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When my needy cock felt like it would burst from the lack of friction, I let go of his balls with one last tickling brush, dropped my hand down to grab myself, and moaned around him. CJ’s back bowed, and he stilled his hips. “You can finish me off like this, and then I’ll suck you off, or you can take a go at my ass or give me yours. I’m easy. Whatever will make you happy, handsome.”
I groaned, backing off his length with a pop. “Take me. Please. I want to feel this”—I squeezed his dick—“inside of me.”
“Roll over.” His voice came out in a guttural growl that amped up my own desire. CJ moved down, capturing my lips in a spine-tingling kiss that I wanted to last forever. I stroked myself urgently. The last thing I wanted was to come by my own hand—again—but I couldn’t help it. CJ broke away, leaning up over me and tapping my hip, reminding me what he’d asked me to do.
I practically slipped down a step trying to move to my stomach, and CJ chuckled, steadying me as he backed up. Out of my peripheral, I saw his hand reach over and get the packet of lube. I rose up on my knees, spread my legs, and shook my butt in the air. “Hurry.”
He snickered. Then he bit my right cheek before I felt his finger circling my hole. He wasn’t rough, but he didn’t treat me like a delicate flower, either. As the ring softened, I felt the digit breach my body as he worked it inside of me. Just like when shedding our clothes, CJ was quick and efficient, prepping me and driving me wild as he circled three fingers inside of me, pushing on that bundle of nerves and making me see stars. I buried my head in my arms, only vaguely aware that I was getting fucked by a stranger on his staircase. No bed, not even a couch. Why was that so freaking hot? This was the exact kind of interaction I’d been craving, whether I’d known it or not.
The crinkle of the condom wrapper alerted me to the fact we were finally doing this. “You ready?” CJ asked, caressing a hand down my thigh.
“Give it to me.”
He groaned. Then I felt that bulbous head pushing against my hole. Moaning, I pushed back, relishing his gasp. “Someone’s impatient.” He rocked into me faster, harder, and I cried out. Once he bottomed out, he blanketed me and whispered, “Here we go, handsome,” into my ear, warming my skin.
CJ pulled back, leaving only the tip, then rammed into me. I groaned, bracing myself more firmly on my elbows. “Do it again.” And he did. Again and again. “Faster,” I begged, panting.
He grunted with each thrust, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. It had been too long since I had this. Punishing fingers digging into my hips while a rock-hard body pushed into me with the scent of male hovering in the air.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded.
Without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked quickly. The thought of this ending sucked, but I wanted to come. I needed the release. As my body shook, the telltale signs of orgasm shook my body, I said, “I can’t hold it. I’m going to come.”
“Fuck yeah.” He leaned his chest down onto my lower back as his pace picked up, jackhammering into me.
“A-ah-ahhh,” I moaned as my orgasm ripped through me, the evidence squirting out onto the marble steps below me.
CJ wrapped his arms around my torso, gripping me tighter as he stalled, driving into me in short bursts, hollering as he spurted into the condom. Our heavy breaths were the only sound as I felt him pulling out, and he moved up, dropping onto the steps beside me. He leaned over so our faces were lined up, him on his back, me on my front with my cheek resting on my bent arms. “Well, that was hella hot, if I do say so myself.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”
He grinned, and I felt my stomach swoosh. Back in the day, before dating Alan and having Lexi, he would’ve been the exact type of man I’d have tried to extend this past a hook-up. He was tall, hot, and really personable. That ship had sailed now, though. I’d made the choice to raise my daughter instead of focusing on a life partner. I’d never regret that decision, but it made me a little sad knowing that there really was what I’d consider a perfect man out there.
“I better go,” I said before I offered to stay until we were ready for round two. I’d gotten what I’d come for—literally.
A shadow crossed his eyes, and I wondered if he’d had as good a time as I had. Maybe he’d been thinking we should swap phone numbers, too. This sucked. He smiled, but it seemed forced. “Okay.” He stood up, so I rolled to the side and found him standing, holding one hand out to help me up while clutching the used condom in the other.
As he hauled me to my feet, I glanced over my shoulder at the mess I’d left on the steps. “I should?—”
He squeezed my hand in his. “Don’t worry about clean-up. I’ve got it.”
I nodded and crossed the entryway back to my clothes. CJ picked up his shirt and rubbed it over the cum on my stomach. He took his time, making it feel more like he was massaging it into my skin than trying to clean it off. “There you go, handsome. Now you can get dressed without getting sticky.”
I nodded awkwardly. I hated this. We’d had such a great time and been so in sync. I pulled on my pants as he left the room, coming back without the condom and drying his hands on a towel. Man, I hated this part. I’d always felt so uncomfortable once the head between my legs stopped directing my steps, and my brain took back over. As I pulled on my shirt, CJ dropped to a cross-legged position right in front of me with my socks and shoes in his hands. “Uh.”
He held open one sock in front of my foot. “Come on. Put your foot in.”
“Uh, you don’t have to do that.”
His blue eyes peeked up at me from under his long, thick blondish-brown lashes. “No, I don’t, but I want to. I figure I owe you something since I tricked you. I only promised to take your shirt off, but I didn’t actually remove that stain.” He smiled mischievously, then held the sock back in front of my foot like he was daring me to let him put it on.
Balancing precariously on one foot, then the other, I let him finish dressing me. When my second shoe was on, he crawled over, picked up my coat, and jumped up. He held it open for me. Confused by this treatment, I turned and slid my arms into the sleeves. He circled me and zipped it up. He tapped my chest. “There you go, handsome.”
I felt my face warm as I flushed, which was ridiculous given what had just happened on those stairs. “Thank you.”
He leaned in and kissed me, one long lingering press of lips. “Thank you,” he breathed against me.
I stepped back, drinking in one last look of his face before turning and walking out. CJ would be fueling my hand-to-dick fantasies for a long, long time.
