouth for a moment to answer, but closed it again. Right. That had been the one rule for this: nothing identifiable. His name wouldn’t be said, and he wouldn’t speak. Emma, for her part, didn’t give a shit about whoever else was there recognizing her. But for Paul, that was most of the appeal. The anonymity.
All Paul could do in response was tuck his head against Emma’s shoulder and whimper. The leg between his began to rub against him again, just enough to tease. He could barely hear her quiet laugh as he groaned at the friction.
“What, changed your mind? Gonna just hump me until you come?”
Even as he shook his head, Paul kept rubbing against her. The layers of fabric were too much, it wasn’t enough, but it was something, and he just needed anything at that moment. Anything for the arousal that was beginning to build into an ache, even from the minimal contact.
“You sure? I wouldn’t give a shit,” Emma gave a small shrug as she continued, “Make them hear you come in your pants like a high schooler. Let a stranger know you couldn’t even last long enough to get your dick sucked,” Paul pulled back slightly as she moved her head, and after a moment he realized she was nodding towards the hole in the wall. The moan he let out at the thought was embarrassingly loud.
Emma had no clue how tempting that was. The thought of just staying tucked against her, rutting against her leg, fucking himself against her until he came, leaving whoever was on the other side to just listen to him falling apart. He whimpered as he gripped at Emma’s shoulders, desperately trying to find purchase against her. Suddenly, she was pulling away, her hands now on his chest and keeping him at arm’s length as she gave him a wide-eyed look, her face flushed.
“Fuck, you actually like that idea, don’t you?” Emma sounded breathless. She stared at him with something he couldn’t decipher. Surprise? Awe?
“Alright, we’re shelving that for later, but we are talking about that at home,” She kissed him gently as she pulled back again, her hands back on his hips. Before Paul could kiss her back, Emma was spinning him around, pulling him away from the door and shoving him against one of the walls, the plastic of the stall rough against his cheek. Emma pressed herself firmly against him and Paul could feel her head tucked between his shoulder blades.
"But for now, I think there's something better you could be doing,” Emma’s arms wrapped around him from behind. Holding him close. Paul fought to not lean back into her touch. Emma pressed her forehead into the space between his shoulders.
“Hey. Love you.”
Paul whined in response, tried to twist to look back at her. It was cruel of her. They'd said it before, it wasn't something new, but he couldn't even say it back, couldn't let her know he felt the same. All he could do was look at her desperately, face flushed, eyes locked on hers.
“Alright, stop pouting, I got it. Eyes ahead,” Emma rolled her eyes and patted his arm twice as she spoke, and Paul obediently rested the side of his head against the rough plastic once more. He felt her press a gentle kiss between his shoulders.
“So good for me,” The smile in her voice was enough to make him melt. Then, her hands began to roam downwards, brushing down his stomach. Emma's touch slipped under his shirt teasingly, fingertips dipping under his waistband, and Paul bit his lip. His skin burned everywhere she touched, good and right but not enough . One of those hands slipped away, moving down, sliding over the front of his pants, until-
A steady hand squeezed at his cock, and Paul's eyes slammed shut as he choked back a whimper. He could practically feel Emma's smile against his shoulder blades as she kept groping the straining fabric of his pants. It was an effort to not buck towards the touch.
“God, you’re really this desperate? Just from some dry humping?” Any kindness that had been in her voice was gone, that breathless tone back as she squeezed him again. Another pathetic noise caught in his throat. Paul could feel his face growing redder by the minute. The hand still at his waistband fumbled with his belt for a moment before pulling it open, leaving it on but hanging limply from the loops. The button of his pants was unsnapped and the fly was undone just as quickly, and Paul almost moaned from the relief. Keeping down a real groan of pleasure became increasingly difficult as those hands pushed down his pants, just enough for Emma to toy with the growing wet spot in his briefs. “Have you always been this easy?”
Finally, finally, Emma shoved the fabric down and pulled his cock free. Precum was already dripping down his length from the teasing. Her hand wrapped around his dick, giving him a firm stroke, lingering just long enough to swipe her thumb through the wetness at the tip. Teasing again, cutting through the headiness of finally being touched properly. Paul’s entire body shuddered.
“Ready?”
The nod Paul gave was too quick, too desperate, enough to make Emma laugh softly as she tightened her arms around him. Whatever she had in mind, he was ready for, he wouldn’t even question it. He would give her whatever he asked for as long as she kept touching him.
A hand returned to his hip, Emma’s thumb rubbing slow circles into the skin. Then, his hips were being nudged forward gently, Emma's hand on his cock guiding him into the hole in the stall wall. A moment passed, and another. There was probably nobody there, it was probably all just a waste of time, and he would just have to go home and let the idea fade until forgotten. The embarrassment alone would take forever to recover from.
