Closing my eyes, I let his curses fall down around my ears. I’d have loved the opportunity to do this slowly, but the world was right outside our door, so I hollowed my cheeks. I pulsed up and down, loving how his hips shifted and rolled.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, his voice wrecked.
Yes, you are,I thought, grinning as much as one can grin around an enormous, hard shaft in one’s mouth.
I pressed to inhale more of his length, and he entwined his fingers with mine over his belly. My other hand drifted to his balls, rolling them, loving how they tightened in my palm.
He was so close, and I was the one sending him over the edge.
Hunching over, he came hard, filling the back of my throat. I choked a little, then swallowed fast, loving how his musky release mixed with his signature scent.
“Fuck. Yes,” Joel groaned, thrusting through the remainder of his orgasm. “Where’s your gag reflex, lover?”
I shook my head, reveling in the pitch of his hips as I gentled my suction. Finally, I sat back on my heels, delicately wiping the corners of my mouth. He slouched on his tiny couch, disheveled and impressed.
“Don’t look so shocked, Joel. Iamabout to graduate from college. I might be done with the hookup game, but I did pick up a few skills along the way.”
I was feeling pretty cocky about said skills until he pulled me forward into a heated, flailing kiss while swishing my apron over my shoulder and then yanking down my shorts.
His hand on my cock was nearly my undoing. “I promise we’ll have more time the next go-round,” he said, panting as he reached into my underwear.
“Are you fucking kidding me? This is—” I lost my words, choosing instead to move in time with his desperate strokes.
“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he whispered in a gutted voice right as hallelujah hit me.
I convulsed as cum shot from my cock and striped his bare belly. Grinning, he scooped up my release, every bit of it. Holding my gaze, he licked the cum off his fingers, one by one.
I slid down and nuzzled into his balls, basking in the glory of the moment. His hand was heavy as he palmed the back of my head again, as if getting each other off had somehow fucked with gravity.
He checked his watch and jerked up. “Shit. I’m sorry, pretty man. I’ve got to get out to the bar. My regulars aren’t opposed to barging into the office if one of us isn’t out there.”
I kissed the tip of his deflating cock, tucking it back into his underwear. “As long as I get to play with him again sometime soon.”
“Wanna come by my house after closing?”
Dragging him in for another kiss, I fake-sobbed, “Yes, but I can’t. I have so many finals and so much studying to do.”
He rose and offered his hand to help me to my feet. Slowly, we put ourselves back together, and then he pulled me into his arms again. “No worries, sweet man. We’ll figure out a way to work around our schedules.”
That started another round of kissing, sharing our tastes with each other, and getting lost all over again.We only stepped apart when a voice called out from the bar.
“Joel?” Tommy called out, and he didn’t sound sober. “You here?”
Joel laughed as he adjusted my apron.
“I can go out the back,” I whispered, hooking my thumb over my shoulder.
“You don’t have to.”
“But then Tommy’ll know that…”
“So?” His brown eyes sparkled with mischief and something a helluva lot softer.
“You don’t mind?”
The safe bubble of his office was dissipating rapidly, but his smile stayed bright.“This is where you find out that I am slightly possessive, and if word gets out that we’re dating each other, maybe that’ll reduce the number of college assholes trying to hit on you.”
“Eh. You only have to worry about college assholes for one more week. But… wearedating each other?”
