I raised my hand to catch the new bartender's eye, signaling that I wanted a pint. I was thirsty after an hour spent on the dance floor; a line of sweat was trickling down my spine and my hair was damp.

He immediately moved to pour me a draft beer, his back muscles flexing beneath the tight, black T-shirt he wore. Mm, I’d have to remember to thank his boss the next time we spoke for providing us all with the eye-candy.

I may not have found much in the way of hookup opportunities tonight, but at least the scenery in the bar was pretty and the dance floor hopping.

The bartender grinned as he slid the glass in front of me. "That will be $12, shall I start a tab?"

"Put it on mine, buddy. And while you're at it, why don't you go ahead and pour me one too."

I looked up at the deep-voiced alpha who'd slid onto the stool beside me. He passed a credit card to the bartender before turning back to me with a confident smile.

He looked at my freshly-dyed, lavender hair with a faint smile of appreciation, and slowly gave me an obvious once-over before holding out his hand.

"Hello, there. I'm Alec, and I've been trying to find the courage to come introduce myself ever since I saw you dancing out there. You're pretty good, has anyone ever told you that?"

I looked at Alec's pale blue polo shirt that had been tucked into what appeared to be freshly-pressed and starched jeans. I made no secret of the fact that I was checking out the merchandise and not at all disappointed in what I was finding, before I finally looked back into his eyes and held out my own hand.

"I’ve heard that once or twice, I suppose. I'm Kade," I shook his hand with a slight smirk. "Or you can call me your tiny dancer? I mean, you can pretty much call me anything you want as long as you keep using that deep, sexy-ass, fuck me voice that you’ve got going there."

Alec laughed at my flirtation, his bright blue eyes twinkling with mirth. He hadn't let go of my hand. Instead he was now holding it hostage, his thumb stroking the back of it while he maintained eye-contact.

"You're both cute and talented, I like that in a guy. Is this where I ask if you live around here?" His thumb kept its steady pace, sending a lightning bolt straight to my dick.

"Shall I be coy or truthful?" I asked honestly.

"The truth works. Honestly, it would be refreshing, don't you think?" He blinked then, a sweep of dark lashes fanning over his cheek before flashing back out of sight.

"Truth. Hmm. It is a rare commodity these days. Okay, I'll bite. I live a couple towns over, close enough to be pseudo-local, yet really not all." I grinned. "Your turn."

"Pseudo-local? I like that. Also, it pretty much describes me as well as I also live within an hour’s drive yet still not here in town," he answered frankly.

"And shall I ask what your intentions are, or are we not that friendly yet?" I walked two fingers up his thick, muscular forearm, then paused to massage the bulging bicep I encountered a little further up his arm, beneath that preppy-style polo shirt he wore. "Should we make small talk? Maybe discuss our occupations, families, political opinions?"

"Fuck that," he all but growled. Interesting. His eyes had shuttered the moment I’d mentioned family, not politics. As much as the curious part of me wanted to pry, the part that only wanted to get laid decided we didn't give a shit.

I didn't see a ring on his finger, and that was good enough for me. Although, to be fair, it would be hard to see a tan line in this dimly lit bar, so he could totally be hiding a wife and ten kids at home for all I knew.

Continuing to rub his arm, I flashed him a wink. "Okay, so no small talk. This isn't a date, right? Why bother with that trivial bullshit. Why don't you tell me what you would like to talk to about?"

Alec stood and turned my stool so that he was braced by my thighs as he bent to talk into my ear. "How about we just skip the talking part altogether? I'm pretty sure neither of us drove to a different town tonight because we were looking for conversation. I don't know about you, but I came searching for one thing, and I'm looking at it—a hot night with an even hotter omega."

I shivered as his breath tickled my ear. "Mm, I do like a forthright alpha. And what exactly would you like to do with me on this hot night you have in mind? Is there a time limit?"

He stood back and raked his fingers through his thick, dark hair. "There are a lot of things I'd like to do to you, tiny dancer. Dare I hope you have a room nearby?"

After a moment's thought, I shook my head. Let's be honest. I didn't want to wake up with the guy, I just wanted a quick, hard fuck. We didn't need a room for that.

"I don't, but I can offer a semi-clean, private bathroom with a door that locks." I winked and ran my palms up his sides before moving them back down to rest on his hips and pulling him closer to let him feel my hard dick that stood at attention behind the cover of my skinny jeans.

"B-bathroom?" he stuttered, sounding both intrigued and horrified. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like—"

I pressed two fingertips to his lips. "The only thing I feel is like I want to get laid. I don't require romance, Alec. This isn't a date, remember? We've already established that," I boldly moved a hand to his crotch, stroking his hard cock through those freshly-pressed jeans as I tipped my head back toward the bathrooms. "What do you say? Shall we?"

