His hand tightened on my cock, stroking faster, and that was all it took. I came with a shout, my whole body seizing up as pleasure exploded through me. My cum painted the tile wall in front of me, spurt after spurt as Michael continued to thrust into me, drawing out every wave of my orgasm.
I was still trembling through the aftershocks when his rhythm faltered. His claws dug into my hips hard enough that I knew I'd have marks, and then he buried himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, his balls drawn tight against my ass. I felt him pulse inside me, felt the heat of his cum flooding me. He came and came until I couldn’t take anymore. His cum, with nowhere else to go, leaked around his cock and down my thighs, the heat burning into my skin deliciously
For a moment we stayed like that, both of us panting under the spray of the shower. Around us, I could hear the sounds of other men finding their own release, having gotten off watching us. The thought sent a lazy thrill through my exhausted body.
Michael pulled out slowly, carefully, and I whimpered at the loss. Cum rushed out of me, but I didn’t care. My legs were shaking so badly I wasn't sure I could stand, but his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me upright.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice back to that smooth, layered tone. "I've got you."
He turned me around, pressing my back against the half-wall for support, and I got my first good look at him post-sex. His redeyes were softer now, almost gentle, and there was something like satisfaction on his demonic features.
"Wow…" I started, but couldn't find the words. “That was…”
"Incredible?" he supplied with a smirk. "Mind-blowing? Best fuck of your life?"
"All of the above," I admitted, too wrung out to care about playing it cool.
Michael laughed, reaching up to brush wet hair out of my face. The gesture was surprisingly tender. "You did very well. Better than I expected, actually."
"Gee, thanks," I said dryly, but I was smiling.
He helped me clean up properly this time, his touch gentle as he washed away the evidence of what we'd done. The crowd that had gathered slowly dispersed, though a few men lingered to give me appreciative nods or knowing smiles. I probably should have been embarrassed, but I just felt... satisfied. Loose and warm and completely fucked senseless.
When we were both clean, Michael shut off the water and grabbed towels for both of us. My legs were still unsteady, and he kept a steadying hand on my elbow as we made our way back through the locker room.
"So what happens now?" I asked as I dried off. “Do I just go home or…”
“You hate your job, right?” Michael asked, water still streaming down his body.
“I don’t—” Then I stopped, remembering all those months of crawling through sewage because I was the new guy. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I kinda do.”
“Well, then I’ve got a proposition for you.”
I lifted an eyebrow. What was he getting at?
“Let me hire you to be our full-time plumber here,” he offered. “We’ve got about two miles of pipes in this place. Itwould be cheaper to just have someone on staff. And that means you could use our…amenitieshere whenever you wanted.”
“I mean… that sounds kind of nice.”
“It’s a lot of cum-filled drains and stray condoms here and there, but the benefits aren’t bad.”
“Benefits?”
Michael grinned, moving close and wrapping a hand around my waist. “Well, for one, we have a great healthcare package and thirty days of PTO a year to start.” Then he pulled me against him, his hot skin pressed against mine. “And you get to fuck the boss whenever you want.”
I stared at him, my brain still fuzzy from the best orgasms of my life, trying to process what he was offering. A real job. With benefits. And unlimited access to this place… tohim.
"You're serious," I said, searching his demonic features for any hint of deception.
"Completely." His clawed hand traced lazy patterns on my lower back. "I need someone reliable who can handle the unique challenges of maintaining this facility. Someone who won't freak out when they find scales in a drain or have to fix a glory hole that's seen more action than it can handle." His eyes glinted with amusement. "And someone who clearly appreciates what we offer here."
My mind raced through the implications. Leaving Kevin and his bullshit assignments behind. No more crawling through literal shit for minimum wage while the senior guys got the easy jobs. And instead, working somewhere I'd actually want to be, where I could be myself without judgment.
"What's the pay like?" I asked, because I wasn't completely sex-drunk enough to ignore practical concerns.
Michael named a figure that was nearly double what I was making now. My jaw must have dropped because he chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest into mine.
"We take care of our people here, Brad. This place runs on discretion and quality service. I can't have that if my staff are overworked and underpaid." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Plus, I'm very motivated to keep you happy and nearby."