The hand was gone from his hip, now stroking against his arm.
“You alright? You’re kinda going tense on me.” Emma let go of his cock backed up as she spoke, her other hand still gently petting his arm. He had enough room to just pull away and leave. It was probably the smart choice.
Whoever was on the other side finally moved, and Paul moaned breathlessly as calloused fingers wrapped around his cock. In an instant Emma was on him again. Her arms wrapped around his waist, and her soft laugh was sweet and perfect as the stranger took him in hand.
“There we go,” Emma's voice was practically in his ear, teasing and warm and enough to make it a battle to not just slump back against her. With arms and her voice around him, he was safe. Secure. Paul could feel his thoughts starting to go fuzzy at the edges. It was hard to think past the body pressed against him and the hand now jerking him off.
“God, look at you. Barely had your dick sucked and you're already falling apart on me.”
Paul didn't bother to turn around as he shook his head quickly.
“No? You're not falling apart on me?”
Paul shook his head again and, with more effort than he expected it to take, took his hand off the stall. He could feel his hand shaking as he made a loose grip motion and shook it up and down. For a moment Emma didn’t respond. Paul hissed through his teeth as she then smacked him on the arm hard enough to sting.
“You better not come just from that.”
Almost as soon as she spoke, the touch pulled away. A whimper left Paul against his will at the loss.
Disappointment only lingered for a second before something wet and warm brushed against Paul's cock. A tongue. Paul felt his cock twitch at the realization, and a shiver of pleasure shook through him at the touch. Another lick, from base to tip, and Paul whimpered pathetically.
“I wish you could hear yourself right now. You’re so whiny . Bet they’d agree too.”
Another moan slipped out as she pinched his nipple through his shirt for emphasis, hard enough to make Paul’s hips buck with the pleasure. That hand stayed there, lingered, kept rubbing at his chest with two fingers, stoking the fire in him higher. Whoever was on the other side seemed to take that as a cue to lick away the precum that had been practically dripping from his dick, and Paul couldn’t do anything except helplessly take it with his forehead pressed against the stall once more.
It was equal parts mercy and curse when that tongue pulled away and was replaced with lips wrapped around Paul’s dick. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing, making Paul have to bite his lip to hold back another whimper as they wrapped a hand around what wasn’t in their mouth. Long nails raked across his skin under his shirt, forcing his mouth open with a gasp.
“That didn’t mean I wanted you to be quiet.”
Paul twisted around awkwardly, struggling for a moment before pressing a chaste kiss to Emma’s lips. Hopefully that would read as an apology. Whoever was on the other side sunk down farther on him, taking his cock deeper with each motion, their tongue rubbing against the underside of his dick in a way that was making it hard to stay upright. As much as Paul hated to admit it and loved his girlfriend, the stranger was much better at sucking him off than Emma was.
Emma shifted against his back, probably perched on her tiptoes just to be able to press a kiss against the crook of his neck.
“You want more, baby?”
One snap in response. A shiver ran up Paul’s spine as both Emma’s hands swiftly shoved his pants and underwear down, just enough to expose his ass. And then she was gone, probably just a step away, but it was too much, too far, he needed her there against him. Even with the feeling of wet warmth around him warming his whole body, her being away from him left Paul feeling cold and alone.
“Hey, easy, easy, I’m right here, just give me a second,” Emma was using that spooked animal tone again, but she was still out of reach, too far from Paul, forcing him to endure the growing flames without her. Somewhere behind Paul was the sound of something ripping, but it didn’t matter, it wasn’t important. All that mattered was that Paul needed her back against him.
Relief flooded Paul as one of Emma’s arms wrapped around him again and her body pressed against his back once more.
Emma said something again, but it didn’t register, barely mattered at that moment. The only thing that mattered was that she was there again, touching Paul again. Keeping him close.
Anchoring him.
It was easier to relax with her hold around him again. She was warm, a comforting blanket next to the burning bubbling under his skin. Paul let himself get lost in the feeling as the person on the other side took him deeper still, far enough for their lips to meet the hand they still had on his dick. Paul shivered.
Tap tap tap.
She had probably said something important, then. Paul twisted around in her grip, forced himself to focus on her. Enough eye contact to make it clear he was paying attention. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting around as if she was searching his face for something. Probably not a good sign.
“Okay, whatever all that was is also getting talked about later. But I was trying to see if you still wanted more.”
Oh.
Snap.
A finger rubbed against his ass. Slick. Cold enough to make him flinch at the touch. It prodded gently at his hole, right as the stranger pulled away again to suck on Paul’s tip. He was trapped between the two sensations, both slick and wet and frying his nerves by the moment. He stayed twisted around, couldn’t break her gaze as she kept teasing him, as both of them kept teasing him, giving him just enough to be so starkly aware of the sensations without giving him anything close to enough.
