Page 66 of Wild Card
I shoved him forward, and this time, he didn’t resist, stumbling forward into the stall. I locked the door behind us, then pressed him up against the stall wall.
“I’ve got lube. No condom. I’m on PrEP.”
His breathing was rough. “I’ve got a condom. Use it. PrEP doesn’t protect against everything, and you play a lot.”
“Get it out, then.” I unzipped my jeans. “Because I’m not in the mood to take it slow.”
Dalton fished his wallet out of the back of his jeans while I pulled out the lube packet I had in mine. He handed me the condom.
“Up against the wall,” I growled. “If you want any prep, take care of it now.”
Dalton spun and pushed his jeans down to mid-thigh, baring his tight, round ass to me. I tore open the condom and slid it on, then slicked it with lube.
“You ready?” I asked.
Dalton laid his forehead against his forearm, which was braced against the wall. “Do it.”
He’d done nothing to prep himself. Either he liked a painful entry or he bottomed enough his body took dick easily. Still, with the piercing, I didn’t want to risk tearing him.
I dropped to my knees, parted his cheeks, and lashed his hole with my tongue. He cried out in surprise, the sound cutting off abruptly. When I glanced up, he was biting into the flesh of his forearm to muffle his sounds.
I teased the tip of my tongue around his rim, getting him nice and wet. Then I used my fingers to spread his hole and speared my tongue inside him.
He groaned, deep and feral, as his hole twitched. Yeah, he liked that. I worked him with my tongue until he was soft and relaxed, then shoved two fingers in.
“Fuck!” He raised his head. “Just fuck me already. I can take it.”
“I know you can.” I stood, fingers still inside him, spreading and twisting, making sure he could accommodate both my dick and my piercing. “But I think you forgot I’m not like most men who have fucked you.”
“What do you—” I positioned my cock and thrust in. “Oh, fuck!”
My Prince Albert thrummed in my frenulum, sending ripples of sensation through me, even as it rubbed against Dalton’s insides.
“Now you remember.”
I pushed deeper inside him. He groaned as his body strained to take me. Even as he struggled, he pushed his ass back, begging for more.
“Please, Ax…”
“Mm, you want to beg me again?” I teased. “Go ahead. Use your words, Dalton.”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Please, Axel. Fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad. Been dying to have you for so long.”
That made two of us. Not that I’d tell him that.
I drew back and snapped my hips hard. Then again. Dalton went back to biting into his arm, doing the best to muffle his moans, though he wasn’t entirely successful.
I hammered my cock into his ass, the tight, hot squeeze an exquisite torture. I held on to his hips and unleashed with every ounce of pent-up lust I had for him.
I wanted to get it all out of my system. Every drop of want for Dalton Harvey. If he was going to become the sheriff, we had no business fucking around. It was now, and then never again.
He was so big and strong that he took my railing with ease. Looking at his big, broad shoulders and his tight ass made me want to stay inside him forever.
I shoved up his shirt, wanting at his skin. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder blade, licking up salty sweat.
The outer door banged open, followed by laughter. “I have to go onstage soon. We don’t have time.”
There was the sound of kissing, then an abrupt pause.
