I wonder when he’ll let me put my…
“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” Porter murmurs in my ear.
“I guess you're okay,” I tease.
I earn a butt grab for saying it.
“It's been hell trying to keep my hands off you this last couple of weeks,” he says.
“Thought you’d forgotten about me.”
“Not for a minute.”
I hate the way he puts up walls whenever the other guys are around.
Made me wonder if I’d simply imagined the crush as mutual.
Until last night, obviously.
“Sorry if I seem like a jerk sometimes,” Porter mumbled.
He presses my back against the wall of the cubicle, kissing me gently.
I pull the shower curtain across the railing.
“Gonna make it up to me?”
“That’s my intention.”
We step beneath the water.
He hooks a hand beneath my thigh, raising it to his hip.
“You liked it when I fingered you before?”
“So much,” I nod.
And it feels just as good as I remember.
But I want so much more than that.
He seems to read my mind.
Filling his palm with goo from the pouch, he makes his knob all glossy.
I can’t resist.
I’ve gotta touch it.
With a sharp exhale, he pushes me back.
“Go easy on me,” he begs. “I won’t last long if you do that.”
Leaning forward against the wall, I give myself a yank instead.
Porter likes to watch.
I can tell by the way his breathing grows heavy.
