Page 13 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Possibly develop feelings for him.

Hence the wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.Or sir.

He pulled back, and I heard the tearing of the foil packet.

After a moment, it fell at my feet.

Thank God he understood mess didn’t matter.I had plenty of time to clean up before customers arrived.

A second packet tore, and I imagined him slathering lube on his cock.Then, to my surprise, he ran his finger down my crack and slipped it inside.

I adjusted my stance as wide as my clothing would allow.

He slid a second finger inside.

Jesus, it felt good, but I wanted more.

Before the words could leave my mouth, he scissored his fingers.

Okay, the beginning of a burn.

He angled them, twisted them and, fuck me, hit my prostate.Like a pro, he hit it unerringly.

Pleasure sang through my veins and my cock hardened further.I mightn’t have thought it possible, but apparently it really liked where we were headed.

I pressed my forehead against the wall.“Please.”I wasn’t above begging.I needed more, and I needed it now.

He withdrew his fingers, and a deep emptiness welled within me.Knowing he’d fill it again quickly didn’t alleviate the feeling of loss.So much loss in my life.If this was the best way for me to connect with people, I had no problems with that.Pathetic?Maybe.But I’d take whatever I could get.

His cockhead nudged my entrance as he slowly pushed in.

Fuck this shit.

I pushed back, attempting to impale myself on him.

The burn I craved lit through me, settling my restless soul.This.This was what I needed.

“Spike, I…”

“Just fuck me.”I almost uttered his name.It suited him, but I didn’t want to grow intimacy between us.I needed to be taken to oblivion, and he was the guy to do it.

Then, as if a switch flipped in his brain, he did exactly what I needed him to.He grabbed my hips and began thrusting in earnest.Each push forced me against the brick wall.Each slam brought me closer to my orgasm.I wanted to make it good for him as well, but in that moment, I wasn’t sure how.

When his hand left my hip, he slid it around my waist, and encircled my cock.Even that simple contact sent my synapses firing.

He squeezed, I panted.He twisted, I bucked.

And still he continued to drill me.

“Dickens, I’m coming.”Said through gritted teeth as I struggled to hold back.

“Do it,” he growled.

I wasn’t known for being an obedient guy, but this time I happily obliged.The orgasm ripped through me, and my cum spurted against the wall.

He continued to nurse me through the climax even as his thrusts increased in franticness.Then, suddenly, he held himself still.

I knew.

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