Only I fucked up.
Something went wrong.
I stared stupidly as I shoved the ring of the condom down my shaft, but the top flapped all around, useless and broken.
“Who did I piss off today?” I grumbled.
“What’s taking so long?” Wick glanced over his shoulder and groaned when I tugged the ruined condom off, then snagged another one. Not long later I was pressing into the tightest, hottest hole I’d ever been in, and Wick’s smile transformed from amused to a sexy smirk that sizzled the air between us and made me hot all over. I loved watching him through the mirror as I shoved my hips forward and filled him. The pressure of his body squeezing around me almost made me shut my eyes, but I wanted to see him too much to allow it to happen. His hands scrabbled at the dresser, and I covered them with mine.
My hips seemed to snap all on their own, and I fucked Wick hard and fast, rattling the cologne bottles. One fell over and rolled, and we both winced as it hit the floor, but neither of us made any attempt to catch it. I kissed along his neck until I was to his ear, and he began to move with me, creating a vicious rhythm we both sank into. My pelvic bone was getting bruised from the way we hammered against each other, but pleasure tightened every muscle I owned.
“This is so fucking good.” I kissed his ear and strained for the peak, and he seemed to be in the same spot.
Wick squeezed his eyes shut tight and bit his bottom lip, and I reached around to grab his cock. He stopped moving and panted when I began to tug him, using his precum to slick up my palm, and his hole clenched around me. The sensation of struggling to fuck into him blew my mind because he’d already been tight. My body took on a mind of its own as I grabbed one of his hips and bent him farther to get a better angle to drill into him.
“I’m almost there. Fuck.” Wick dropped his forehead to the top of the dresser and moaned loud enough I wouldn’t be shocked if the people at the party heard him. Then his cum covered my fingers and knuckles and the sensation of him getting off—hot and wet and sticky—unleashed my own moment. I shoved in deep as lightning punched me in the gut and my cockhead pulsed.
Time was a wonderful blur for a bit, and as we were drifting down from our high, Wick began to laugh. I grabbed the condom and tried to be careful as I left his body because I’d never fucked anyone that roughly, and he had to be sore, but he only grunted. I peeled the condom off and stuffed it into an empty wrapper, then tossed it back on the dresser. He turned, and we nearly tripped each other with our pants around our ankles, but it was the best thing in the world to have his lips again, and I devoured his mouth. It had been fun watching him in the mirror, but I loved this best.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “What made you attack?”
Rather than answering him, I gave him a tight hug. “You didn’t like it?”
He chuckled. “I loved it. Whatever I did, I want to do it every day.”
“Just be yourself.” I gave his lips a peck, and in return he brushed his mouth to mine. Before I knew it, we were kissing again. It didn’t take long for us both to be hard once more, sensually rocking our hips together while dueling with our tongues. I could get used to this.
13
WICK
Startingmy Sunday off with a teeny hangover wasn’t preferable, but in a way, I treasured the mild discomfort because it reminded me of the amazing time I’d had during my party—the twinge in my ass also kept the memories alive. I wasn’t sure how many times Maurice used his cock to force an orgasm out of me last night, but we’d been at it for hours and I had zero regrets. I probably should’ve personally bid my guests farewell, but considering all the thank-you texts I’d been receiving this morning, I would say no one was offended.
Maurice bumped his shoulder against mine as we meandered along the sidewalk toward the gym where he had a membership. The rainbow-striped sweatband that sat low on his forehead was adorable and I wanted to demand he wear it more often, but I thought if I called attention to it, I might never see it again, so I kept my mouth shut. Lift of Legends was in a low building with a terra-cotta roof and white stucco siding. The sign had a cute, bulked-up elf holding weights that reminded me of something from a video game. I snickered, and when Maurice followed my line of sight to the character, he grinned.
“You’re certain I can go in here? I have a workout room at my house.”
He shrugged. “This place isn’t fancy, so don’t expect much. I know the equipment here, though, and I like the people. Everyone is laid-back. No one will say anything. I get to bring in a guest a few times a month and I never have. You could probably come with me for a year and no one would ask for your pass.”
“If they do, let me know.”
“It’s fine.” He rubbed a hand over my hip, then stopped and teased his thumb along the waistline of my gray running shorts. I held my breath as his fingertips tickled under my white tank top. The arousal that blazed to life from his touch on my skin had me clearing my throat and trying not to think about last night.
He snagged my hand and gave it a squeeze, and I basked in his attention. I opened the glass door for him, but he dragged me in at his side. My stomach went warm, and I felt like a shy teenager as we walked through the foyer where people had dropped their shoes, if they’d changed them, and hung their bags. The sensation of my stomach dipping and swooping was ridiculous, but I had no control over the happy burst of warmth careening through my gut.
As we went into the main gym area, he led me to the right of the workout space where all the free weights and machines were stationed. A mirror ran the length of the room. The walls were done in the same stucco as the exterior, and there was a simple thin, green turf carpet under all the equipment. A particular scent that reminded me of my high school locker room twisted in the air.
I hummed. “Am I going to see you become a feral bear today? Like last night? I thought you were a cuddle bear, but now I’m not so sure.”
He flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears, then sent me a smirk as he tugged on the collar of his old blue T-shirt. “You were the one who dragged your buddy out of the party. Were you channeling your inner Superman or something?”
Groaning, I dropped my forehead to his strong shoulder, and he laughed. “Walter called and left an apology message, but I didn’t feel like picking up to hear it. He really pissed me off. I’m going to leave him dangling for a while.”
Maurice grunted as if he didn’t think that was quite good enough, but I was willing to give someone I’d known most of my life a second or third chance. Actually, Walter was probably on his sixtieth chance, but I had trouble cutting people out of my circle, even when they deserved it.
Maurice went to a tower of black metal free weights that were scratched in places so the silver steel underneath shone through, and I raised my eyebrows as he picked out a pair of thirty-pound dumbbells from near the bottom. “To warm up. You don’t have to get ones this heavy. Start with the fifteen.” He nodded at the weights closer to the top.
To our right a man grunted. He had a different type of dumbbell, with weights he’d slotted on himself, and he must be pumping closer to one hundred pounds. He wasn’t bad-looking with his shirt off, but his corded muscles were intimidating.
