Chapter 41

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Kaisen's pov:

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Kaisen's pov:

I had to run to the bathroom almost right away, I was beyond turned on and any second longer I would have let myself feel at the wrong time and place. I splashed water on my hot face. God why would he think of doing something like that under the table?

The tension, but it also felt good I didn't want to stop. That was indeed the rush everyone says when you get out of the bedroom. I smiled about to splash more water on my face when Rhys entered. I looked at him through the mirror and smiled. "Still trying to calm myself down after what you did."

He smiled, walking closer. "I actually came to help with that." He wrapped his arms around my waist.

His hands pushed into my jeans. "This is not a safe place." I glanced at the door, anyone right now could walk in yet my dick didn't calm down from that worry, it stood at attention.

"You're right." He pushed me into a stall. "You've only done it in the bedroom...haven't you?" He said, but the tone of his voice it's like it was obvious.

"And the gym and the car." I smiled. "Both times with you and now the restaurant restroom, I am no longer considered vanilla but an explorer."

"Besides with me." He laughed. "There's a word for that but I can't think of it." He pulled me closer and started leaving soft kisses on my neck as he stroked me. "Preferences?"

"Some preferences are boring." I said between moans while leaning my head to the side. I cupped his cheeks. "Be sure that the next time we seat on a table with your friends or my friends around, I will bring your dick to life." I smiled. "So we can share the experience." I didn't care if he has ever done it before or not. I will do it with him so he understands how flustered I was to say the least.

"I'm counting on it, baby." He pecked my lips. "Talk me through it." He said, focusing on the problem at hand. Pun intended.

"Let's take it as a challenge, remember our bet. You're a professional, aren't you? Do your best Rhys Delano."

"My best would have you in here involuntarily shaking in this bathroom stall like a-" he smiled. "I'll accept your challenge but some things are saved for the bedroom." He licked his lips as he went back to stroking me.

You can tell he has experience with how he does things. He knows exactly how you like to be touched and execute it better than anyone I've seen. You think he actually did study male anatomy.

His pace was slow. It was like he wanted me to feel everything little thing he was doing to me. "I love the faces you make." He said as he ran his thumb over my slit.

"Don't." I smiled nervously. "Don't get me flustered, wanna make me cum- uuh." The way he slid his thumb on my tip caught me off guard. I held onto the wall. "You're good." I let out with a laugh.

"Blowjobs aren't my only specialty." He said with a laugh. "Speaking of, there's something I want to try next time I blow you, but I'm not telling you what it is." He applied a bit of pressure as he stroked me.

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