Chapter 8 #2
The third stripes across my nose and forehead, clinging to my eyelashes.
He keeps coming. Pulsing, grunting, his whole body shaking as he empties himself all over my face.
He’s a fucking firehose. My tongue darts out, lapping up what I can reach, chasing the hot streams as they paint my skin.
But most of it is beyond me. It drips from my chin, my forehead, slides down my neck in warm trails.
“Holy fuck,” Jace chokes behind me. “Fuck, Luca, that’s so…
” His control is gone. The steady, punishing pace devolves into frantic, desperate rutting.
His grip on my hips turns bruising. He slams forward one, two, three more times, then buries himself to the hilt and stays there.
I feel him swell inside me. Feel the first hot pulse deep in my guts.
He isn’t wearing a condom. He’s coming in me. Bare.
My own orgasm hits without warning. One second it’s a distant rumble, the next it’s a full eruption.
I don’t even touch myself. My cock just fires.
Long, thick ropes that splatter onto the concrete between my feet.
I howl. A hoarse, broken sound as I empty out, my ass clamping down around Jace’s pulsing cock, milking him for everything he’s got.
And fuck, he’s got a lot. Even though it’s his second, the sheer amount is staggering.
I can feel it. The hot flood filling me, seeping into my guts, some of it already leaking out around the tight seal of my hole.
It’s a strange, warm sensation. As intimate as it is dirty.
My best friend, marking me from the inside out.
For what feels like a full minute, all three of us are coming at once. Hawk’s last spurts onto my face, Jace pouring into my ass, me spraying all over the floor. A three-man chorus of grunts and groans and shaky breaths.
Then, as one, we sag.
Jace slumps against my back, forehead resting between my shoulder blades, and his softening cock slips out of me.
The warm rush of his cum follows, a wet, messy trickle down my thighs.
My legs buckle, but Hawk catches me. One massive arm hooks under my chest, holding me upright while my body trembles through the aftershocks.
I lean against him, boneless and spent, my cheek smearing against his sweaty, tattooed chest.
Cum is everywhere. On my face, in my hair, dripping down my legs, pooling on the floor between my feet. The air is thick with it. Sweat and sex and the cheap, lingering scent of cherry lube.
I feel Jace’s lips press between my shoulder blades. Soft. A tender gesture after everything he just put me through. His hands come up to bracket my ribs and he holds me, breath warm and shaky against my skin. He whispers my name. “Luca.”
“Yeah,” I breathe back. My throat feels raw, my lips swollen.
Hawk chuckles. He grabs a wad of tissues from the dispenser and starts wiping my face. “Well,” he says, dabbing at a streak of cum on my forehead. “That escalated.”
I try to stand, but my legs give out immediately.
Hawk and Jace catch me before I hit the floor and ease me down onto the bench.
My ass is sore. A deep, pleasant ache that radiates through my lower back.
I sit there, naked and streaked with three different loads, watching them pull up their sweatpants.
Both of them have that same dazed, blissed-out look I’m sure is plastered across my own face. Hawk tucks himself away and hands me my clothes. I take them with a trembling hand.
I pull my briefs and jeans on slowly. Everything hurts in the best way. My jaw, my ass, my thighs. My T-shirt is a lost cause. Stiff with cum and sweat and whatever else was on that filthy floor. I pull it on anyway. Fuck it. At this point, it’s a badge of honor.
Hawk pulls his black T-shirt back on, the bird of prey across his back disappearing beneath the fabric. He pats down his pockets, pulls out a crumpled receipt and a pen, and scribbles something on the back.
“Lumen,” he says, pressing it into my palm. “Sauna I told you about. Tell the lady at the front Hawk sent you. She’ll give you the good rate.” He winks. “Might see you boys around. Been a real pleasure.”
Then he unlocks the door, gives us a two-finger salute, and walks out. The door swings shut, and Jace and I are alone in the cum-scented booth.
“So,” Jace says.
“So,” I say.
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
“Right.”
He rocks back on his heels. “That was… not how I expected tonight to go.”
“Tell me about it.” I look down at the stains on my shirt. I feel a million miles from the guy who walked into this shop, and yet more like myself than I ever have.
Jace holds out his hand. I take it. As he pulls me up from the bench, our forearms brush, the tattoos touching. The two lightning bolts line up perfectly.
“Sorry if I was a little rough,” he says, not letting go of my hand.
“Don’t be.” I meet his eyes. “Turns out I like it rough.”
Jace’s dimple appears before the rest of the grin catches up. “Yeah. You do.”
“Sorry I didn’t tell you it was me. Through the hole.”
He squeezes my hand. “Turns out I like it when it’s you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His eyes sweep over my face, down my body, and back up. He lets go of my hand and reaches out, thumb brushing over my jaw, smearing a drying drop of Hawk’s cum across my skin. “We should definitely check out that sauna.”
“Will you fuck me in the steam room?”
His grin widens. “The steam room. The showers. The hot tub. I’ll bend you over the reception desk if that’s what you want.” He leans in, lips brushing my ear. “I’ve got two years of catching up to do.”
“Good,” I breathe. “Don’t hold back.”
“Never again.”
And as we stand there in the purple haze, sticky and sated, grinning like idiots, two knocks come from the wall. Thump. Thump. A zipper rasps.
We both turn toward the hole.
A thick, hard cock slides through the opening, jutting into our booth. It’s a nice one. Uncut, perfectly straight, already dripping with anticipation.
We look at it. Then at each other.
I bite my lip. Jace raises an eyebrow.
We shouldn’t. We’re spent. We still haven’t found Kyle’s gift. And we’ve got a forty-minute drive home. This night has already been plenty eventful.
But where’s the fun in that?
The End