Page 4 of Clean Slade
His pink muscle looked virgin and tight, which somehow didn’t suit the man’s personality. Then again, he’d presented as this tough, rich guy before he sauntered into the restrooms hungry for some dick, so what the hell did I know? And I hadn’t spotted a stamp on either of his hands, which made him even more enigmatic.
I closed the distance between us and used the water to push a finger into him. It really wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.
He gasped under me when I added another digit, and my cock pulsed, needing the connection as much as he did.
Another finger in, and I stretched him as much as possible before pulling him by the hips and replacing my fingers with my cockhead.
He caught his breath, his face coming alight with all sorts of emotions, but despite that, he pressed his heels against my ass, pushing me deeper inside him.
The move made me collapse over him, a groan escaping both our lips.
Am I really doing this?
It had been so long since the last time, and even then, I’d never gone all the way. Just a blowjob in the cubicle, and that was it.
What the hell was I thinking? What if someone walked in? What if my brother came in for a piss?
But it was too late to stop now. And I didn’t know if I’d even have the power to do it. Not before I witnessed the look of sheer bliss on this stranger’s face.
I went slow at first, but the more he got used to my size, the faster I went until I was pounding his rough ass.
I wouldn’t last long. He was so gorgeous and tight, and this encounter was so exhilarating I could’ve come undone just thinking about it. Being connected with him was literally the gasoline to the fire of our attraction.
But I held on. It took all my willpower, but I wouldn’t come until he did.
I reached for his cock and wrapped my fingers around him.
I paused.
There was something about his dick.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I looked down at his length in my hand and smiled.
It was more than okay. Unusual but definitely okay. His dick was long and hard but also unusually curved to the right.
“Yeah.” I nodded and slipped in and out of him as I stroked him at the same speed.
I focused on his face, every twitch and reaction to my effect on him. It wasn’t long before his jaw dropped, his eyes crossed, and he spilled his seed all over my hand and his thigh.
His slit pulsed rope after rope before it ran dry, and I allowed it to drive me over the edge, slamming into him, filling him with mine.
I finally allowed the explosion inside me to go off and convulsed as the aftereffects rippled through my body and I kissed him again.
I wanted to commit this moment to memory. The feel of his body connected to mine. The sizzle of his dark eyes burning holes into mine. The taste of his lips against my tongue.
I never wanted to forget how intense and electrifying this moment felt.
“Thanks,” he said a few moments later when we were both decent again.
He picked up the glass of whiskey from the counter and headed for the door.
Even the fact he was willing to leave here as if nothing had happened drove me insane.
God. What is it about this guy?
“Wait!” He paused but didn’t look at me. “Was this your first time?”
