Page 51 of Wilde's End
“You better have more than that.”
His breathless reply spurs me on. I set a punishing pace on his ass, my cock thrumming in his tight hold as I grip his thigh and his hip and give him everything I’ve got. I’ve heard people fucking in here more than enough times that I don’t bother trying to keep quiet, and with the way our skin is slapping together, it would be pointless anyway.
It’s getting humid in the small cubicle. A mix of our proximity, the heavy breathing, and the way I haven’t slowed down in my mission to get him off. Now we’ve started, I want this to be over with because as soon as the high wears off, I know what comes next.
Complete disappointment in myself and my standards.
But who needs standards when going against all your morals feels this good?
Sweat prickles my back, a steady rattle fills the room with each thrust that sends Hudson into the door, and when I glance down in the dim light and watch the way my cock pulls out andthen sinks deep back into his body, it’s the kind of high that makes me lightheaded.
My cock is in bliss, and I’m getting so damn close that my balls have filled with that tingly pressure I’ve been chasing.
Fuck, I needed this.
An orgasm.
With anyone.
I’ve almost forgotten it’s Hudson until he talks.
“Touch me.”
“Touch yourself,” I throw back.
“I’m worried if I let go … that I’ll go face-first … into the door … and break my nose.”
“Risk you’ll have to take.”
He impatiently pushes back to meet my thrusts. “Fucking asshole.”
“Not new information.”
“You’re the worst fuck I’ve ever had.”
I ignore him. I’d be offended if he wasn’t moaning like he can’t get enough.
“I thought that cock would split me open. Can barely feel it.”
We both know that’s a lie. I can see exactly how stretched his hole is around me.
He goes to say something else, but I’ve had enough. I pull my shirt over my head and press against his back. Then, grinding my cock deep into him, I reach up and stuff my shirt into his mouth.
“You say one more word and this ends,” I warn him.
His groan reaches his chest, and I swear it vibrates through to me. I wait for his teeth to clench down on my shirt before I release it.
The plan is to back off again, but this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his back, nose full of his scent, hard chest under my palm … it all takes over and wipes my mind blank. My hand finds its way up his shirt to his nipple, fingertips trailing over the tiny peak, thrusts picking up pace until I’m pounding into him like I’ve been dying to. My heavy breathing is right by his ear, and he’s working double time against all the words he has to keep inside. I can only imagine what would be coming out of his mouth if he could, and I’d bet that all of it would both irritate and turn me on.
Instead, I’m left to listen to the muffled noise of the cubicle rattling against us and the slap of skin on skin as I drive into him, wanting and needing more. My pants around my thighs have me locked in place, but this isn’t going to take long enough to bother taking them off.
Hudson’s aggressive as he rides my cock, muscular body moving so fast I’ve forgotten where I end and he begins, and as we fuck, I slowly dip from that place where I’m attached to what’s happening and give in to the orgasm wanting to take over.
That rippling feeling filling my limbs and shuddering down my spine. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I can’t get there fast enough. I’m driving toward the edge, mind blank of anything but the full-body pleasure coursing through me, and then the pressure snaps all at once, and I unleash. I gasp with sudden relief, thrusting slower, more purposefully as I fill the condom. It takes a second for me to become aware of my heavy breathing, and my forehead drops forward onto his shoulder as I steady myself.
Hudson’s frustrated grunt reminds me he’s still there.
What sounds like a smotheredtouch mecomes from around my shirt, and I’m still fuzzy enough that I pull out, put his back to the door, and then drop to my knees.
