23. Myles #2
He does that a few more times, then grips my base with one hand and moves over me at a slow clip, changing his pace and suction as he goes so I can’t get used to any one sensation.
He’s in the mood to play, and I lock my knees and lean back against the wall so I don’t slide to the floor with him. And even with the multiple showers around us acting like white noise, I keep my hand over my mouth to stifle any sounds I might make.
I’ve learned that I’m vocal as hell when I’m with Jax, and the last thing we need is to be interrupted because I can’t keep my damn cries quiet and give us away.
Jax works me over for what feels like forever, teasing me right to the brink of orgasm, then pulling off my cock to tongue at my balls and bite at the skin of my upper thighs and groin.
The man knows exactly what to do to inflict the maximum amount of pleasure on me, and he uses what feels like every trick in his arsenal to keep me right on the edge of coming.
I let out a sigh of relief when he finally pulls off me and reaches into the changing part of the stall to grab a bottle of lube he must have brought with him.
I start to turn around, already desperate to feel him filling me, but he grips my hip to hold me in place.
I give him a confused look, and his grin is full of heat and promise as he flips the lube cap open with his thumb and takes my cock into his mouth again.
My eyes roll back, and I have to slap my hand over my mouth again as he moves over me at an agonizingly slow pace, his suction just light enough to drive me crazy without offering any sort of relief.
I’m so focused on his mouth that I jump when he presses one finger against my taint and slides it through my crease so he can rub it over my hole.
Still moving over me like he has all the time in the world, he slowly pushes his finger inside me. I’m so eager for more that I try to push back on it and force him to go faster, but he just pulls his finger away until I give up and stay still for him.
He makes a rumbling sound around my dick that I feel instead of hear, and my eyes roll back again as he drags his finger over my prostate.
A burst of laughter from the stall next to us draws my attention from Jax, and I bite my tongue to make sure I don’t make any unnecessary noise as they turn off the water.
It sounds like mine is the only shower running now, and the relative quiet makes my heart pound with excitement at how much more vulnerable to being caught we are.
The strange thing is that I don’t actually want to get caught, and I’d probably die of embarrassment if we were, but the possibility that we could is hot in ways I don’t understand.
Instead of leaving the stall, the guy next to us starts talking, like he’s on the phone.
I look down and meet Jax’s eyes, and the laughter in them mirrors my own.
Who the fuck makes a call while they’re in a shower stall in their dorm?
And based on the quiet words I keep catching over the sound of my running showerhead and the soft voices of people still milling about, it sounds like he’s talking to a stockbroker or maybe a financial planner of some sort.
Jax must notice my distraction because he shoves a second finger inside me and rubs my prostate like there’s a prize underneath that he’s trying to unearth.
My legs start shaking from the onslaught of pleasure, and I have to grab his shoulder to steady myself so I don’t fall over as he keeps nailing my prostate and starts sucking me hard and fast.
I’m so close I know I’m not going to last, and I take my hand off my mouth so I can grab his hair and try to pull him off me.
He lets me yank him away from my dick, and I sag against the wall as he stands and gives me a hard kiss that leaves me breathless and desperate when he finally breaks it.
At some point during our kisses, the guy in the next stall stopped talking, and at least one other shower is running, but the room is still quiet enough that someone close could hear us.
Jax is smiling that damn sexy grin of his when he spins me around and presses me against his hard body, one hand covering my mouth and the other holding me up so I don’t fall to the floor in a heap.
This time I’m ready for it when he slides his cock between my ass cheeks, and I bear down and push back against him when his cockhead bumps my hole.
He slides into me with almost no resistance. I’m so ready for him that there’s barely any burn or stretch, and the slight sting feels so damn good I lean back against him, giving him complete control over my body, and my pleasure.
The room around us fades in and out of existence as Jax fucks me. He starts slow, using long and teasing strokes as he kisses and bites at my neck, but gradually moves faster and harder as he lights me up from the inside and sets my entire body on fire with need.
He’s being careful not to make any extra noise by stopping his thrusts before our skin meets, but I’m so far gone that I wouldn’t care if the whole dorm was watching us.
I would after when the haze of my desire clears, but right then Jax could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d take it with a smile and beg for more.
Jax releases my mouth, and I immediately turn my head, searching out his for a kiss. He obliges, and I sink into the sensations as he brings me closer and closer to my orgasm until I erupt, almost without warning, and shoot all over the tiled floor as my body is racked with waves of pleasure.
Jax stiffens behind me, then he jerks and groans against my kiss as his cock pulses and he comes too, filling me exactly the way I love.
Eventually the world comes back into focus, and I shiver in his arms as his softening cock falls out of me. He gently spins me around and holds me close, his kisses soft and sweet as he gives me a chance to enjoy the afterglow.
When I’m mostly coherent again, Jax breaks our kiss and gives me a sly smile that makes me want to giggle like a moron. I tamp down the urge and grin at him like one instead.
“See you in an hour.” He pecks another kiss against my lips, then slips out of the stall.
I take a moment to do a quick clean up, and Jax is gone when I pull the curtain back so I can get my towel. My legs are shaking as I dry off and pull my clothes on, but I’m mostly recovered when I leave the stall and walk through the bathroom to the door.
The few guys who are around give me quick, curious glances, but they’re exactly the same looks I’ve been getting for weeks, and not the type of look someone who just heard me getting railed in a shower stall would give.
Keeping my head down so I don’t smile like a dumbass, I leave the bathroom and head down the hall to my room to wait for Jax to come get me so we can go to dinner with his friends at Hamilton House before hanging out in his and Jace’s room.
Something tells me this isn’t going to be the last time he “attacks” me in the shower, and I’m already thinking of all the other places he could sneak up on me as I slip into my room and close the door behind me.