Alec put a hand under my chin and tipped my face up as he leaned down to kiss me. When he pulled away a few moments later, my heart was racing and his pupils were dilated with desire. He licked his full bottom lip and nodded once.

"Lead the way, tiny dancer," he grated out. He discretely palmed his cock, pushing the heel of his hand against his crotch. I bit back a smile at that, way prouder than I should be that I was having this kind of effect on a buttoned-up alpha like this one.

Taking his hand, I led him through the bar and down the hall. I bypassed the public bathrooms, and went around the corner to where the employee bathroom was located.

I'd been coming here long enough that the owner had given me bathroom privileges years ago, thank fuck. I'd piss in an alley before I ever risked whipping my dick out in a crowded public bathroom. That's just nasty, if you asked me.

I pulled him into the bathroom, flipping on the light before I turned and locked the door behind us. I'd barely engaged the lock when I found myself being spun around and lifted to Alec's height as he pressed me against the door and came in for another kiss.

Automatically, my arms and legs wrapped around his body while Alec ravaged my mouth with his tongue. Holding tightly to his broad shoulders, I broke the kiss and turned my head to the side as I panted for air. Alec didn't stop, instead he just kissed, licked, and nipped at my jawline and up my neck before pausing long enough to suck my earlobe between his teeth.

I hissed a breath out through my teeth. I needed to find control or this would be over before it began. Peppering more kisses down my neck and around to the other side, Alec nuzzled my head to look the other way as he went to suck on my other earlobe. As he nipped at my ear, Alec expertly palmed my ass, holding me firmly against his arousal as he breathed into my ear.

"There's lube in my back pocket, if you want to get it out for me."

As I went for it, an alarm bell went off in my head. "Let me down for a sec, I have a rubber in mine. I'm not looking to take home any souvenirs that show up in nine months acting all needy and shit."

Alec chuckled and stopped manhandling me long enough to gently lower me to my feet. "Good plan, those kind of souvenir gifts aren't ever good when received by surprise."

Nodding my complete agreement, I pulled my wallet out and dug through it until I finally found a condom. Shit! The fact that I’d had to search so hard for a damn rubber was proof that it'd been way too long since I'd been laid. I started to pass it to him as I put my wallet away, but Alec shook his head with a playful smirk.

"Put it on me, tiny dancer."

I held the square, foil package in between my front teeth while I stepped forward to unfasten those fancy jeans of his. I bit back a smile when I realized that they were indeed starched, and that there was a crisp line that had been pressed into the front of the legs that hadn't been visible when he'd been seated.

Opening his fly, I pushed his pants and boxers down to mid-thigh, while staring appreciatively at the monster he'd been hiding behind those preppy-ass jeans.

"Good thing this is a large size," I quipped as I ripped open the package and took the rubber out and rolled it swiftly over his cock. "I was a boy scout when I was kid; as you can see, I'm always prepared."

"Speaking of being prepared, why don’t go ahead and drop your tight pants for me then turn around and plant your hands on the counter—but make sure you pop that ass out, so I can prep that hole I'm about to fill," Alec said.

Raising a brow, I winked and unfastened my jeans. I gave my hips a wiggle as I shoved them down, enjoying the way his jaw dropped and his eyes flared at the sight of my satin panties with the lace front panel. He stepped forward, crowding me against the sink counter while he palmed my dick through the fancy underwear.

"I've never seen a dick wrapped in such a pretty package before," he groaned into my ear. "Can I... can I fuck you with them on?"

Pushing him back with a hand to the center of his chest, I spun around, enjoying the gasp that he let out when he saw my perfectly tight bubble-butt with the simple thong strap running up between my cheeks. Spreading my ankles, I popped my ass out toward him as requested and braced my hands on the counter.

"You said something about wanting a hole to fill? Take me, hot stuff. I'm right here," I teased as I met Alec's eyes in the mirror where he stood behind me. His eyes moved back and forth from my reflection to my ass. To be fair, I wouldn't deny that both make for some damn fine viewing.

Alec pulled the packet of lube from his pocket, then bent to kiss my neck while he coated his cock before pushing the string of my thong aside and rubbing a slick finger against my pucker. I gasped as he broached that tight ring of muscle while sucking at the tender spot on my neck that lay just behind my ear.

"If we had a bed and a night to spend there, I'd be doing this with my tongue," Alec whispered as he circled his finger expertly around my rim before plunging it back in.

"Keep that up, and I'll be putty in your hands," I moaned as he sucked at my neck and added another finger.

Alec chuckled humorlessly. "Oh, Kade... you already are, tiny dancer."

