Page 86 of I Blame the Club

Heat fills his eyes as they follow the water trailing down my body, the hot water helping to loosen the tape’s hold. I start peeling the condom wrappers off me, exposing more skin with each one.

Running my hands down my naked, condom-free body, I meet his eyes as my fingers tease the tip of my hard cock.

“Tell me, Maurice, how old am I?”

A smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the bathroom counter, the predatory glint in his eyes making my fist pump faster.

“Twenty.” Reaching out, he replaces my hand with his own, “And I’ll tell you something else.”

Pressing his thumb against my slit, I let out a moan. He grins, using the running water to increase the friction, “By the end of the night you won’t remember your name never mind how old you are.”

“Deal.”

Grabbing his shirt, I haul Maurice into the tight shower stall with me. His head knocks the shower head, sending water everywhere as I press my wet body against him. He doesn’t waste a second, using his arms to trap me against the tiled wall before dragging my leg over his hip and grinding into me.

I moan again, feeling his erection press against me through his soaked clothes. Gripping the ends of his t-shirt, I peel it off his body and latch onto the closest nipple I can find. He hisses out a breath as I tease the pink bud, the sting of my teeth making his hips thrust against me.

“Fuck, Nico.”

The sound of my name on his lips has a smile painting my face as I hop to the next nipple. I continue my torture, switching between gentle sucking and not-so-gentle biting when Maurice snaps and hauls us both out of the shower.

“Get your lube. Now.”

I go running out of the bathroom, slipping and sliding to my dorm room so I can yank open my nightstand and grab the lube bottle. By the time I make it back to the bathroom, the shower has been turned off and Maurice is waiting for me in all his naked glory.

My mouth waters as I take in the sight of him, the water glistening off his body and slicked back hair making him the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

If God created each of us, he sure took his sweet time with Maurice O’Brien.

“Get over here.” The second I’m within reach, he hauls me against him, stealing the bottle from my hands and stealing my breath with his lips. My hand wanders down to stroke both of us together, the sensation paired with Maurice’s hands kneading my ass cheeks making me harder than I would have thought possible.

I gasp when a lube-covered finger circles my hole, the tip of his finger mercilessly teasing me.

“Babe, keep that up and I’m not going to last much longer.”

He releases my mouth with a grin, watching my reaction when he sinks the entire digit into me. I moan, pushing back shamelessly as he slips another finger in. Maurice leans forwards and plants a kiss on my neck, the softness of the action a complete contrast to the punishing thrusts of his fingers.

He pulls back and looks at me, eyes blazing, “Turn around.”

Turning so my back is to him, I meet his gaze in the foggy bathroom mirror and smirk, “Better?”

A growl rips from his throat, “Grab the counter.”

The sound of foil ripping is the only warning I get before he bends me over and pushes the tip of his dick inside me. I groan as he sinks in, the burning sensation making my muscles clench around him.

He hisses out a breath, “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

We both groan when he bottoms out, our eyes locking in the mirror as Maurice starts pumping his hips. Wet hair falls across his forehead as his thrusts turn savage, my grip on the counter the only thing keeping me from falling over.

My hand wanders down to my dick, increasing the pleasure strumming through me with a few good strokes. He watches me in the mirror, slowing his rhythm to match the pace of my hand. It’s blissful torture as I watch the gorgeous man take control of my body, my strokes and his thrusts increasing in synch until we both reach the finish line.

I scream his name as I fall over the edge and the grin that crosses his face right before he comes is one I will remember until the day I die.

Chapter 24

Mo

I take one look at Nico’s single bed and shake my head.

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