I'm so fucking thirsty I think I would've let him fuck me right there, in the middle of that bar as people we both know walk by outside. But Ryker at least has the presence of mind to lean in and murmur instructions in my ear.

"There's a bathroom at the end of the south hall, away from the crowds. Go there and wait for me."

He punctuates the command by squeezing my aching dick through my jeans and I bite back a whimper.

Then he gets up, pays the tab, and heads toward the north exit, the thick line of his cock clearly visible through his jeans. Ryker may have the confidence to walk around like that, but I have to sit here and catch my breath, waiting for a few minutes before I do as he says, heading to the bathroom that's far away from the foot traffic.

It's not the first time I've hooked up with a guy in a bathroom. Honestly it's an easier option for me when it comes to getting my needs met, since I can't really bring them home and I'm not going to follow some random guy back to his place.

This is the first time I've done it at someplace that didn't expect the patrons to fuck each other in said bathrooms, though, and definitely the first time there's been such a huge risk of somebody walking in unawares.

With a little distance from Ryker, my more rational thoughts start to filter in. If we're caught, it's going to be this huge thing. The Cyclones will suffer for my indiscretions, and we might never be invited back to this con. All because I was a desperate, cock-starved little bitch.

I very nearly leave, but just as I'm about to, the door swings open and Ryker is there, his eyes dark and wanting and focused intently on me. We stand a couple feet away from each other, but as soon as the heavy door closes, Ryker closes that gap.

He uses his muscular body to push me back against the wall, his arms on either side of me, pinning me there with a powerful roll of his hips. I moan loudly, feeling the hot, thick flesh that's barely contained by his jeans. Ryker's mouth crashes to mine and he swallows the sound in a brutal kiss, his arms coming around me, fitting between the arch of my back and the wall, then sliding down to grip my ass.

My own arms go around his shoulders, my fingers desperately clutching at his back. He pulls me into him even while he's still pinning me, and I instinctively use his strong frame as leverage to lift myself off my feet, my legs wrapping tight around him.

"I always knew you'd be fucking needy," he growls against my lips before closing that space again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

I suck on it greedily, and the groan that rumbles in the back of his throat drives me wild. Especially when it's accompanied by him rolling his hips into me again and again, grinding against me like he somehow plans to fuck me with our pants on.

I get a handful of his hair and pull back hard, breaking the kiss with a gasping, panted breath before I say, "Look who's talking."

A smirk tips up one corner of Ryker's lips, and his hands seek out a better grip on my ass, long fingers splaying all the way to my lower back. He lifts me away from the wall, perching me on the closest sink.

Instead of kissing me again, though, he pushes my legs up and moves himself down, roughly working the buttons and zipper of my jeans. Undoing the snap that holds my boxers closed, Ryker pulls my cock free and immediately takes it into his mouth.

"Oh, God," I moan, getting a fistful of his dark hair, my legs pinned up against his shoulders.

He sucks the head of my dick, his lips pressed right around the crown, tongue collecting precum as it leaks from the tip. After letting go of me with a loud pop, he says, "Fuck, you taste so good," and then immediately draws me in deeper, those beautiful lips of his sliding over my shaft.

I buck against him involuntarily, shoving more of my dick into his mouth. Ryker apparently sees it as a challenge and takes me all the way to the root, then draws back with a gasped breath and returns for more.

His motions are desperate as he works me with his mouth and hand, but there's something so deliciously thorough about them that it makes my toes curl in my shoes. He sucks me like he knows every sensitive spot along the entire length of my cock, and his muffled moaning the entire time makes it clear he's not just doing it to get it over with like some tops.

Hearing a zipper, I look down and see him squeezing his own dick through his briefs before he pulls it out and starts stroking. The sight of him fisting his thick, hard cock brings out a different need in me, and again I grip his hair and tug him up, this time for a kiss.

When it breaks, my hands go to his chest and I start to shove him back, moving my legs down. Ryker gives me some space without me having to explicitly ask for it, and I slide off of the sink, all the way to the floor. Grabbing the unbelted loops of his jeans, I yank him toward me crotch first, feeling the smooth skin of his cock as it slides over my lips and face. Ryker pulls his jeans and underwear past his ass, and I take the opportunity to grip the base of his dick--God, he's so fucking thick--and run my tongue over the crown, a burst of salt and musk hitting me and making me moan.

"Fuck," Ryker groans, his big hands on the back of my neck and head, fingers buried in my hair.

I suck him the same way he sucked me, loving every second of it as I take him so deep I have no choice but to breathe through my nose. I love it so much that my hands go to his bare ass, and I pull him forward to show him what I want.

"You want me to fuck that beautiful mouth?" he growls above me, and I just nod, relaxing my mouth and throat to prepare myself.