My eyes popped open to look at our joint reflection. The fact that he'd said my name for the first time while adding a third finger to my ass was either weird or hot as fuck. I was leaning toward hot, especially when he began pumping his fingers in and out with smooth, steady strokes.

"You're right," I gasped. "Total putty in your hands... now take me, hot stuff, before I melt."

Alec held my hip in one hand while pressing the fat head of his cock to my hole with the other. I caught his eyes in the mirror, holding his gaze as I pushed back while he pressed in, until we were fully joined with his balls mashed up against the lower curve of my ass.

"Ready?" he grunted after pausing for a moment to let me acclimate to his girth. At my nod, Alec slowly pulled out almost completely before practically ramming it back in.

"Fuck, yeah," I groaned. My eyes fluttered closed as I pushed my ass back against his hips, rocking back and forth to meet him stroke for stroke.

Alec's stubble teased the over-stimulated skin on my neck as he kissed my jaw and kept up a firm, steady pace. He brought a hand around to stroke my dick, using the lace panel of my panties to tease the crown with the pad of his thumb.

I moaned like porn-star while Alec worked my body. Between the cock pounding my ass, the hand teasing my dick, and the lips kissing my neck and jaw, I was awash in in a storm of sensations.

The mood changed a few moments later as things became more urgent. Alec's hand tightened around my lace covered dick, and he sped up the pace of his thrusts.

"Open your eyes, tiny dancer. I want you to see the man who's owning your body so completely," he ordered.

My eyes flew open as his other hand pressed between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward over the counter. My dick pulsed at the way he was taking control, but I was powerless to do anything more than stand there and let him have his way with me. So fucking hot.

His lips pulled back into an almost feral snarl as Alec gazed into my eyes. He pounded fast, hard, and deep into my channel, holding me down with one hand, while he did nothing more with the other than stroke a thumb over the lace that stretched across the head of my fully-erect dick.

My balls were so tight, they felt like they were about to burst. Dick throbbing with the need to come, I bit my lip and rode the edge of blinding pleasure until Alec finally rasped out the command I'd been hoping to hear.

"Come for me, Kade."

I don't know if it was the use of my given name or the tight control in his voice, but I shot my load right then and there, spurting through the lace panel and coating his hand. I was still coming, when I felt his cock pulse inside me. Alec let out a loud groan, but never lost eye-contact as his hips continued to thrust, riding me through his own orgasm.

His cock was still twitching inside me when the hand between my shoulder blades moved around to my chest, pulling me up against him. He planted a surprisingly tender kiss to my temple before carefully pulling out.

I pulled my pants up and fastened them, ignoring the sticky lace that I'd now be enjoying as it dried and became glued to my dick for the next hour or so as I drove home.

While Alec removed the condom and tied it off before throwing it away, I fought the urge to giggle at the fact that I'd just had the hottest sex of my life while bent over a bathroom counter—and yet, his pristine polo shirt wasn't even wrinkled. He bit his lip almost shyly as he pulled his own pants back up and tucked in his shirt before fastening them.

I always hated this part of sexual encounters, where your steamy interlude suddenly got awkward. Rather than let things get weird and sully the perfect moment we'd just had, I pasted a fake smile on my face and flashed him a wink.

"Thanks for that, hot stuff. I needed it more than you'll ever know. I'll just make my way out now, and let you get on with your night."

Alec nodded with an almost regretful smile. He looked like he wanted to ask for one last kiss, or please God no, a hug—so I forced myself to open the door and dash off with a my legendary touch of swagger before I did something stupid like show emotions to a quickie I'd met in a bar. With a quick wave, I blew him a kiss from the end of the hall before I melted into the crowd with practiced ease.

I waited until I saw the back of his head at the bar, presumably closing out his tab, before ducking out into the crisp air of the autumn night. My underwear was already drying to my dick as I slid behind the wheel of my car and turned the key.

I grimaced as I wiggled on the seat and tugged at my crotch to pull the lace away from my spent cock. Fuck it. This wouldn't be my first time coming home in cum-soaked panties after a night out, and I highly doubted it would be the last.

After all, one-night stands were about all a party boy like me could expect. My own mother had made sure to drive that point home for me, on more than one occasion. I pushed Mom firmly from my mind as I merged into the traffic that would take me to the highway.

Instead of my mother, I let my mind wander back to Alec. I found myself smiling as I went over our hook-up. I never did repeats, but that was one alpha I’d consider taking on a second time.

Shaking my head, I turned on the radio and sang along while I pushed Alec’s memory back to the far recesses of my brain. Fuck second chances. Once was enough with any alpha. Besides, it’s not like I’d ever see him again anyway.