Page 22 of Strong Coffee

I swallowed hard, keeping hold of his dick. Pinching the tip, I tugged him closer.

“Fuck.” He looked down, watching my hands move up and down the length of him. “I’ve never felt something as good as you. Even my own hands don’t make me this…”

My stomach flipped. “What?”

When his gaze met mine, a wicked grin spread on his face. “Unraveled.”

I grinned, squeezing him and forcing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

“That…fuck me, that feels good.” Brady closed that final space between us and lowered the zipper to my pants. He slipped his hands into them and cupped my ass, pulling me closer. “I never fucked Shane,” he blurted.

“Oh? Saving that for me?” I was usually the dominant one and always topped my partners but if he wanted to try topping me, I would let him. I was fine with whatever he decided.

His fingers moved to the spot between my ass cheeks, lightly grazing over that tight little rim.

A shiver trembled through me.

“I want to experience it all, Cam,” he whispered, something flashing in his eyes.

“Then I suggest you work for it.” Before he could ask me what I meant by that, I cupped the back of his neck and crushed my mouth to his. Shoving my tongue between his lips, I sucked and pulled those sexy little noises from the back of his throat.

Brady dug his fingers into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

“I really need to get you into a bed,” I whispered, sinking my teeth into his jaw.

“I really need you inside me.” Brady’s chest rose and fell.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I pushed him back. We stumbled into a stall. Hands roamed. Tongues clashed.

Spinning him around, I ripped his jeans down and over his ass. Pulling my cock free from my pants, I spat into my palm, lubing up the thick shaft.

“Stick your ass out.” That was the only warning I gave Brady before I shoved every inch of me into him. He shouted out and I was sure that if anyone walked bythe bathroom, they would have heard him. But at this point, I didn’t overly give a fuck.

Digging my fingers into his hips, I slammed into him. I had a moment of clarity where I realized that I didn’t use a condom but it was a little too late for that.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned. “I forgot a condom.”

“I’m clean,” he whined. “Just please don’t stop.”

“I can grab one,” I told him, wanting to reassure him that I would do everything I could to make him comfortable.

“No.” Brady panted. “I need to feel you.”

My dick swelled even more at his words. “Thank fuck for that.”

Pushing into him as far as his body would allow, I wrapped my hand around his throat. In short rough moves, I thrust up and up into his tight as hell body.

“You like my big dick filling this tight little hole, don’t you?” I sunk my teeth into the side of his throat, forcing a yelp from his lips. It was going to leave a mark. I hoped Shane saw it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Brady chanted.

“I want you to come all over this floor.” I reached around him and pulled at his dick. “I want Shane to walk in and see your cream everywhere.”

“Geezus.” Brady shivered.

Before I could say anymore, the door to the bathroom opened.

“Brady, are you in here?” came a deep voice.

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