Page 72 of The Falcon and the Foe

“Then I’ll have to be louder. Fuck.” A guttural moan ripped from the deepest part of my throat.

“Louder,” Cal ordered.

I’d never allowed myself to be loud during sex. I worried about waking a baby Quentin, worried that the houses were close together, worried that a passerby might hear, insecure at the sound of my own voice. But freedom existed in this booth. Soundproof, secluded, the thrill of being watched.

“Fuck. Yes!” I cupped my balls. “Is that loud enough?”

Cal didn’t respond. Heavy silence hung in the booth.

“Cal?” I opened one eye, then turned around.

Cal was gone. Panic rose in my throat.

“Cal?” I asked, realizing nobody could hear me.

There was a tap at the booth door. When I opened, on the other side stood Cal stark naked. His bear body and dripping cock were all for me.

I fuckingsalivatedat the sight. Cal entered the booth and thumbed the waistband of my boxers. He pulled me to him for another passionate round of making out.

Cal kissed along the trail of my collarbone, his beard brushing against my sensitive skin.

“Fuck yes! You feel so good.”

His thick fingers pushed down my boxers to my ankles. He joined them.

“God, yes.”

Cal took me into his hot mouth. His tongue swirled around, causing a cadre of fireworks to go off in my head.

“Feels so good,” I bellowed from the pit of my stomach.

“Your cock tastes even better than I remember.”

His beard scratched against my sack, igniting more pleasure that subsumed me. I could barely stay standing.

“Keep sucking my dick, Cal.”

“I can’t wait to make you come, baby.”

“I want to fuck you first.” I dug into Cal’s hair and pushed him to the base of my dick, making him gag. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, baby.” He winked at me. Fucking winked. There was so much hotness in this booth the basement was going to catch fire.

“Did you mean what you said? You want to fuck me?” Cal had stars in his eyes.

“Yeah. In this booth.”

“You’re such a bossy top.”

“You love it.” I smacked my cock on that red, mouthy tongue, shoved it back in Cal’s spit-shined mouth. “It’s been a while, but I know we can’t get by with just spit.”

“I have lube and condoms. My friends are assholes and buy me some every year for my birthday.”

“I like your friends.”

Cal stood up. I ran a hand over his hairy chest and belly. This bear was all mine, and I wanted to do everything to him.

“Put your hands against the wall.”

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