Page 28 of Dark Room Junkie

“Wait,” he gasped. “I …”

I pressed myself against him from behind, so he could feel my hardness against his back. Watching him weaken, supporting himself with his forearms against the wall and tilting his head forward to breathe, only fueled my desire more. I wrapped my hands around him, played with his nipple, and slid the other one over his stomach. As I wrapped my hand around his penis and pumped his length, I elicited another moan from him. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, and grinded against him.

“You feel so good.”

As he glanced over his shoulder, I grabbed him by the neck and devoured him with my lips. He was so sexy, so hot. I could hardly control myself. My cock throbbed, longing for him. But I knew I could only win this fight by keeping the upper hand because as soon as I released my lips from him, I felt him trying to pull away from me again. So, I sank to my knees, spread his buttocks, and went on an exploration with my tongue.

“Fuck!” he cursed as I found his entrance and didn’t hesitate to rim him.

His resistance faded as he leaned slightly forward and stood more open-legged at my command. I worked him with my tongue, eliciting a whimper from him. Then I added a finger and prepared him. He kept pressing himself against me eagerly as if he couldn’t wait to feel my cock inside him. But I hesitated because I wasn’t equipped here in the hallway.

“Backpack, outside pocket,” he said tersely.

I found what I needed, put on a condom, and applied some lube.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want it?”

“Just do it!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned the tip at his entrance and pressed into him. Noé melted, and I felt his knees weaken as he groaned loudly. I grabbed onto his hips with both hands and penetrated him further.

“Shit,” he cursed and pushed with all his strength against the wall.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.”

I thrust myself into him all the way and gave Noé a moment to adjust. He breathed heavily, and as he turned his head to the side, I saw pain and pleasure mixing in his face. Slowly, I moved one hand forward and grasped his length again. Noé gasped.

“So tight,” I whispered and jerked him off.

Again, he whimpered and stretched his neck.

“And so hot,” I breathed into his ear.

I began to move, pulling out of him and pushing back in. Again and again. Getting faster, more turbulent. Harder. The slapping of wet skin put me into a trance, and I couldn’t stop ramming into him. Until I hit his prostate.

“Oh fuck!” he screamed, throwing his head back and bracing himself with his hands against the wall.

I grabbed him by the neck and increased the pace. With each thrust, I plunged even deeper into him. His moaning grew louder, then abruptly ceased.

“Shit, I’m about to come!”

My hands gripped even tighter around his neck, and I took him even harder. “Come for me!” I growled.

And then it was already happening.

“Oh God, yes,” he moaned and shuddered all over.

It nearly drove me insane. One last time, I thrust into him and came inside him. Panting, I almost collapsed on top of him, resting my forehead on his shoulder and breathing shakily. His body was also breathing heavily as he still supported himself with both hands against the wall. I kissed his back and eventually pulled out of him.

“I ... messed up your wall,” Noé said softly. Only when I laughed did he turn to face me, licked his lips, and brushed loose strands of hair from his face. “I’m sorry.”

He seemed somehow different, embarrassed, as if he were ashamed. Or was it because he had lost the battle? He didn’t even look me in the eye. I grabbed his chin, pulled his face toward mine, and kissed him. “It doesn’t matter,” I whispered and kissed him again. “It doesn’t matter at all.”

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