Page 56 of A Stealthy Situation

“Should it worry me that you know that?”

He chuckles, spreading my ass cheeks. “If there were, I would have been caught a long time ago.”

A sludgy feeling fills my chest. “You bring lots of people up here for sex, huh?”

“Do you want me to use my mouth to talk about my history or for this?” Then, he makes the irrefutable argument of running his tongue over my hole.

I pound the wall I’m leaning against with my fist. “You win. Keep going.” Because when he starts eating my hole, there’s no room for anything else to occupy my thoughts.

All I can concentrate on is him licking and sucking the sensitive skin, his tongue teasing my hole and making my cock leak.

“You’re criminally good at that,” I moan.

“Maybe me being straight for so long has its advantages …”

He can claim any sexuality he goddamn likes if it means I get to reap the benefits of it. I’m panting, it feels so good, especially when Harrison presses his tongue harder against my hole, testing the resistance as I relax and let him press inside.

He groans, and the sound races through me, making my head float. Someone could step out on this rooftop right now, and I wouldn’t stop riding his face.

“More,” I beg.

His tongue fucks in and out of me faster, deeper. I could have taken one hundred wagers on where the night was going, and I would have lost every one of them because there’s no way I would have picked this. My forehead rests against my forearm as I reach my free hand for my cock. He’s making me unravel way too fast for my liking, and I know I should tell him to stop, to give me a minute, but there’s no way those words are coming out of my mouth. The only thing coming will be my dick.

I’m wet and sloppy and toeing the edge of my orgasm when Harrison stands up suddenly. He presses against me, and I get the incredible feeling of his heated cock smearing precum over my ass cheek.

“Someone was enjoying himself,” I say, desperately wanting him to finish the job.

He hums into my ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

My knees almost give out, and I want to cry in frustration. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Fuck. Me neither.” He ruts his cock over my ass. “God, you turn me on something fierce.”

I grip my cock and swipe the gathering precum from my tip. Then, I reach back over my shoulder and slide my finger into his mouth. “Taste how close I was.”

He sucks like his life depends on it, grinding harder against me. It gives me an idea.

“Spit on your dick.”

“What?”

“Get it nice and wet, then slide it between my thighs.”

Harrison pulls back, letting my finger slip out as he gives himself a few tugs.

“Hey, don’t take away my fun, asshole.”

He laughs, then I hear him spit before he repositions and slides his cock along my taint. He’s long and thick, nudging my balls, and a shiver ripples along my spine as I clamp my thighs around him.

“Fuck, that’s tight.”

“Hockey thighs,” I reply without thinking.

He grunts and pulls back before pushing in again. His hips meeting my ass almost have me face-planting against the glass again, so I brace myself with both hands on the wall.

One of Harrison’s hands covers mine. He links our fingers together, and he grips my hand in a fist. It anchors me, and I love and hate the way I grip him back.

“Fuck, Benny, you feel so good,” he says, panting into my ear. Each thrust is smearing precum between my legs, making it easier for him to move. I’m so fucking sensitive everywhere that when he slips his free hand under my shirt to brush my nipple, I have to grip my cock in a vise.

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