Chapter 4 Quickies #2
We made slow progress through the swarm of partygoers, and I imagined Lawrence without his shirt and vest, bare skin and lean muscles gliding, ass cheeks bunching up as he walked…
He had perfectly shaped, slender shoulders and a narrow waist with a lovely curve leading to his enticing ass.
He turned his head and raised his eyebrows at me, smiling, and my dick went from subtle interest to full alert.
“I’m curious about those cookies,” he said.
“Macadamia nuts and copious amounts of butter,” I said, and Lawrence licked his lips.
“Good taste. I approve.”
“I’m glad.”
He paused. “See, I was headed for the restrooms when Mr. Sullivan called me.” His gaze turned a little sheepish, and heavens, he was adorable.
“Then I’ll wait for you here.”
“I’ll be right back.” He handed me his drink and slinked through a throng of businesspeople to a discreet door that must lead to the restrooms.
I squinted at the drinks in my hands, then at the restroom door, and again at the glasses.
I could either stay at this party and dance around Lawrence for a couple more hours before bringing him home with me, or I could speed up the process.
When was the last time I stooped to a quickie in a bathroom stall?
Ten years ago? But this boy… Something about Lawrence tempted me to throw all notions of decorum to the wind.
The passing waiter decided my dilemma for me. I placed our half-finished drinks onto his tray and slipped into the restrooms.
Lawrence stood by one of the many sinks, washing his hands.
The room was empty, but several doors were closed and locked, muted shuffling noises coming through the walls, probably inaudible to human ears.
Luckily, the stalls weren’t those flimsy ones with gaps under and over but had walls from floor to ceiling and solid wooden doors—as much privacy as we could get in this place.
“Um, do you…?” Lawrence trailed off when I charged toward him. Again, the flare of his pupils announced his arousal like a neon sign. He sucked in a breath when I cupped his jaw. Then I slowly ran my thumb across his bottom lip, watching the delicate skin stretch and plump again.
“I want you,” I said, keeping it simple.
Looking dazed, Lawrence gave me a slight nod, and it was all I needed. His scent rose around us like mist; desire, fear, a young omega’s enticing sweat, fresh slick, and even a hint of precum. Lips parted, eyes wide, he stared up at me, mute. I dove in.
A whimper escaped him when I licked into his mouth and our tongues touched.
The fiery pits of the lowest circle in hell!
Who was this boy? Not only did he smell lovelier and hornier than just about any lover I’d ever had, but he tasted like something from the forbidden section of the paradise garden.
I was fully hard, my balls on fire, and my overgrown heart thumped so loudly maybe even a human could hear it.
I backed Lawrence into an empty stall and kicked the door shut before fumbling blindly behind me to lock it.
He didn’t protest at all—quite the opposite.
His hands pulled on my hair, and he tilted his head to the side so we could deepen the already filthy kiss.
The next moment, my hands were on his belt buckle, and before I knew what I was doing, his pretty red briefs landed around his ankles.
I kneaded his perfect ass, and he moaned into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I hauled his lean body against mine so he could feel my raging erection. “Can you be quiet?” I whispered.
He nodded and bit his lip. He was so fucking pretty, all aroused and disheveled. I reached between his ass cheeks and found a wet and very obviously dilated hole. He jolted as if electrocuted. Whimpering, he pushed his ass out, seeking my touch.
“Fuck, you’re horny. Need my dick in there?” I tapped the slippery opening.
“Uh.”
“I need a clear answer, Lawrence.”
“Yes.”
I flipped him around and began working on my trousers. He leaned with his torso on the wall, face pressed to the gleaming tile, grabbed his ass cheeks, and pulled them apart.
“Hurry,” he muttered under his breath.
His hole was gorgeous. Pink, pouty, open like a highway. Was he close to his second heat to be reacting to me like this? A few kisses, I didn’t even have to rim him, and here he was, presenting me with this delicious opening. It was glistening and oh so ready to swallow my dick.
Amazingly horny.
Well, we both were. I didn’t remember ever drowning in this much instant lust, and to see it reciprocated felt positively drugging. Maybe I’d been wrong in dismissing brunets. After today, I’d be more open-minded.
With my hard dick in hand, I lined up and braced my other hand on Lawrence’s shoulder. He panted, squeezing his eyes shut, and I let the tip of my shaft brush his rim.
“C’mon,” he hissed.
I grinned. “Cheeky boy.” I pushed, and the crown popped in, making Lawrence suck in a breath.
