CHAPTER 8 ALEX
I feel her orgasm on my cock, her pussy gripping me tightly, then quivering as a flood of her cum pours out. Fuck, that feels good.
“Fuck yes, what a good girl,” I grunt into her ear. I know my own orgasm is approaching fast, though I’m not quite ready for this to be over.
She squeals softly and I feel her convulse, her pussy clamping down again before squirting another juicy load. I can feel it dripping down my thighs, but I don’t care. I move my hands to her shoulders and press her forward into the door, holding her steady.
I begin to thrust harder and faster, drilling into her like my life depends on it. She’s moaning and wriggling, and I feel my balls tighten in preparation. Her pussy feels even better than I dreamed it would, and part of me still can’t believe this is actually happening. I’m in heaven. I can’t hold back a groan.
“Give it to me,” she moans. “Give me your cum.”
I barely pull out in time, splattering ropes of hot spunk all over her ass cheeks and back. She’s leaning against the door, trembling, and I collapse forward against her, pressing my body to hers, not caring about the sweat and semen mixing between our bodies.
I kiss her neck softly as I try to catch my breath. Finally, I stand back up and reach around in the dark, blindly searching for the light cord. I find it and click it on, taking in the mess we’ve just made in my tiny closet.
“Good thing I’ve got cleaning supplies,” I chuckle. “We got a little messy.”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I should have warned you that could happen. I just wasn’t expecting it to be that good.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted,” I laugh. “Here, I’ve got some towels. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I gently rub away the remnants of sweat and cum from her back and turn my attention to the small puddle on the floor between her legs. I make quick work of it, then dry myself off. She’s gathering her clothes, and I forego my boxers and undershirt, opting to slip right back into my jumpsuit.
As I watch her get dressed, a thought hits me like a lightning bolt. “So, what’s your name?”
“Oh! I’m Yasmina, but my friends all call me Mina. What’s your name?”
“I’m Alex. Nice to meet you, officially.”
She giggles and extends her hand to shake mine. “Nice to meet you, Alex.”
She’s now sufficiently dressed and moves to open the door.
“Nice to meet you too, Mina.”
She glances at me over her shoulder and gives me a wink as she swings the door open and steps out of the closet. “We’ll have to do this again some time.”
“You promise?”
She turns in the hallway to face me and blows me a kiss. “I promise.”
I watch her skip away, fighting the feeling to pinch myself. That really just happened.
The entire ride back to my apartment I replay the events in the closet over and over again in my head. That look in her eye when she stepped up and put her arms around my neck. The sound of her little whimpers as she tried to stifle herself. The feeling of my cock buried deep inside her.
I adjust myself in my seat as my crotch starts to stir to life again.
“Down boy,” I chuckle. “Haven’t you have enough, damn.”
I’m less than two minutes from home when a thought occurs to me that makes me snort with laughter. The next janitor on shift is going to open that closet door and know exactly what happened in there. You can clean up the mess, but it’s harder to get rid of the smell of sex.
Next time I’ll spray a little freshener in there. Though there’s nothing that says we can’t just use one of the on-call rooms next time, I realize. We just used my closet out of convenience and an insane wave of lust. If we plan it right, we could fuck all over the damn hospital without issue.
My cock has fully come to life again at this realization, and I know there’s no point in fighting it. I’m going to have to give in and relieve the tension once I’m home.
“Three times in one day,” I mutter, glancing down at the tent in my jumpsuit. “If this keeps up, you’ll be raw in no time, buddy. Take it easy.”