Page 9 of Flash

I gave him my card, but he never bothered to call or stop by, and he turned a disturbing shade of green when I teased him about not calling. Maybe that really was because of his hangover, but maybe it wasn’t. Neither of those things suggest a high level of interest on his part, but his fingers deftly undoing my belt and his hard cock against my leg are definitely what I would consider mixed signals.

Fuck me, this is how I always end up in the same mess over and over. For some stupid reason, my heart can never tell the difference between genuine interest and pure animal lust. I’ve made an ass of myself more times than I can count with men who only saw me as a way to get off, while I was dreaming up romantic happily ever afters.

I’m not going to make the same mistake with Lewis.

If he wants ten minutes of thinking with our dicks instead of our heads, then I’m going to make every last second count and worry about mixed signals later. I deepen the kiss, forcing him to his tiptoes as I press him into the door and bend my knees so I can reintroduce our cocks to each other, even if it’s only through our clothes. My belt buckle clangs and rattles, my zipper halfway down, the cotton of my boxer briefs already damp and sticky with precum as I drag my erection against the hard outline of his. He pants into my mouth, tangling one hand in my hair and the other in my beard.

Has he thought about me at all? Has he spent even a single night with his hand around his cock, groaning my name into his pillow without relief? Fuck knows I’ve made more of a habit of it than I’d like to admit.

Or was there a different man in his back seat the next night, tasting his cherry lips and painting him with their shared release? I don’t even know Lewis, and I sure as fuck don’t have any claim to him. But the thought sends a rush of jealous heat through me anyway and tears a growl from my chest, only for it to be swallowed down by Lewis with a sexy as fuck little mewl as I shove my hand down his jeans to grope his straining cock roughly.

I wrap my fingers around his slender shaft, tugging his boxer briefs tight around his erection, and stroke him. Even through the fabric, I can feel the blazing heat of his skin and the soft bulge of the veins that line his cock from root to tip, throbbing with his thundering pulse and electric lust that’s ricocheting between us.

“Arrow,” he gasps, and my inner caveman beats his chest triumphantly.

That’s right, beautiful, say my name. Forget you even know anyone else’s. I stroke him faster, thumbing the head of his cock every time I reach it and reveling in the way his underwear is getting wetter and wetter with precum.

I suck his tongue, then drag my lips away from his mouth to kiss and nip my way along his jaw and down his throat.

“I don’t have a stopwatch on me to clock that ten-minute deadline,” I murmur, sucking a patch of skin at the crook of his neck between my teeth. “Think I have time to get my mouth on you before the buzzer?”

Lewis makes a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a moan, bobbing his head and using his grip on my hair to nudge me downward, making his enthusiasm for the idea clear. I sink to my knees and he sags against the wall, his eyes fixed on me, shining with desire. He’s worrying his bottom lip between his teeth again, his chest heaving with rapid breaths as he tangles his other hand in my hair and thrusts his hips impatiently.

Hooking my fingers in his pants and underwear, I tug them down to his thighs in one swift motion, letting his cock swing free enticingly. I flick my tongue teasingly over the flared head, my eyes rolling back and lust tightening in my gut at the salty-sweet flavor of his precum. I moan and part my lips, catching him between them as I wrap my hands around the back of his thighs to help him stay upright. I swallow down his long, slender cock with relative ease, stroking along the underside of his shaft with my tongue and burying my nose in the thatch of blond pubic hair at his base.

He makes a strangled sound as I hold him in my throat for a minute, savoring the weight of him on my tongue and the shudder that racks his body when I swallow around him.

He gasps my name again, and cocky possessiveness lights up my insides. I grunt around my mouthful, sending vibrations through his cock with the sound, before I pull back until just his cockhead rests on my tongue, then take him deep all over again.

I’d love to tease him by starting out slow and building up to a faster rhythm, keeping him on the edge until he can’t hold himself back from humping my face and begging me to swallow his cum. My cock throbs eagerly at that idea, but since I don’t know how serious he was about the ten-minute limit, I get right down to business, setting a pace that has him moaning and scrambling for purchase against the wall in no time.

His knees quake and my name falls from his lips over and over in between half-bitten curses and whining pleas. A mixture of saliva and precum trickles out of my mouth to dampen my beard as I take him into my throat over and over again, sliding one hand between his legs to tease his taint with the ghosting brush of my fingertips.

“Oh fuck, I’m so close. Oh god, oh fuck,” he rasps, twisting a handful of my hair tighter until my scalp stings. He snaps his hips forward, instinct taking over, his body running on the primal need to find release as his balls constrict and his muscles tense. “Arrow,” he wails my name and his cock swells against my tongue, then starts to throb and pulse. I pull back so I can catch the volley of hot, salty cum, greedily lapping at his slit to coax every last drop from him.

When he’s spent, I drag my lips off him slowly, a string of saliva connecting the head of his cock to my mouth for a split second before it falls away. Lewis’s skin is flushed, and his eyes are clouded over with pleasure, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. My cock is still rock hard, but the fact that I’m too damn old to be kneeling on a cement floor for any amount of time is a more pressing issue at the moment.

I wince and haul myself to my feet, grabbing Lewis around the waist and pulling him along with me for the few steps it takes to reach the rolling chair in front of the small desk. I collapse into the chair with a groan, and he chuckles.

“Your turn,” he says, dropping to his knees between my legs.

My cock gives a hearty jerk and I lift my hips to help him tug my pants down. He doesn’t tease, doesn’t waste a second before wrapping his slender fingers around the base of my cock and his hot lips around me.

“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, rocking my hips gently, my eyelids fluttering at the silky feeling of his tongue and the give of the back of his throat as he relaxes to take me deep.

He groans and hums, the sound running through me and tightening around my balls. The sloppy, wet sound of his mouth as he works it up and down my length is just as hot as the noises he’s making, every one of them making the pit of my stomach tighten. I drag my fingers through the soft tangle of his hair and keep my eyes open just a slit, so I can watch every flicker of expression on his face, cataloging all of it for my spank bank. If my brain is going to fixate on fantasies of Lewis, at least I’ll have some fresh material after this.

He works one hand up and down my shaft in time with his mouth and tugs at my balls with the other. My toes curl in my boots, and even though I’m desperate for this to last, I’m helpless against the rising tide. I slam my hips up and throw my head back with a roar, emptying myself down his throat, my orgasm going on and on until my balls are sore and my whole body feels like Jell-O.

He releases my softening cock with an obscene pop, then wipes the back of his hand over his wet, swollen lips.

The sudden silence rings in my ears as Lewis sits back on his heels, and I tuck my spent cock back into my pants. He blushes, realizing he’s still swinging free, then pushes to his feet to pull his pants up too.

“Is there any point in giving you my number again?” I ask, hoping I sound more casual than I feel as a rusty laugh catches in my throat.

He chews on his swollen bottom lip as he zips up his pants and runs his fingers through his messy hair to tame it. My pulse hammers out a drumbeat in my ears as I get up and do up my belt.

When there’s nothing else for him to stall with, he lets out a breath and looks at me again.

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