Page 8 of Crossed Sticks

“Wish you were.”

There we go, vers at least.

He removed a hand from the wall and started jacking off. “Jerk it, baby,” I whispered. “So fucking hot. Got another big load in there for me? Gonna shoot it all over the floor?”

“Fuck. Really close.”

“Me too.” I pounded him, struggling to keep us both upright. “I’m about to come, baby. Shoot with me.”

He tensed, grunting viciously as he shoved back onto my dick. His taint pulsed as he painted the wall with a stream of cum. My orgasm slammed into me, so intense I felt like I hadn’t come in a week. The loud splats of our cum hitting the wall and floor were obscene.

When we finished, he leaned back against me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. Cum was still dribbling out of my cock, and I fucked his legs more, wanting to smear as much of me on him as I could. We moaned in unison when our breathing slowed. The world came back into focus, and I let him go. “Turn around.”

He faced me, smiling. “I can’t believe I came twice. Or that we did it here.”

I winked. “Stick with me, and we’ll have all kinds of fun.”

“No doubt.” He kissed me, and I lost myself in hope that we’d do this again when I could be inside him. His cheeks were pink when he drew away, and he said, “I liked having you back there, in case that wasn’t clear. Were you serious about wanting to do this again?”

His eyes were wary, and I stroked his stubbly chin with my thumb. “A hundred percent. As great as this was, and it wasfucking unbelievable, there’s so much else I want to do with you.” All at once, doubt reared its head. “Ifyou’restill interested.”

He nodded, his expression brightening. “More than interested.”

“Good.”

We cleaned ourselves up as much as possible with paper towels, and he nodded at the door while we were getting dressed. “No one’s tried it since we’ve been in here.”

I kept my face as deadpan as possible. “Must be that out-of-order sign my friend put on the door after we came in.”

Harper’s eyes widened. “Are you fucking kidding me? How embarrassing.”

I laughed. “You’re too easy.”

“Fuckwad.” Somehow that word doesn’t have its usual insulting effect when you snicker halfway through it.

We wiped our cum off the wall and floor, and then made sure all the bathroom surfaces were clean. After stuffing the paper towels into the waste can, I spoke quickly before I could overthink what I wanted to say. “I’ll be home by six tomorrow night. Want to hang out?”

He grimaced. “I’m flying back to D.C. tomorrow to finish up my move. I’ll be back next week, so can we do it then?”

My mouth went dry. Before we entered the bathroom, I’d mentioned tomorrow, but he hadn’t said anything about leaving town. Was he putting me off after getting what he wanted, or was I being paranoid? Harper seemed like a good guy, so I went with my gut. “Sure. When will that be?”

“Monday night. I have a lot to do down there, and my buddies are having a going-away cookout for me. On top of everything else, I have to see the realtor who’s selling my condo.”

“A week?” I closed the distance between us. “You think I can wait that long for more of you?”

“Time flies, trust me.” He quirked his lips into a sideways smile. “Jerk off to me every day, and we’ll be together again in no time.”

“Fuck that. You’ll be jacking off to me.”

His smirk softened into a real smile. “Probably.”

My pulse raced as I imagined Harper, spread out on a bed, jerking his fat dick. He’d grunt my name while he shot his cum. I looked into his eyes and couldn’t resist tracing a finger across his brow. “Now I’ll be jerking off while I think about you jacking off to me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you have to meet someone?”

“Yeah, a bunch of guys.”

“Uh huh. Just making sure you weren’t trying to start round two.”

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