I've had guys go too hard, too fast, like they're deliberately trying to make me gag. I've also had guys treat me like I'm a porcelain doll who's going to break if they do anything more than gently push their cock into my mouth.

Ryker finds a perfect middle ground. Holding the back of my head almost tenderly, he thrusts into my mouth over and over, his cock sliding past my lips, filling me up again and again before he finally pulls free, his fingers curling in my hair to tug me up to my feet.

He pushes me against a nearby stall door and I take the opportunity to tug my jeans and boxers partly off.

"I want that ass," he murmurs in my ear, his body pressing to mine.

I whimper as his cock--still wet from my saliva--slides over my crack, but that's nothing compared to the frustrated sound I make when he drops down to his knees.

There's a complaint on my lips, a taunt ready to be fired off at him, but he shuts me up instantly when his hands spread my cheeks and he dives in with absolute hunger, the flat of his tongue pressing against my hole, dipping just around the entrance before he enters me.

"Oh," I cry out, my knees buckling against his onslaught.

I grip the stall door and press back against him right when he angles his chin so that his tongue thrusts deeper into me. His lips move like he's initiating the deepest, most thorough kiss, and then he draws back to tease me again, his hand coming around to jack me while he does it.

He gets my hole so wet that when he finally slides a finger into me, it slips past that tight ring with ease. I moan wantonly when he adds a second, and my legs threaten to give out as he curves them to stroke my prostate.

"Told you I'd find it," he says, his voice impossibly deep.

That sparks something defiant and needy in me, and I bear down on his fingers even as I taunt him. "You said you'd do it while fucking me. So shut up and do it already."

Ryker lets out a husky laugh, smacking my ass with his free hand. For a second it seems like he's just going to do whatever he wants, but then he pulls his fingers free and stands behind me. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the tear of a lube packet, and I look over my shoulder to see him rolling it on. It barely contains his girth, squeezing tight around it, and I shudder.

While it's only a small packet of lube, he uses it liberally, rubbing it over his dick until it glistens, then pressing it into my hole with two fingers.

His body presses against me, his hands on my hips and his lips on my neck and shoulder as he slides his cock over the seam of my ass. Every time he dips low I press back against him with a whimper, until finally he adjust his position and the crown of his dick slips inside of me. I gasp as he pushes in more, so slowly that I can feel my body stretch around him.

Needing to feel the length of him inside of me, I push back on him to take him deeper. His palm slaps hard against the door of the stall as his fingers curl around the top of it, a deep moan escaping him.

"Ohhh, fuck. God damn, Finn."

Something inside of me responds, glowing brightly at the praise I can hear in his voice. I want him to remember this. I want him to think about me when he's back home. I want him to remember how fucking good I was, the way I'm going to remember him.

I move my hips, pushing back on him until I can feel his heavy balls against my ass. He moans loudly, throwing his head back, and I pull myself forward then push back again, fucking myself on his beautiful cock, lost in the feeling of him filling me.

I can feel the point where he can't take it anymore. His fingers grip the door so tightly it rattles against the lock. The hand at my hip wraps around me and his hot breath dusts over my shoulder as he starts to move.

It's slow and purposeful, angling his thrusts so he does exactly what he promised me he'd do. Every stroke bumps up against my prostate and I cry out each time, until I'm just a mess of gasps and whimpers.

"God, you feel so fucking good," he breathes, and even when his pace picks up, he keeps his thrusts shallow and controlled. "Every time I imagined being inside of you... this is so much fucking better."

I don't know if he intended to confess that, but it shoots straight through me. He's imagined this before. He's wanted me before, maybe for as long as I've wanted him.

That thought puts me so close, but I don't want to just tumble over that edge. I want him to pound me straight past it.

"Fuck me, Ryker," I whimper, bending my arm back so that I can grip his hair again. I pull him in for a sloppy kiss even as he's still pumping into me. "Make me come."

"I'll be right there with you," he promises, and then both of his hands grip the door for leverage and he slams into me again and again, the small space filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.

I push back against him as he thrusts forward, and it isn't long before I feel every ounce of bliss I've felt throughout this whole encounter building into an explosion. I come hard with a loud cry that's just barely muffled by Ryker's hand going over my mouth. My cock pulses over and over and then I feel him jerk inside of me, feel the sudden rush of heat even through the condom, and I moan against his hand. His own sounds are muffled by my neck, and he keeps pumping until it's over.

He stays inside of me, my ass still clenching around him, milking him for everything he has to give. We're both panting, dripping with sweat, and completely exhausted.

But God, if I had it in me, I would immediately go again. I've never been fucked like this before, and even before reality sets in, I know this isn’t enough for me.

I'm going to want him again and again and as many times as I can get him. And right now, I don't even care about what a huge problem that is.