Page 69 of The Falcon and the Foe

I canvassed his body, feeling the muscles under his business casual attire. He moaned into my lips and rutted his hard cock against my leg.

“We said we weren’t going to do this,” he said between kisses.

“You’re right. We should stop.” I palmed his crotch, making his eyes roll back in his head. “You first.”

“On the count of three, we’ll stop.”

Our tongues performed deepsea explorations of each other’s mouths. I pressed my thick body into his, nailing him against the couch.

“Did you start counting?” I ask.

“Not yet.”

I frotted the fuck out of him, our cocks tussling behind layers of pants, my hips pinning him down.

“How about now?”

“One…” He started, no breath left in his lungs. I’d taken it all. “Two…”

I took his hands and led them to my ass. He slapped both cheeks hard. Even though pants and underwear cushioned the impact, I could feel redness forming. And then he gave them a firm squeeze. I wanted his hands to travel further south and open me up. I wanted him to fulfill every dirty fantasy that I’d locked away.

“You haven’t said three yet.”

“I lost count.”

“Better start over.” I smiled on his lips.

We returned to feverish making out and rutting against each other with such intensity the couch creaked out a warning.

“When do you have to leave for work?” he asked.

I checked the Batman clock on the wall Josh had insisted we buy. “Forty-four minutes.”

“Good,” he said, his voice dark. “Then I have just enough time to fuck you.”

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RUSS

It was after we unbuttoned each other’s shirts that I realized the shades were open, and the windows looked out onto the street. I had only just reignited my sex drive; I wasn’t ready to jump into exhibitionism.

“We should go someplace more private,” I said while letting my hand drift down Cal’s burly chest. “Perhaps a bedroom?”

“That can be arranged.”

Cal stood up, boner proudly poking from his pants. I already missed his body heat.

“Wait,” I said. “What if school lets out early and Josh comes home?”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“It could. Is there a lock on your bedroom door?” My mind spiraled with scenarios. Its dedication to preparation was turning into a cockblock.

“You know what, I have a better idea.” Cal took my hand and pulled me off the couch. His eyes told me to trust him.

I followed him to a door with a red light screwed in above the threshold. My first thought was sex dungeon, but there was no way this house had the square footage.

“Where are you taking me?”

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