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“You want me to fuck you in here?” Eddie asked.
“Yes,” Billy panted. “I can’t wait.”
To have a tall handsome man almost begging for his cock was more persuasion than Eddie needed. Dripping with water, he rummaged in his bag and found the items.
As he got himself ready, he used his free hand to stroke Billy’s smooth ass cheeks. He’d spent longer than he should wondering what it would be like to sink his cock inside this gorgeous man. Now he was about to find out.
“Bend over, baby,” he said softly.
They had a distinct height difference that would make standing sex a physical impossibility. Eddie had no intention of humiliating himself by fucking on tippy toes.
Billy complied. In the process exposing his hole for Eddie. He teased it with his fingertip. With his other hand, he squeezed his own balls.
After lathering lube over his goal, Eddie positioned himself. Billy pushed back from the wall.
God he really wants this.
With adrenalin pumping through his system, Eddie breached Billy, the head of his cock pushing inside him. Billy let out a cry.
“Okay?” Eddie asked.
“Don’t stop.”
Eddie gripped Billy’s shoulder with one and his waist with the other. The water still ran over both their bodies. Eddie slid deep inside Billy.
“Oh fuck,” Billy said with a grunt. “Fuck, that feels good. Don’t wait. Just fuck me.”
So he did. Eddie bucked his hips in time to an imaginary beat. The sensation of Billy’s tight ass contracting around Eddie’s solid cock was almost too much.
He pumped him hard. All the stresses of the week disappearing. All he could focus on was pleasure.
Billy reached below them.
“Come while I’m fucking you,” Eddie instructed.
“I won’t take long.”
“Come.”
Billy jerked off while Eddie fucked him with all his might.
“Oh god,” Billy managed. “I’m going to come.”
Billy’s body tensed as his words turned into grunts. Once Billy’s ass tightened around the head of Eddie’s cock, it was all over for him.
He came as though a truck had smashed through the wall. His body falling against Billy’s, he cried out. With each wave of pleasure, he thrust hard into Billy.
“Fuck,” he stammered. “You’re incredible.”
SIXTEEN
BILLY
Billy sat on his balcony overlooking the marina. When he’d bought the place, he’d been a young man about town. He’d thought he’d really made it.
He had his feet up on the rail and his laptop balanced precariously on his legs. The architects had sent over some project outlines that they were currently working on. It all looked very standard stuff. They appeared to make most of their money from redesigning shops. Not the most exciting thing in the world but it certainly beat trying to flog trinket boxes and postcards.
When he’d been for a chat, they’d mentioned their intention to take over the residential market too. That was where he would eventually come in. They wanted to create net zero homes. Something that Billy had been passionate about since his university days.
