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I needed him. Right fucking now. Rocking back on his fingers, I arched my back even further, thrusting my ass out. “Give me your cock. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
“Fuck.” Releasing my throat, he planted one hand on the wall, and the other gripped my hip. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and then he pushed inside in one long thrust.
We both moaned at the feeling. He was the perfect size for me in every way, stretching me out, making me feel so fucking full, a pleasurable burn that I knew I’d still feel tomorrow.
A soft kiss was placed on the back of my neck, right at the top of my spine, and I froze for a second before it was followed by the scrape of teeth and then a delicious rumble against my skin.
“Hold on. I’m going to wreck your pretty hole.”
Yes. This was exactly what I wanted. I planted my palms on the wall, thrusting back again, and he took the hint.
His thick length drew almost all the way out, then slid back into me. Then again, and again, his movements getting faster and harder until I was moaning and writhing on his cock, my dick so fucking hard and leaking, making a mess all down my length and onto the floor.
I wanted to touch myself. I wanted him to touch me. But fuck, he was nailing my prostate, and I knew I could probably come from this alone.
“Don’t stop,” I panted.
“Not…stopping…” he ground out, thrusting even harder, sending me rocking forwards, my arms bracing against the wall to hold me in place as he impaled me, balls-deep, filling me so full that I couldn’t even breathe. I gasped, right on a knife edge, and then his teeth sank into my shoulder as he released my hip, his fingers wrapping around my cock.
I came. Instantly. Hot pulses of cum soaking his hand and the wall and the floor, my entire fucking body trembling as he pounded me even harder, coming inside me with a choked-out moan against my skin. It went on and on, and by the time I collapsed against the wall, completely wrung out, I wasn’t the only one trembling and trying to catch their breath.
His large hand came around my waist, pulling me back into him as his mouth found the side of my throat. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, kissing up my neck and onto my jaw. “Fuck. You don’t even know how much I needed that.”
“I’ve never done this at work before,” I admitted in a whisper, unsure why I was telling him.
“I’m glad you did,” he said after a long pause, withdrawing from me. My body ached at the loss. I let my head fall forwards, pressing against the cool wall as I took deep breaths in and out, trying to ground myself. This had been completely unexpected and so fucking good. No, good wasn’t the word. Epic. Mind-blowing. Unforgettable.
“I’m glad, too.”
A soft kiss was pressed between my shoulder blades, and then the heat of his body was gone. I tilted my head slightly, watching out of the corner of my eye as he tied off the condom and did up his trousers, tucking his shirt back into place. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it, and other than its slightly more tousled state, there was no visible evidence of what had just happened, if anyone were to look at him.
Grabbing the pack of wipes that I always kept in my bag, I cleaned away the remaining evidence and tugged my shorts back up. Balling everything up, I pulled back the curtain, crossing over to the bin. When I returned, the man was rubbing his hand over his jaw, and his gaze had shuttered.
As my housemate Ander would say, it looked like he was experiencing post-nut clarity. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one. Not that I’d regret such an epic fuck, especially not from a man who was one hundred percent my type, but because I’d done this at work. I loved this job. The pay was generous, my boss was incredibly well connected, and my co-workers were great. I should never have done anything to jeopardise it, but here we were.
“I’ll make sure no one’s around before I send you back out there,” I said, and he jerked his head in acknowledgement. I managed to sneak him back through the corridors without anyone catching us, and when we reached the VIP section, he strode off without another word.
We’d never even exchanged names. That wasn’t unusual for me, but I had a feeling it was for him.
In the early hours of the morning, when I got home, all thoughts of the hot man were pushed aside when I had to go into crisis mode and deal with my housemate’s disaster—being in love with one of our other housemates, Elliot, who happened to be his childhood best friend—and I thought that was the end of it. I thought I’d just carry on as I was, hooking up with hot guys in between work, dance, and uni, living my best gay life.
I thought I’d never see the man who’d dicked me down so perfectly again.
I was wrong.
1
THREE MONTHS LATER
Swinging my gym bag over my shoulder, I jogged down the stairs to be greeted with a loud, aggrieved sigh coming from the kitchen. “This is the worst Monday ever. How can this asshole tell me to do another rewrite?”
When I poked my head into the kitchen, I saw Ander seated at the table, his laptop in front of him and his boyfriend, Elliot, by his side, both of them fixated on the screen. They glanced up when I cleared my throat, and Ander gave me a half-hearted attempt at a smile. “Oh. JJ. Hi.”
I raised a brow, watching as he took a few deep breaths, composing himself, while Elliot wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned his head on his shoulder.
“You two are so cute,” I said, flashing them a grin, and Ander’s frustration evaporated.
“We are, aren’t we?” He planted a kiss on Elliot’s cheek. “You should try it sometime.”
