“Thank you, Papi.”
I don’t know where the response came from. The raging bastard I’d locked away in my head beat against the cage I’d stuffed him. Those words must’ve been what Hayden was waiting for.
His hips began moving, and he fucked me. First, hard and fast, then slow and gentle with no rhyme or reason, and I let myself get carried away in the torrent of emotion he built around us. A litany of words and sounds fell from our lips, and I couldn’t have told you what came from who.
I was so lost; I didn’t understand when he cursed.
“Motherfucker.”
“What…” I gasped.
“Come for me, carinõ.”
Several knocks bounced off the door next to us. “Oh shit,” I groaned. Not the best first impression, but I couldn’t bring myself to give a damn.
He let my hands go, and he fell to my hips. He pulled us away from the wall, holding me in place as he thrust in and out of me, growling low in his throat. Bracing myself against the wall with a forearm, I laid my arm on it and gripped my dick. I held it and let his movements fuck my palm.
“Work your cock, baby. We’ve got company,” he moaned.
“Fuck,” I groaned, realizing why he’d swore a bit ago. I pumped my dick hard and fast, keeping time with his thrusts. It only took a few strokes with him pegging my prostate like a fucking bullseye, and I came. Cum flew from my cock, splattering the wall in front of us.
Hayden shoved me forward one last time, and a guttural scream filled the air. His forehead pressed into my back between my shoulder blades. After a few quick, deep breaths, he eased out of me.
My hole spasmed at the emptiness left behind. I turned and leaned against the hall table, whose drawer was still on the floor with the contents scattered around it.
“Here.”
I looked at Hayden. He’d stripped off his uniform blouse and held the undershirt out to me. Grabbing it, I cleaned up my cock, the wall, and fuck me, the floor. Setting the shirt down, I pulled my pants back on, doing them up as I watched him hitch his pants up enough to walk to the kitchen and get rid of the condom.
He smirked at me and the mess on the floor.
“Fuck, vato. The shit you do to me.”
“Last I checked, all I’ve done to you is suck your dick, and you didn’t even let me finish that,” I replied, pulling him into me and slanting my mouth across his.
He braced his forearm above my head, leaning into me.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
“If y’all start fucking again, we’re leaving your asses here,” someone yelled through the door.
We both burst out laughing, and Hayden pulled open the door.
“You fucking cockblockers.”
“You just got your rocks off. We all heard it. Hell, half the fucking base heard it.”
I bent down to clean up the mess he’d made of the drawer while he talked to his buddies.
“Hey, Declan.”
I turned and smiled at the only one of Hayden’s friends I knew.
“Hey, Scott.”
“Everyone, this is Declan. Imma run, grab a shower, and change. Y’all introduce yourselves.”
Hayden pressed a kiss against my temple and raced up the stairs. I watched him go before facing walking to the kitchen to wash my hands. I came back to the group of guys drying my hands with a kitchen towel. The way Hayden had talked, there would be a large group, but including Scott, there were only five guys.
