Chapter 4 Quickies #3
It struck me as a little weird but cute to be thinking of the cleaning staff at a moment like this. Chances were, Lawrence was a nice boy.
Grabbing another piece of toilet paper, I helped him get the cum off the wall. Then I opened the door and looked around. “All clear.”
We exited the bathrooms in a hurry. We must have had “just did it in the toilets” written all over us, but it was New Year’s, and the only sober people in the room were the catering staff, who surely didn’t give a damn.
“Shit,” Lawrence hissed next to me.
“What?”
“Mr. Sullivan and Mr. Burnes are in that group over there, right by the elevators.”
“Any other exits?”
“Eleven flights of stairs. How are your knees?”
I shrugged. “My knees are fine.”
“Mine are a little wobbly right now, but I’ll take the risk.”
Oh, I liked this boy’s sassy grin. Lawrence was fun. My dick was perking up again at the mere sight of his smile.
Light on his feet, he hopped down the stairs floor after floor while I shot a quick text to Davidson. Then I looked at Lawrence’s butt. He was pretty everywhere. He glowed like the sun in the cream shirt, the tight vest, and pants with a golden sheen.
“Which garage floor?”
“B.”
“Three more.”
I grabbed his shoulder on a landing, and he turned around. “Can I help you, sir?” The corner of his mouth lifted in the most smart-ass smirk ever seen. Argh! He was doing my head in.
We were alone. No witnesses. Yes, I wanted to get him home, but he was so cute, excited, and a little anxious, probably because of the sneaking out. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes glittered. I had to kiss him.
Lawrence moaned loudly, music to my ears, when our tongues met. I pushed him against the railing, and he grabbed the lapels of my suit, jutting his hips out. He was hard again.
“Horny boy.”
He snickered against my lips. “Look who’s talking. Your dick is digging a hole into my belly.”
I thrust once to confirm. “You’re making me crazy. Did they put something special into those drinks?”
“Possibly. I’m wet for you all over again.”
I groaned and slanted my mouth over his, licking inside and sucking on his tongue.
He melted in my arms, pliant and willing.
I squeezed his perky butt, and he humped my thigh.
He was just as eager as I was. Gathering the scraps of my self-control, I grabbed him by the mop of his unruly hair and pulled him away from the intoxicating kiss.
“I’m not fucking you on these stairs. Let’s go.”
He held my hand on the way to the car, and when I opened the door for him, he batted his eyelashes at me.
“Thank you, sir.”
I laughed out loud when I rounded the car. He made me giddy. He looked so good, smelled so good, filling the confined space with the aroma of sex and passion. I kissed him again as soon as the car door closed.
With the playful flick of his tongue against mine, the beast in me took over.
It did that sometimes, usually when it wanted something, and I was too slow on the uptake.
Right now, it wanted this boy. Immediately.
I shoved my seat back, and Lawrence straddled my lap.
I fished out his plump, little dick and stroked it while he moaned and whimpered into my mouth.
When I began tugging on his pants, he knelt up and helped me to drag them off together with his socks and boots.
I pulled him to me, kissing him forcefully while I freed my dick.
At this stage of my life, it wasn’t that different from a human cock, but I wasn’t going to let him have a good look. No need to weird him out.
Without hesitating, I guided his hips until he lowered himself down on my shaft. This time, it went in all the way. On the first thrust. Fuck, he was a miracle. He made a sound of relief when his ass cheeks rested against my lap and his rim clamped on the base of my dick.
“Oh fuck yes.” Those feather-like eyelashes fluttered when he rolled his hips, and his tongue peeked out.
His passion was written all over his face.
There’s nothing as gratifying as a lover visibly enjoying your touch, and Lawrence looked high on sex when he slowly began riding my cock.
I wrapped my hands around his waist and moved them up underneath that fancy vest of his, his lean muscles rippling under my palms. He whined from the back of his throat, biting his lip.
“You can be loud now,” I told him, and he laughed.
He moved like a dancer, rocking sensually, loving my cock with his hot flesh, and the beast purred with satisfaction. It liked Lawrence a lot which was great because I did too.
Groaning, he sped up until he was bouncing up and down wildly like he couldn’t help himself.
He looked so decadent, all dressed up for the party but naked from the waist down.
His hard dick smacked my abdomen, and his frenzied cries filled the car.
His flushed face scrunched up with an approaching orgasm, and I stared at the glorious, lusty display in awe.
Lawrence arched and keened, his hole clenching while he ground down, impaling himself as much as he could.
Goddamn! Forget fragile. This boy’s strength and stamina were an incredible turn-on—the way he took what he wanted, animalistic and free…
spectacular. Watching him find his peak, I got overwhelmed with the power of my climax.
My body tingled, and white-hot pleasure rushed through my dick when I thrust up, spilling more cum into his gorgeous, eager body.
He slumped in my lap, panting, his muscles quivering with aftershocks.
“You have an amazing cock,” he murmured against the crook of my neck.
“What a lucky coincidence. You have the perfect ass for it.”
He giggled, and the sound made my heart flutter.
“No toilet paper in here, huh?” he asked, wiggling.
“I got some paper towels in the glove compartment.” I reached for them and handed a couple of torn pieces to Lawrence.
“Thank you,” he said politely as he lifted off my softening dick and wiped himself before he could smear my black slacks.
My shirt was wet with his cum, the stain clearly noticeable on the dark material, but I didn’t mind. I dipped a finger in it and licked it off. Delicious. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on his ass because Lawrence seemed to be a walking talking treat.
He climbed over to the passenger seat and dragged his pants back on, stuffing his shirt into them. Breathing in the heavy air, full of his orgasm, I started the car and navigated slowly out of the garage.
“Are you comfortable?” I asked as we pulled onto the well-lit streets of Ardaine’s commercial epicenter.
“Very. Your dick did a great job pumping my system with a bunch of dopamine.”
I grinned. “Entirely my pleasure.”
“So where are we going?”
“I have an apartment in one of the high-rise buildings in Riverside.”
“Hm. That’s a nice neighborhood.”
Focusing on the unpredictable New Year’s Eve traffic, I couldn’t see his expression, but his tone was once again a little apprehensive.
“We can watch the fireworks from the balcony at midnight.”
“Sounds great,” he said neutrally.
I’d already fucked him. He was coming home with me, a sure thing. Why was I nervous about him liking me?
As I breathed deeply, his scent seemed to saturate my lungs, and like an addict after the first dose, I wanted more of it. I craved to lean closer so I could sniff at his skin.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter.
Soon.