Page 43 of Uncharted Desires
I take what has to be the fastest shower of my life in the staff bathroom and punch out at eleven PM on the dot. I’m officially free.
Anticipation rushes through my veins as I rush out of the staff area and into the main room, and seconds later, standing in front of Blake, sliding my hands into my pockets to stop myself from jumping his bones here and now.
“So, what’s the other news, Mr. Impatient?”
He gives me the same enigmatic look as before. Stepping closer to me so our bodies almost touch, he spins around and presses his back against my chest. “Actually, it’s more of a surprise than news.”
I hum into his ear. “I like the sound of that.”
Grabbing my palm, he slides my hand out of my pocket and into his. “What are you—”
I choke on air when he pushes it deeper, and my fingers are met with a tiny plastic square. Through it, I recognize the outline of a rolled-up condom instantly.
My heart all but jumps out of my chest. “Are you sure about this?” My voice comes out way shakier than I intend.
We’ve never even talked about it. I assumed he wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even sure he’d ever be ready. And I was fine with that. But right now, that’s all I can think about.
“I wouldn’t be here If I weren’t,” Blake says, pushing his hips back against my crotch as if to make a point.
I gasp in his ear, thoughts racing through my mind a million miles per minute. Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I whisper, just to be sure, “Would now be a bad time to tell you I don’t bottom?”
Blake rolls his hips around, grinding his ass against my swelling cock. “I kind of figured that.” And just as I’m about to invite him back to my place, Blake grabs my wrist, pulls my hand out of his pocket, and drags me deeper into the club.
“You can’t be serious,” I say as I follow him wherever he wants. Right now, I’d follow him to hell.
He turns his head back but continues walking. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
His cheeks are flushed red, pupils blown, visible even amidst the darkness of the club.
No. No, you don’t.
We pace through the hallways, through the rooms full of people getting it on, until Blake takes a turn and leads me to the one where it all started.
Testosterone floats in the air, and there are so many couples and throuples fucking, that it’s hard to know which way to look.
I glance at Blake’s face and chuckle through my lust. He looks at home.
“We’re not doing it here. You know that, right?”
His eyes snap off the action he was ogling and to my face. “Why not?”
Shaking my head, I step back until I’m standing behind him.
I grab his wrists, hold them behind his body with one hand, and then drop my other hand to massage his crotch. It shouldn’t surprise me he’s already hard.
He leans into me, head falling on my shoulder, and bucks his hips into my touch.
“Because I’m horny, not crazy.”
I slide my hand into his pants. He’s going commando.
“Is there a difference?” he asks, his voice raspy.
Letting go of his wrists, I push my other hand inside his pants, on the back this time, the fabric of his tight pants biting sharply into my skin. Angling my hand unnaturally, I press my middle finger between his ass cheeks and against his hole.
I let out a shaky exhale the second my finger connects with his flesh. “You’re kidding me, right?” I ask because, apparently, Blake came prepared.
Traces of lube are slicking up his flesh, and as I push the tip of my finger, it slides in almost effortlessly.
