Chapter 21 #2
I step back so he has room to turn while I open the condom and roll it down my cock.
Instead, Charles grabs a packet of lube from his pocket, tosses it to me, and then walks to the side of the stall where there’s a bench to keep clothes dry.
I suit up and drizzle the lube over the condom as Charles gives me an uncertain smile.
“Just … be gentle. I haven’t done this before.”
The sliver of vulnerability between all of his confidence makes me step forward and drop a soft kiss on his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”
With a deep breath, he turns and plants his hands on the bench, then tilts his hips up toward me.
I moan, letting my hand roam along his crease, down his taint, and gently over his balls. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I remind myself that I need to be inside him before I come, because this sight is perfect fap material.
I take a long, chest-expanding breath to steady myself, then grab my cock and step forward.
“We have to be quiet,” I remind him. I’m not sure how much time has passed, but this hasn’t been the quickie I thought it would be.
I’m confident we still have time, but I’d hate to put too much trust into that guess and be wrong.
“I know.”
“You ready?”
“My cock is crying at how long you’re taking.”
I chuckle and press the head of my dick to his hole. Just like with my finger, there’s the slightest resistance, and then … it pops past that tight ring of muscle, and his ass sucks me in.
At Charles’s sharp hiss, I force myself to stop.
“Everything okay?” I ask, sounding slightly out of breath.
“Yeah, but … slowly. Please.”
With how fucking amazing he feels, I’d do anything he asked of me. The word no isn’t in my vocabulary. His ass owns me. The goddamn thing deserves a shrine. And okay, maybe I’m being dramatic, but there’s no blood left in my brain, and I’m pretty sure even my brain has ventured south.
I move my hand to his hip and rub soft circles into his skin as I lean forward and press light kisses over his shoulder.
His head tilts back. “We should have rethought locations.”
“Are you kidding? You’re fulfilling my deepest fantasy. Every time I walk into this locker room—any locker room—all I’ll be able to think of is your tight little ass.”
He gasps and pushes back onto me more. My breath catches. Hand flexes.
“You like that?”
“Even when you’re on the other side of the country?” he asks.
I sink a little farther. “Even when I’m on the other side of the world.”
“Oh, wow.”
“Promise me something,” I say, giving tiny, lazy thrusts halfway in. “When I make it to the Olympics, no matter where you are, I want you to watch my first swim.”
“I’ll watch all of them. Every one.”
I let out a gravelly hum, and press my lips to his ear. “Good. Because when I’m sitting in that locker room, right before my swim, the only thing I’ll be thinking of is you. And no matter where you are, I want you to look at me and know that you own that moment.”
“Shit.” He presses back, farther and farther, and when I’m almost all the way in, I snap my hips forward and seal us together.
A small cry falls from his lips, and I hurry to cover his mouth.
“That wasn’t very quiet.”
“Sorry,” comes his muffled voice under my palm.
I roll my hips, and he moans, almost making me do the same. “Next time we fuck,” I say, “we’re doing it somewhere I can hear every filthy sound that leaves your filthy mouth.”
“N-next time?”
“My entire schedule just cleared.”
His ass flexes around me as he chuckles, and I readjust my hold to seal his mouth closed properly.
“I’m gonna make this fast.”
He nods.
“You ready?”
He nods again.
Shit, yes.
I draw out slowly, loving the drag and pull of the suction on my cock, and when I’m almost all the way out, I slam home again.
He jolts. I’m pretty sure he gasps. But he presses back, again and again, with every thrust I give him.
I set a medium pace, trying to focus on not coming too soon but keeping myself right there on the edge.
I can’t make this last forever, but if it was up to me, I’d bury myself in his ass and stay there all night.
With his mouth out of action, the noises are building in his throat, in his chest, a private soundtrack all for me.
I’m trying to keep my own appreciative noises under control, even as the steady slap of my balls against his ass echoes through the room.
My ears are strained for any sound, any hint of someone walking in, and even though that thought terrifies me, it also stokes my arousal to unbearable levels.
My pace quickens, and Charles fucks himself back onto my cock. One of his hands is fisted against the tile while the other steadies him, and I’m torn between keeping his mouth covered to prevent the porny noises and reaching down to jack him off.
A high whine gets caught in his throat. Charles readjusts his weight to lean into the hand against the wall and goes to take the decision away from me.
“No.” I nip his shoulder. “Leave it. I want to take care of that.”
He whines and shoves back onto me.
“Trust …”
Another noise of protest. I’ll show him. I straighten, arching his back and pulling him up with me so I can keep my hand over his mouth, then turn slightly and press him into the wall beside us.
“Your ass is indescribable,” I hiss before I completely let go of control.
There’s no more holding off, no more taking it slow.
I have one goal and one goal only in mind.
I fuck Charles hard and fast, pounding his ass with every thrust. My teeth are buried into my bottom lip to hold back any sound, but my brain is fuzzing over.
Bubbling full of lust and need. Flipping the switch to full-on animal mode, where all I can do is feel.
Build. Hunt down my orgasm until I’m treated to sweet relief.
Another high-pitched whine from Charles makes me come undone. The needy noise shivers down my spine, pools into my balls and— “Nrgh, coming.”
I unload into the condom, hips rolling and thrusting with every throb of my release. I try to draw it out, desperately clutching the feeling and trying to hold on, but too soon it ebbs, and I’m left panting and sweaty against his back.
Charles squirms under my weight.
“Your turn.”
I pull out, guide him to sit on the bench, then sink to my knees in front of him. His hands immediately card through my hair as my lips close around his cock. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it turns out it doesn’t matter.
The second my eyes flick up to collide with his, the fingers in my hair pull tight, and his whole body goes stiff.
“Z-Zeke …”
Cum hits my tongue, over and over, and Charles’s whole body shudders under the force of his orgasm.
I suck him through it, loving the taste, the feel, the way he’s struggling to breathe through his smothered cries.
Seeing someone who’s usually so perfectly put together come undone is mind-blowing.
He gives one last, long shiver, and then he falls still.
He’s panting, red-cheeked, looking like he’s just been stunned stupid.
I let his dick slip out of my mouth while his grip on my hair softens. He strokes my head, and I lean into the touch, feeling more satisfied than I ever have in my life.
“Wow,” he says.
I straighten so we’re eye to eye, then wrap my arms around him. “Yup.”
“Like … wow.”
“So to sum up … wow?”
“Much, much wow.”
I chuckle and press my lips to his hair, lingering for that extra second like I’ve always done, until the slightest hint of shampoo hits my nose.
Wow, indeed.