“How big are you?” His whisper sounded strained, his breaths heavy.
“Want me to show you?”
“Yes.”
“Stop me anytime.”
“I won’t.”
I glided in slowly, through the meager resistance of his body, expecting him to pull the brakes, but he never did. His ass took me in inch by inch, and more than two-thirds of my cock was lodged in him before the tissue got too tight deep inside his gut.
“Fuuuck!” he cried out, and I put my hand over his pretty lips.
“Shh.”
Maybe I could have gone even deeper, but I didn’t want to push my luck.
His body felt marvelous, just the right amount of snug and supple, full of oily liquid, and scorching hot.
His inner muscles fluttered when I moved.
My dick pulled on his rim on the way out, covered with slick, looking way too thick between his small, round ass cheeks.
They bunched up a little when I thrust back in.
Aah, what a sight. And the happy groan he gave me when I filled him!
He was out of this world sexy, and no way were we done here.
The quickie would only take the edge off, and then he’d be coming home with me for a proper marathon fucking.
I wanted to enjoy this little treasure in a bed and not just one night.
I wouldn’t get tired of an ass like this for days, and Lawrence Winchester was my new official weekend plan.
He managed to stay reasonably quiet, his low moans muffled by my hand.
Maybe two minutes of fast thrusts, with my cockhead sliding along the front wall of his hole, and he arched and lost it all over the tile.
The orgasm had his rim clenching erratically, and I happily succumbed to a blissful release that went on and on…
and on… My cock jolted, unloading what felt like a gallon of cum.
I could distinctly feel the spurts out of my slit.
Coming inside Lawrence was so profoundly satisfying my knees went weak, and I immediately thought of when and how I could do this again.
Was the boy human, or was he an incubus sent to kill me by making me fuck him until I died of exhaustion?
The scent of his climax was definitely human, though.
Sweet, perfect omega scent, the best of the best, like the rarest wine.
I slumped against him, my cock still twitching and balls tingling.
He’d softened with his orgasm, and I was in him almost to the hilt now.
Lawrence strained his neck to look over his shoulder, so I kissed him gently, letting him know just how much I loved being inside him.
“Come home with me,” I said against his wet lips.
“Now?”
“Yes.” I pressed my hips against his ass, pushing my dick just a little deeper through all the cum and slick. I was taking over his little body, owning it, and he just groaned in gratitude.
“Oh fuck. God, that’s great.”
“You like my cock?”
“Love it.”
“I’m still inside you and already want you again.” I pitched my voice low, almost growling the words.
“What about Mr. Sullivan?”
“I’ll text your boss that I spilled wine on my suit, and you’re accompanying me to a twenty-four-seven dry cleaner. There’s one downtown.”
“He’ll suspect we…”
“He’s an old friend of mine. You’re fine. Now, please, let me take you to my place and fuck you until we pass out.”
He giggled, stirring our connection, and I groaned.
“Okay.”
Thank heavens. I kissed his nape when I carefully slid out, and I had to cover his hole with my fingers. How much cum had I pumped into him? His ass was like a broken dam.
“Just a sec.” I tugged on the toilet paper and snagged a few pieces one-handed. Then I held them under his crease.
“Push it out.”
He obeyed, and white cum poured out of his reddened hole and into my paper-covered palm. It was a lot. Was it weird that I got aroused all over again watching Lawrence’s used asshole drool a good palmful of my seed?
“I’m fine,” he whispered.
“Wait.”
I threw the soiled paper into the toilet and tore off more to wipe him. I considered licking him clean, but we would only get distracted, and I wanted him in the privacy of my home as soon as possible.
Then I dragged his ridiculously tiny red briefs and his pants up his smooth legs. He turned to me, seeming nervous now the frenzy was over. I cradled his face in my hands, tilting it up.
“You’re safe. Sullivan does many things, but he doesn’t befriend serial killers.”
“He might not know about it.” Lawrence’s mouth twitched with humor.
“Let me put it like this. I believe we’re remarkably sexually compatible. I want you for myself tonight in the privacy of my home so I can pamper you, lick and suck and fuck you, making you come as many times as you can handle in as many ways as we can invent. Are you okay with that?”
Those pupils. So blatant. “Yes.”
“Good.”
I kissed him while he zipped up.
“I should probably wipe the wall,” he said. “The cleaning crew will have a rough enough time tomorrow as it is.”