We didn’t get far. The bathroom wasn't romantic, but it was available and private, so it was good enough. The second his hands and lips were on me, I didn’t care in the least where we were.
I just wanted more.
Patrick kissed like he had all the time in the world. Each press of his lips to mine was thorough, and each swipe of his tongue was demanding in the sexiest way. He backed me up against the door and groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, Allen.”
I gripped his shoulders and tried to stay on my feet.
When his hand slid down to palm me through my jeans, I made a noise that should have been embarrassing. But it wasn’t because Patrick made an approving sound in his throat and did it again. "That's it, sweetheart." He trailed kisses along my neck and his beard tickled my skin. "Let me hear you."
So I did. That man pulled sounds out of me I usually kept locked down tight. He touched and stroked me in ways that should have been illegal because I completely crumbled in his arms.
His fingers pushed below my waistband to tease the head of my hard cock. When I started humping his hand, he grinned against my cheek. “You want me inside you, sweetheart?”
More than anything. “Mm.” I nodded and quickly released the zipper to my jeans so he had better access. “Please.”
Sometimes, sex was just sex. And this was one of those moments. I didn’t always need to be wined and dined and cuddled afterward. Tonight, with this sexy lumberjack, I just wanted to be fucked.
I flipped around so my palms were splayed on the door and my ass was tilted toward him.
“Such an eager boy.” He chuckled and lowered my jeans to my knees so he could get me in position.
Thankfully, he carried lube and a condom with him because that was the last thing on my mind until I felt a cool, slick finger slide into me to loosen me up. “Yes. More.” I rocked back against his hand, rolling my hips to help him stretch me.
“Almost ready.” He kissed the back of my neck as his free hand skidded over my chest, tickling my sensitive nipples.
Ooh, that felt good.I grabbed my cock and started pumping it. “I’m ready.”
Within the next few seconds, he agreed and replaced his slick fingers with his wrapped dick. Patrick didn’t push in slowly. Once his glans breached my opening, I pushed back at the same time he thrust all the way in.
My breath caught, and for a second, I saw stars. But my cock was leaking precome, and I didn’t want to waste any time. “I’m good. Go hard.”
He grunted and sucked the sensitive skin on my shoulder between his teeth.
Please leave a mark. Please leave a mark.
Just imagining a hickey on my shoulder as proof that this actually happened pushed me closer to the climax I was chasing. I stroked harder while fucking myself on his cock, slamming against him with each pass to make sure he was enjoying himself too.
“Fuck, Allen. I’m close.”
“Yes!” I arched my back and moved even faster. “Me too. Say when.”
He groaned as his big palm cupped my throat, pulling me back slightly. “Come for me. Come hard enough to paint that door while I do the same to your insides.”
If only.Having a man release inside me without protection was one of my fantasies. I wasn’t sure it would ever come true, but maybe someday. “Ungh.”
My whole body shook as full-body convulsions rocked through me. And to my chagrin, I did paint the inside of the bathroom door with ribbons of come. It landed in clumps and immediately dripped down toward the floor.
Patrick’s grip tightened slightly, and he slammed as deep as he could get and held me up on my tiptoes as he came with short bursts of his hips.
The possession he claimed and the hint of being dominated by him was heady and another quick orgasm ripped through me.
When it was over, Patrick turned me around and continued to kiss me as he pulled out and helped me get dressed again. Before he fixed his clothes, I kissed down his jaw to his neck and sucked his skin into my mouth with all my strength. I’d never given a hickey before, so I wasn’t sure how much pressure to apply or for how long, but after several seconds, I pulled back and caught my breath.
My eyes were heavy, and I just wanted to cuddle. "That was amazing."
"Yeah." His voice came out rough as he kissed along my jaw. "It was."
“Thank you.” I pressed my forehead to his shoulder and inhaled his sweat and cologne one last time, hoping it would stay in my memory forever. “I’ll clean up the door if you wanna head out.”
