Page 5 of M.M. Scrooge
It never occurred to me to pack condoms in my gym bag. Does Max keep a stash at work? But I’m getting ahead of myself. There are other things we can do besides…
Max palms my ass. Hard.
I nearly trip over the benches as we stumble past a dozen bright yellow lockers toward the showers.
My nerves jangle. “Are you sure we’re alone?”
“Daisy might still be hanging around somewhere, but she’s not going to come into the men’s room.”
I scan the space. Bathroom stalls with silver metal doors, a long row of matching sinks, floor-to-ceiling mirrors that might come in handy, frosted glass showers in the far corner. “Other clients?”
“Gone home for the night. Gym’s closed.” He grabs my hips, spins me, and yanks my back against his chest, and is that…? Yes, that’s definitely his cock pushing at the crack of my cheeks. In the same enormous proportion as the rest of him. “It’s you and me, kitten.”
Fuck. If I could purr, I would. Max’s hands burn hot on my waist. He shoves me against the cool tile wall and holds me still as he rubs himself along my backside. The rough treatment turns me on, gets me out of my own head. I thrust my ass back to meet him. Saliva gathers in my mouth as he grinds against my rump.
This sort of thing doesn’t happen to me, and I’m here for it. I turn in his embrace, tip my face up, and receive a biting kiss for my effort. I open for him, fling my leg over his calf, and tug him closer. His body is hard and unforgiving in a way that steals my breath and sends a rush of warmth to my groin.
Max’s vanilla-scented breath ghosts over my jaw. “You bottom?”
Duh.“Yeah, but I don’t have a condom.” I’m panting. Never got the chance to catch my breath, and now I’m all worked up again. “You?”
“No.” He inserts his knee between mine. “Do we need one?”
This stops me cold. “Uh, yeah, Max. We do.” I could explain. Because we don’t know each other. Because it’s not safe. Because you’re the sort of guy who has sex with strangers in the bathroom at work, and apparently, I’m the sort of guy who says yes to that kind of proposition. Who knew? I go for the joke instead. “Wouldn’t want to get knocked up.”
His head tilts. “You trans?”
Red flag. “That a problem?”
“Nope.” The red flag turns yellow. “Didn’t realize. Just wanna know what I have to look forward to.” Yellow to green.
“Not trans. But the condom’s important. Safety first, you know? No condom, no anal.”
Max furrows his brows. “Damn.” He slides his big hand down my back and into my gym shorts. My entire ass cheek fits in his hot palm. He squeezes and tugs me open. I’d give my left nut for a condom. “You sure? I’ll pull out.”
Yeah, something tells me not to trust this guy yet. “I’m sure. Fuck my thighs? I wanna see you come.”
“Sold.” He backs up far enough to yank his shirt off.
My jaw drops. Holy shit, Max is ripped. That’s not a six-pack; it’s a ten-pack. I didn’t know that was possible. His pecs probably have their own zip codes. Tiny brown nipples pebble low on the muscular globes. I reach out to tweak them.
He arches into my touch. “Fuck, yeah, pinch ’em.”
I do. He squirms. It’s cute, but more than that, it’s erotic.Holy shit, I’m drawing sexy reactions from this totally ripped hot guy right now.Rushing power makes my head spin. I think I’m going to like Max.
My gaze lingers on his muscular arm. Plump, pulsing veins stand out from the flesh around them, running down the curves of his biceps into the hollow of his elbow. I trace them with my fingers and consider following the same path with my tongue when he says, “Strip.”
My body is a spindly sapling compared to his mighty oak, but who am I to question his tastes? If he wants me, I’m thrilled to let him have me.
The best thing about gym clothes? They’re easy to get out of. In seconds, we’re naked with a pile of spandex between us, and he’s manhandling me into the accessible shower stall.
He wraps one big, meaty arm around me while he turns on the tap with the other. We’re not in the direct line of the spray, but a chilly mist cools my heated skin as we wait for the water to warm. I grasp his cock by the root and stroke.
Max’s answering groan goes straight to my dick. His is thick, standing proud and eager, head flushed a rosy shade of pink and gleaming at the tip. I spread a bead of precum around the crown and tease the underside, earning myself another sultry groan.
Is he going to be a loud lover? God, I hope so. I need the sound of his moans to drown out the rest of the world. No problems, no grief, no heart disease, no thinking, just Max.
When steam rises from the water, he pushes me under the flow. “Let’s clean you off, dirty boy.”
