Page 34 of The Poster Boy
There was no response for a few minutes, but I found myself staring at the screen, willing one to appear.
I’d be better if I had some way to work off this mood. Got any ideas? *wink emoji*
Well, I have a roommate this time.
Amateur. Meet me in the stairwell between third and fourth.
I was on my feet and shoving them into my shoes before I could second-guess myself.
Andrew popped an earbud out of his ear and looked at me as I threw a ballcap on my head.
“Going someplace?”
“Just out.”
He gave me a sly, knowing smile. “You kids have fun now. Be safe.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“If you get her pregnant, there’ll be hell to pay.”
Some of the wind left my sails. I was out to Boone and a couple of the other guys, but not the whole team. It would be easy enough to say something right now and correct him.To set right the assumption that I was straight, but I let the moment pass me by. Andrew put his earbud back in, and I headed for the door. Slipping out into the hallway, I kept my head down and tried to look nonchalant as I headed for the stairwell.
Myers was already there waiting for me. He was dressed in all black, from his hat to the tight t-shirt he wore, to the black sweatpants that did nothing to hide how well hung he was.
He smirked at me when he caught me checking him out.
“Surely to Christ you don’t think I’m going to do this in a stairwell, Myers.”
He shook his head. “You’re such a novice.” Myers reached over and scanned a card, unlocking a door. “Housekeeping has one on every floor. I promised not to make a mess, and I need to have the card back in half an hour.”
“Do I want to know how you got that card and on such short notice?”
Myers shrugged. “Celebrity status comes in handy. And if it wasn’t you, it was going to be someone. But I’m glad it’s you.”
Myers slipped into the room, and I followed him before anyone came into the stairwell and saw us.
It was smaller than I’d anticipated, and it was stacked almost floor to ceiling with clean linens. Towels. Sheets. Facecloths. There were other things too, like those little water cups wrapped in paper and the sample soap they left in rooms. A cleaning cart was pushed against the far wall.
Then the door shut, and it was pitch black. Myers didn’t bother with a light, and I didn’t mind that. The second that door latched, he was on me, turning me so he could grind his cock against my ass. Groping blindly, I finallyfound the shelves and braced myself as his hand reached around the front and worked its way under the waistband of my sweats.
Hot breath washed over my neck and then his mouth was there, kissing me. He must have turned his hat around the other way because I didn’t feel the brim brush against me the way it should have. The thought of him behind me, his hand on my dick, his cock pressed against my ass with his backwards-fucking hat made me wish that not only was there a light in here, but a camera so I could see it for myself.
Not that I was about to tell him that. It was hard enough for me to believe that I’d somehow ended up in this situation again. Horny, desperate, and in Myers’ capable hands.
On the same note, it was also not hard for me to understand how I’d ended up with him again. Not after that first time. Even in the moment, I’d known it was a mistake, but that didn’t stop me from making it. Myers had great hands, a great body, and a fantastic dick that he knew how to use.
He shoved my pants down around my thighs. I’d gone commando, not because I’d been planning on this or expecting it, though it was coming in handy, especially when Myers quietly hummed his approval in my ear.
His mouth worked magic on my neck, turning my body into softened butter for him. It was a dangerous feeling to like this so much. With him. Then Marek’s pants were down, and his cock nestled between the cheeks of my ass.
He continued stroking me, using my precum as lube to smooth the glide of his hand on my cock.
“Mmm. Love that,” Marek purred in my ear, sliding his thumb over the head of my cock, smearing precum around. “You’re leaking.”
He nipped at my ear, and I shivered, letting loose a moan that prompted him to shush me.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispered. “Can you do that for me?”
