Page 46 of Love On and Off Set

I added a second finger, then scissored and opened him even more.

He sighed in obvious contentment, pushing back against me.

With my wrist angled just the perfect way, I brushed my finger over his spongy spot.

“Oh God, baby. That is good. But I want your cock. I need your cock. Give it to me. All of it. Right now.” He moaned the words.

Then, as if I’d done this a million times before, I lined myself up. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, I pushed in. I met with a bit of resistance, but that eased when my crown was all the way in. The tightness—the pressure—around my cock intensified as I pressed in farther.

“Oh yeah, Hallsy, that’s so goddamn good.”

I chuckled to myself as I pressed in as far as I could go.

“Now fuck me, baby, okay?”

Him and his nicknames. Baby? For fuck’s sake—

He shifted.

Light exploded before my eyes, and I damn nearly tipped over the edge. Too damn long. I needed finesse while my body demanded immediate release.

“Anytime now…”

I pulled back, then thrust in.

He grunted, then pushed back. “More.”

“Yeah, okay.” I grasped his hips and did just that. Over and over, I thrust into him. I pushed him higher and higher even as I chased my own orgasm. Our grunts and harsh breaths bounced off the concrete walls and hit me. The smell of sweat and sex permeated my senses. My hands were slick as I clung to him and pushed in and out over and over again.

“Oh, uh, jerk yourself…” Because in no way could I have figured out how to do that while also drilling him against this rather ugly couch.

He snaked his hand around to his front and started tugging to the rhythm I set.

I had only a moment to wonder about where the cum would wind up before he shouted his release. His inner walls squeezed my cock and after two half-hearted thrusts, I came myself.

As my balls emptied, I held myself still, focusing on releasing my death grip on his hips. To my horror, I spotted bruises. They’d be covered by his jeans, but I didn’t like the idea of marking someone—especially when they hadn’t given me permission.

“Lordy, Hallsy, that was fantastic.”

Slowly, gently, I slid from him. I removed the condom, knotted it, and looked around for a trash can. Except… Oh God, a cleaning staff would find it. Someone would know what we’d done. I snagged a couple of tissues, wrapped it, and tucked it into my pocket. I didn’t really want to have a used condom in my pocket all day. I wracked my brain. If I put it in my sandwich wrapper and then put that in the garbage—

Myles, who’d been in the process of pulling his underwear and jeans back on stilled. “Did you hear that?”

“Did I hear what?” Blood was still rushing in my ears after one of the best orgasms in my life. My limp dick still hung outside my pants. My brain was still completely scrambled. Or fried. Pick a metaphor. “We should get going.” I tucked my cock back into my dress pants and zipped up. I gave myself a thorough once-over and was pleased not to find any cum stains. I tried to fluff my hair.

“Right. Okay.” Myles tucked himself in and zipped himself up. Then he grabbed a wad of tissues and wiped his hand.

Surreptitiously, I glanced at the plaid couch. Yep, if any cum landed on that fabric, there wasn’t a chance in hell anyone would ever know.

Myles shoved the tissues in his pocket. Then, before I could react, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked me down for a quick, hard kiss. “Next time I want to see you when you come.”

“Uh, right. Back at you.” Next time? I was barely over this time.

He moved to the door, opened it, and stuck his head out. “No one around. Okay just…walk normal.” He wrinkled his nose. “Act calm.”

Considering I’d just had a mind-blowing orgasm—the first in a very long time—I wasn’t certain I could remember what normal was.

Still, we walked back through the maze of corridors.