Page 6 of Crossed Sticks

“Same situation here,” he said.

That set off a round of wild thoughts, and I nodded. “Hanging outwould be amazing, but I’d be game to hang out as well.”

“So, that’s a firm yes on hanging outandhanging out?”

“You bet.” I didn’t know if he was looking for a friend with benefits or a short-term fling, but we could have a lot of fun either way. “I know you have to be somewhere soon,” I said, “but do you have time for us to drink our coffee?”

He pulled out his phone and glanced at it. “About forty minutes.” Another impish twinkle lit up his eyes. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

He got up and made a big show of adjusting himself, then walked to the front of the shop. I couldn’t see the counter, and since I hadn’t touched my coffee yet, I hoped he didn’t bring me something else to drink.

He was back in less than a minute. “Come with me.”

“Where?”

Flashing a cocky grin, he held up a key. “I know the barista, so I said I had to use the men’s room. You need to go as bad as I do, right?”

Holy shit, does he want to…Yeah, judging by his hungry look, that’s exactly what he had in mind. My brain screamed a shrill warning, but fuck it. I was going in there with him.

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luca

The lookon Harper’s face was priceless. He was clearly no stranger to hookups, but his wide eyes and nervous grin made me wonder if he’d ever done it in public. While I didn’t make a habit of fucking in coffee shops, he brought out the caveman in me. I was meeting my buddies to play paintball, and if Harper and I didn’t put out a few flames before then, I’d be a total disaster. To be honest, I wanted him more than I’d wanted anyone in a long time. If he changed his mind about hanging out, I’d at least have this to remember.

The door clicked shut behind us. After making sure it was locked, I swept my gaze over Harper for what felt like the hundredth time since his arrival. His casual outfit—baseball cap, comfy T-shirt, and silly cargo shorts—screamed “straight guy,” but with a provocative, sexy edge. I was a goner.

I launched myself toward him, covering his mouth with mine and pushing him against the wall. Grunting, he wrapped his arms around me while I slid my tongue into his mouth. My hands were splayed against his chest, and when I squeezed his pecs, his moan made me as hard as a rock. I rotated my hips, grinding my cock against him through our clothes. He was hard,too, and his dick felt heavy. I jutted my hips forward to increase the friction.

He tasted like strawberries and coffee, and I angled my head trying to get better access. I wanted to possess him, to release my pent-up desire from the last few days, but I already knew whatever happened here wouldn’t be enough. My blood tore through my veins, propelled by the violent pounding of my heart. I groaned as he smoothed his hands across my back, leaving fire in his wake even through my shirt. I was wild with desire, torn between taking him now or savoring these first moments—touching him everywhere and mentally recording every moan and sigh so I could please him in the future.

Maybe he was a caveman, too. With a loud grunt, he seized control of the kiss, tightening his hold on me and thrusting his cock against mine. A sweet, pleasantly sweaty scent enveloped me while his tongue took charge of my mouth, and then his hands dipped lower, spreading his scorching touch to my ass.

We took turns being in control, moving our tongues from mouth to mouth while we struggled to remain quiet. He let me go long enough to grip my shirt at the hem, breaking our kiss only for the instant it took to pull it over my head and toss it on top of a storage container. Desperate to be skin to skin, I did the same to him. When we wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our chests together, the warm, sweaty slide ratcheted up our frenzy. Although we’d agreed to hang out, there was nothing to call this moment except a hookup. It was already the hottest one I’d ever had, but our time was limited because I had to meet my friends. Clearly, we needed to come as soon as possible, so bracing my hands against Harper’s chest, I pushed us apart.

“The fuck?” His eyes were glazed with lust, and he wrinkled his face in frustration.

“Need more.” I sank to my knees and unbuttoned his shorts. He was wearing plaid boxers, another straight-guy touch thatmade my dick get even harder. As I pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, his cock bobbed up to greet me.Holy fucking shit, he’sbig.Every bit of seven inches, cut and thick, his dick made my mouth water.

His musk was stronger now, and I inhaled deeply. A drop of precum hung from his slit, too tempting to resist, and he gasped when I licked it off.

“Fuck.” He tangled his fingers in my hair. “You gonna suck me or what? I need to come.”

“Yeah?” I looked up into his eyes, and his hungry stare brought out the devil in me. “You’ve got a great dick, and you’d like to come in my mouth, wouldn’t you?”

“Shit,” he hissed. “Yes.”

“Remember not to scream my name when you blow your load. Want me to swallow?”

“Fuck, Luca. Swallow every drop.”

His pleading tone added fire to my belly while I closed my mouth around him. He gave a strangled moan and tightened his grip on my hair. His cock filled my mouth, and I enjoyed his throaty sounds while I sucked him. He gave a frustrated grunt when I pulled off and licked the shaft, then gasped when I slurped more precum from his slit.

“Suck it.” His voice was low and husky, sending a shiver up my spine.

His hips bucked forward, and he muttered another curse when I swirled my tongue around his crown. Wrapping a hand around the base, I started sucking again. My dick throbbed, but I hadn’t pushed my shorts down, and I wasn’t in a good position to do it now. Harper was quite vocal, a little worrisome since we were in a public restroom, but his filthy words only excited me more. Whispered curses, a command to “suck my fucking dick,” and a promise to choke me with his cum were boiling hot. He was impatient, groaning frantically when he grasped the sides ofmy head and fucked my mouth. His precum was salty-sweet, and when it coated my tongue, I knew it was time to either pull off or get ready for the fireworks.

“Really close,” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”

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