“Good?”
Instead of responding, Paul craned down and kissed her again, tried to push a fraction of what he was feeling into how he moved his lips against hers. Emma ducked away with a laugh.
“Your back’s gonna hate you if you keep twisting like that, you know. Now come on.”
It was disappointing to have to pull away from her, but Paul still listened, his posture straight again and forehead back on the stall wall.
And then that finger pressed against the tight ring of muscle, and Paul was left with nothing to do but keen at the sensation as it finally pressed in, rubbing against his insides. The arm wrapped around him began to move again, and Emma’s teasing touch was back on his chest as well, a nipple pinched between her fingers again and forcing his back straight as electricity shot down his spine.
“Fuck, I wish I could’ve recorded this. Then I’d actually get to see the slutty fucking faces you’re making.”
Against his better judgment, Paul opened his mouth to respond, but the sound caught in his throat as the hand on his cock pulled away and the stranger took him to the hilt in a smooth motion. Any thought Paul possibly could have had kept being washed away as they pulled away, only to take him into their throat again. The finger in him kept moving, kept stretching him, and Paul shivered again as the stranger swallowed around him. The damn wall between them was suddenly a horrible obstacle. An affront on the scenario. The only thing keeping him from rutting into that perfect mouth.
A second finger slipped into him easily, right as those fingers on his chest began to rub and pinch at the other side, and Paul was caught in hell. He wanted to sob, wanted more, wanted to lean into every touch he was being given that was pushing him right up to the edge. He just needed those fingers a little deeper, the touch to pinch a little firmer, that mouth to take him a little quicker.
“Close?” Emma’s voice was airy again. Paul nodded weakly and could only hope that she saw it. Emma’s fingers crooked in response, rubbing right against that spot inside him that made his vision white out. Paul could barely hear himself cry out over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears at the sensation. Emma was relentless, refusing to let up, forcing him closer and closer to the edge. Her attention stayed single-mindedly focused on that spot, making Paul writhe at her touch.
If he had thought he was burning before, he was wrong. He was boiling, barely coherent, the only thing that mattered was sensation, bright and hot and so close to being enough. Paul felt himself slump back against Emma, barely able to keep himself upright, but why would he need to? Why would he need to do anything other than just stay here, right on the edge of not enough and too much?
The stranger took him to the hilt one last time, and Paul's voice refused to work entirely as the building tension in his gut snapped. Somewhere under the haze, Paul knew it was rude, that he should have given a warning. But the stranger seemed unphased, just stayed where they were with him buried in their throat, swallowing down every last drop of his cum. Emma never let up as he shook in her arms, still plucking at every single one of his nerves.
All at once, it became too much, too many touches to what was now raw and exposed. Paul nudged the hand on his chest away with a whine, and almost as if in coordination, Emma’s fingers slipped out and the mouth on him disappeared. Both arms were around him again, keeping him up and right where he needed to be.
“You were so good for me.”
Another kiss between his shoulder blades.
Paul flinched as a tongue touched his dick, licking up the length. Probably trying to clean up any stray bit of cum, as if they hadn’t taken everything Paul had given them without hesitation. Then, something brushed against his dick, bristly and unpleasant. A mustache .
“That feels weird,” The words leave his mouth before he can think. Paul's mouth immediately snapped shut, but thankfully Emma was merciful and let his slip-up go. Still, Paul hastily pulled his dick out of the hole and tucked it back into his underwear, if only to avoid the touch again. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking as he zipped his pants and fastened his belt again.
“So, ready to go?” It was too much of a relief to finally be able to turn and face Emma again, now with the time and clarity to linger on her. Her face was burning red, arms crossed, her posture tight, as far from relaxed as he had ever seen her. Paul didn’t even hesitate as he quickly began to unbutton her jeans.
Paul barely got his fingers under the fabric, barely got to feel how she had completely soaked through her panties, before his hand was being pulled out. Emma gripped his wrist tightly, as if sure that he would immediately move if she let go.
“Later, okay? I don’t think you could fuck me now, and even if you could, I do not want to fuck in a bathroom,” As if she was determined to prove herself wrong on the first point, Emma sucked the tips of his fingers into her mouth, just enough to clean her wetness off, and absolutely enough to make Paul’s spent dick twitch. Unfortunately, Emma did have a point, and it probably would be beyond impractical to do anything in the stall.
Reluctantly, Paul pulled away, and let Emma nudge him out of the bathroom. Leaving the bar was a blur, and reality only snapped back into place as he buckled his seatbelt.
“So, I’m guessing you liked that? Maybe thinking about doing it again?”
Paul’s ears burned as he kept his gaze down.
“Maybe.”
He knew Emma heard it for the yes that it was.