Page 75 of Charlie Sunshine
I spread his cheeks apart and groan at the sight of his little hole playing peekaboo with the fabric. Unable to resist, I lap delicately at it, feeling the material get soggy and pulling back to breathe hotly over it.
“For future reference, I really like these knickers,” I say.
“They’re actually men’s panties,” he gasps. “I get them from a specialist shop.”
“Get more,” I command and go back to what I was doing.
He starts to pant quietly, and I stay there licking and sucking at hishole. When his panting breaths become whimpers, I push the material to one side and lick his bare hole. It’s soft and wrinkled and a pretty pink colour that echoes the shade of his nipples. He gives a low cry, and I slap his arse softly to warn him, watching as he raises his arm up to his face and pushes his mouth into it to muffle his noises.
I lick and suck at the furled hole, feeling it open under my tongue slightly, and I instantly push the tip of my tongue in. The taste of him inside makes my mouth water and my eyes close in pleasure. He’s delicious. Pulling back, I lick a broad swathe down his crack and snuggle my tongue into the delicate and sensitive stretch of his skin behind his balls. I breathe on it, and he jerks, lowering one hand to grab the back of my head and push me further into him.
I pull back and spin him around, and he gives a smothered sound of shock as I instantly pull his cock out of the knickers and take it down the back of my throat. I suck strong and hard and his cock jerks, sending a gush of precome down my throat.
“Ohshit,” he mutters, flailing about, and there’s a loud bang as he knocks his elbow on the toilet roll holder. “Ow, fuck,” he protests.
“Can you not be quiet at all?” I hiss, raising up and fumbling in my pocket for the condom and lube. I tear the square packet open and quickly push my jeans and briefs down.
“Got my funny bone,” he whispers as I unfurl the condom down my dick.
“Don’t worry about it,” I mutter, spinning him around. I open the other packet and lube my dick until it shines slickly in the overhead light. I push his thong to one side and tap my cock against his hole. “I’ve got a funny bone right here for you.”
“Misha!” He snorts, starting to shudder with laughter.
I shake my head, unable to stop my own laughter from escaping. I’ve never felt this good with anyone, never laughed so much during sex. I’ve had good sex, but it’s never felt so amazing as with Charlie. It’s almost transcendental with him. So potent it feels like I’m a bottle of champagne fizzing and ready to explode.
I rub the rest of the lube into his hole. His laughter is gone now, and he pants lightly as I stretch his tight opening with my fingers. “Is it too quick?” I whisper.
He shakes his head fervently. “Need it,” he says in a low voice. “Always need it from you. Give it to me.”
I grab his hip, and he leans against the wall, pushing his backside towards me as I position my cock. It’s a long, slow slide, gentle to make allowances for the hasty prep. But it’s still tight and hot, and I can’t help the low grunt I give when I bottom out.
“Oh God,” he mutters. “So good, Mish.”
“Alright?” I ask breathlessly, and he nods, his hair falling out of its ponytail and cascading down onto his shoulders.
“Move,” he whispers, reaching down and grabbing my hip. “Comeon, Misha.”
His whine sends a huge shiver running over my body. “God,” I say fervently and start to thrust. The cubicle fills with the sound of pants and muffled groans and the slap of skin, and I really don’t think we’re being quiet enough.
I can’t bring myself to care though. I pull out and ram back into him, and he arches his back, the muscles taut beneath his rucked-up T-shirt. There’s something unbearably hot about this quickie in a bathroom stall with both of us half-naked and on the verge of discovery with every passing second.
As if on cue, the bathroom door bangs open, and footsteps sound on the floor. We both freeze with me balls deep in Charlie’s arse. He shudders, and I immediately put my hand over his mouth. He licks it and I want to laugh, but I brush his ear with my lips and tut very softly.
The sound of liquid hitting the urinal makes Charlie judder with silent laughter, and I throw my head back, looking up at the ceiling sightlessly as my dick is squeezed in a tight, warm vise.
He looks back, his eyes wide and his laughter dying. He begins to move in a soft, slow undulation. He does something that squeezes my cock, and I bite my lip hard against the urge to cry out. I lower my face to his shoulder, opening my mouth against the silky skin in a silent shout.
We stay there locked together, making tiny movements until water turns on and off, and the stranger walks out of the bathroom whistling. The door bangs shut, and I give a loud groan. “Shit, I can’t hold itmuch longer.” I lower my hand and fist his cock inside the mesh fabric. “Come in this,” I whisper into his ear, biting and licking the sensitive lobe and hearing him moan. “Fill these knickers, Charlie. I want to see them wet with come.”
I slam into him rough and hard, and he braces himself against the wall, pushing back into my cock and forwards into my hand. Within a couple of thrusts, he throws his head back and gives a shuddering sigh, and I feel his cock pulse liquid warmth into the lace of his knickers. I give a few more thrusts before ramming deep and coming into the condom, grinding out my orgasm.
Silence falls between us and I kiss his shoulder delicately. He turns his head, seeking my kiss, and I give it to him instantly, marvelling at this new version of me. I’ve got off in public bathrooms before, and it’s always been quick and impersonal. As soon as we’ve both come, it’s been a few polite words, and I was out the door. Not with Charlie. With him, I’m balls deep still and fighting the urge to just stay there.
How could I ever walk away from him? The question inspires no panic, no fear about what the hell we’re doing. All I get is a warm feeling in my chest and an affectionate smile from Charlie as we disengage reluctantly.
He has to strip off his clothes in order to wriggle out of the knickers. “Ugh, clammy,” he says happily as he cleans up. “I’ll have to go commando.”
I bend down and pick up the soaked scrap of fabric and grin at him as I slide the knickers into my pocket.
