Page 86 of The Barkeep and the Bro

“What do you want?”

“I want your dick inside me, and I want you to fuck me senseless, Dude.” I scooted my ass back, but he wouldn’t shove inside. His plump head rested on the surface.

He was fucking waterboarding my ass. What was thisZero Dark Thirtybullshit?

Mitch chuckled into my ear, making all the hairs on my neck stand at attention like my cock. He grabbed my hair and kissed the point where my neck met my shoulder. His tongue traced a line up to my ear, and he nibbled on my ear lobe. His erection rested in my crack.

“If this is gay sex, I want a refund,” I said.

“Fratboy, I know the second I slip inside you, I’m going to blow. So I’m trying to hold on as best I can. You make it really fucking hard.”

“Just do it. Please.” My body fucking quaked with such need I could’ve ripped the tiles out of the grout. The torture choked me. A deep guttural grunt tore from my throat. “Please, Boss.”

“You want some of this?” He dry humped my ass in slow, steady thrusts. Every time I thought his cock was finally going to give up and enter my hole, it slid up my crack. “You ready to get fucked?”

“That’s what I’ve been saying, Boss. Get with the program!”

He slapped my ass hard, shutting me up.

I reached behind me to lead his cock to the promised land, but I was blocked. He held my arm behind me and frotted the fuck out of me. Hard thrusts that slapped my sensitive skin, and even though he wasn’t technically fucking me, he was still hitting the right spots.

He grunted into my ear, sending me dangling over the edge. Precome leaked from my cock, and I moaned with abandon. Even with the shower running, my voice could probably be heard in the hallway.

Fuck the hallway. Fuck the hotel. Everything was getting fucked except me.

“I’m gonna come, Boss.”

And like a light switch, he was off. He stepped back. Cold water and air hit my skin.

No.

That fucking sex demon.

“Dude!” I punched the wall. My body crumbled without the feel of his hot skin. He was trying to kill me, wasn’t me?

Mitch spun me around, a fucking slaphappy grin that I couldn’t not find adorable. He wasn’t edging me. He was leaving me to dangle off the side of a cliff.

He kissed me tenderly, his lips soft on mine. “Are you ready to get fucked?”

I gave him averyexaggerated nod.

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How the hell had I not shot my load already? I was dying to paint his insides white. I wasn’t going to last long buried inside that tight, virgin ass, so I needed to stretch this out as long as possible.

Like how I wanted to stretch his hole.

Fuck. This was the best kind of torture. The very few random hookups that had sustained me over the years were pump-and-dumps. We’d get naked, get our rocks off as fast as possible, and then go our separate ways.

But Charlie. This fucking bro had captured my heart, and I wanted to savor every second we had together. I could stare into his eyes until I went blind.

First, though, I needed him ass-up on the bed.

He shut off the water. I picked him up, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. We made out as I carried him to the bed. His compact, muscular frame fit me like a glove.

“Get on all fours,” I growled.

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