Page 3 of His First Time
Michael tugged my hips again. Pulled me against his cock. “See?” He called to his friend in the other corner of the elevator. “I don’t know him!”
His friend rolled his eyes, scoffing. “Yeah, sure you don’t know him. Tell me that tomorrow.”
Michael laughed.
The elevator doors opened and shut, depositing the group on different floors. The girls were the first to get off, then a few of the guys, then Michael’s friend, who he kept talking to the rest of the ride, going on in his Boston accent about some kind of filing they were working on and “discovery coming up next month.”
The whole time, Michael kept one hand on my hip, holding me close.
His friend stepped off the elevator finally. “Have fun,” he called back. “See you tomorrow.”
“Maybe,” Michael said. “Or maybe the day after!”
His friend snorted.
The doors shut.
It was just Michael and me.
There was no reason to be pushed into the corner of the elevator, my ass to his crotch, not when the entire elevator was open. I had my towel in front of me, trying to hide the massive boner I’d sported during the ride, the way my cock was rock hard from Michael’s touch.
I tried to step away.
Michael held me in place. “Where you going?” he murmured against my neck. His lips burned my skin, his breath a brand that made me shiver again. I leaned back, my back to his chest. Skin to skin.
“Dude, what…”
“You know what this is, man.”
My head was swimming. “I don’t.”
“You were checking me out while we were playing. I could see your eyes on me. Devouring me. I watched you watch me. You were practically humping the sand.”
“I wasn’t.” I was. I so fucking was. I burned with mortification. Fuck, I thought I was better at hiding!
Michael laughed softly behind me. His breath tickled my brown hair. He breathed in. “I know what I saw. And I know what you want. Whatwewant.”
His cock ground between my cheeks. My thin swim trunks were no match for his beast. It had to be as big as my wrist, forearm thick. I kept imagining it in my mouth, its heavy heat on my tongue, my lips closing around his head, slurping at the salty precum.
“You don’t know me,” I snapped. I was panting. I was dizzy. I pushed my ass against his cock.
Michael slid one hand down my chest, down past my belly button,down, beneath the towel I had as a protective cover. Down, until he cupped my aching cock. He moaned into my ear. Sucked my earlobe. “I knowexactlywhat you want.”
The elevator dinged, pulling to a stop on the top floor.Penthouse Suites, it said on the brass sign.
My breath punched out of me. Who the fuck was this guy? Certainly not some college bro on Spring Break. What college bro could afford a beachfront penthouse suite?
Michael moved from behind me, every inch of him sliding against me as he passed. He stood in the elevator doors, holding them open. He’d pulled his aviators back, and he stared at me, his eyes raking over my body, all the way down, lingering on my cock, and then all the way up. He licked his lips.
“I know what you want, Kevin. Maybe you don’t know, or don’t know everything… yet. But I can show you. I can give you the time of your life. If you just follow me.” He held out his hand.
I didn’t know this guy. I had jockeyed in the sand with him for an afternoon. Bro-hugged and high-fived and bullshitted. Now I was asked to follow him out to his penthouse suite over the beach.
To fuck.
I had no illusions about this. I knew what he wanted.
What didIwant?
