Instead of feeling disappointed that he’s been ignoring me, I focus more on his body language rather than his words. I really want to test those waters.
He tips his head back as he chugs water, his Adam’s apple moving rhythmically in his thick and corded neck. Beads of sweat glitter on his forehead, some coming together to form rivulets. Scruff dusts his jaw and chin. I can’t fucking take my eyes off him.
I amble over to him and stand behind him. I press my body against his back, pushing him against the locker.
His body freezes. “Wha… what are you doing?”
“Taking a risk.”
I press my nose to his neck and breathe him in. Vanilla and amber invade my senses, mingling with fresh, clean sweat. I bet he’s all salty. The thought makes my mouth water.
“I still want to see where this goes,” I whisper in his ear. I up my game by nipping on his earlobe. His body stays tense, but he can’t hide the shudder that courses through him. “Oh, like that, do we?” I nip his lobe again. “I want to touch you. Can I?” When he nods, I add, “It’s more than you gave me.”
“Wes, I… I’m…”
“It’s okay. I forgive you. Will you let me touch you?”
Jett glances to either side of him before nodding and resting his forehead on the locker door. “I, uhm… It’s been a while for me. Fooling around like this is… kind of new… ish.”
“And it’s my first time with a dude, period.”
“If you don’t… or can’t…”
It’s odd to see Jett so submissive and a little uncertain. I reflect on my granddad’s words, that maybe something happened to him, so I’m starting to have misgivings about this.
When I ease away, he leans back against me. “Touch me. Please.”
I can get down with this. Dominant Jett. Submissive Jett. I’ll take both, please.
I lean back on him and swipe my tongue along the shell of his ear. His body trembles, and my cock hardens against his ass, bringing all sorts of naughty thoughts into my brain.
It takes a lot of willpower to shut out the fangirling that I’ve got Jett fucking Cordier trembling against me. It’s pretty wild.
“Are you hard for me?” I ask.
“Yes…” His answer is just a breath.
I reach toward his front and cup him. He’s hot and thick against my palm. Maybe this should freak me out, but it doesn’t. I’ll worry about it later. First, it’s time to get him to come for me.
I slip my fingers into the band of his shorts and jockstrap. “Is it still a yes, Jett?”
He gives me a curt nod.
My fingers slide all the way in and wrap around his thick length. He pulses in my palm. I run my free hand over his smooth skin and tweak his nipple. He hisses, and his cock burns hotter.
“You like a little nipple play, too?” I ask. One of my favorite things is learning what turns my partner on.
“Yeah, I—”
The sound of someone coming into the locker room has us instantly separating. No way am I fucking done with him. I yank on his hand, grab my bag of toiletries, and tug him into a shower stall. After closing the curtain, I turn on the water. It’s cold at first, but it quickly warms up. Our clothes get soaked, but I can’t give two shits.
Jett leans against the tiles, his eyes wide, his cock still punching through the thin fabric of his shorts.
I press my finger to my lips to make sure we stay quiet and step right up to him, then I grab his neck and pull him into a kiss. He reaches for my hips, now getting with the program, and yanks me against him. The kiss is messy and sloppy, our tongues hungry and exploring. Our teeth clash as we struggle for dominance, clawing at each other. His taste explodes on my tongue, and something ignites in my brain. I need more.
It’s risky to fool around in a public space, especially at your workplace, but I’m solely focused on Jett. I’m way past the point where I can stop myself.
Without pulling away from our kiss, I tug at his shorts and jockstrap, pulling them down enough to free his cock.
