“Would it matter if I was?” I whisper back, and he swallows but pauses for a second, then shakes his head. I smirk at him and turn back to the table, chatting with the other guy. He slides his hand over my thigh, and I smirk down at him. “You want something, sweetie?”
He bites his lip but doesn’t say anything. His eyes flash with lust, and I grin. “Cat got your tongue?”
He shakes his head, and I look down at my watch. There’s an hour before breakfast, and I wink at him. “I’ve got time,” and I nod towards the bathroom in the lobby.
“Now?” he whispers.
I shrug and return to start talking again before he whispers a breathy, “Okay.”
I stand from the table without saying a word and walk towards the bathroom. I don’t look back. I know he’s contemplating it. Is this really happening? Is thisreally what I want? But the answer is always a resounding yes. I push into the bathroom and into the disabled cubical at the end. I grab the condom from my wallet and slide it into my pocket. There’s a minute or so before he tentatively steps into the bathroom and then scurries over to me.
“There’s no lock on the door,” he whispers.
“Best try and be quiet as a mouse, then.” I wink. “I can help with that.”
I drag him into the stall by the front of his shirt and lock the door, pushing him to his knees. His eyes go wide as I slide my hand inside my jeans and pull out my dick.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers out as I slide my fingers into his hair.
“Shush, Mouse. The only noise I should be able to hear is my dick hitting the back of your throat.” He gasps, and I don’t waste an opportunity. I push straight into his open mouth. “Argh, yeah, that’s it, Mouse.” He wraps his tongue around me and tries to deep-throat me before coughing and spluttering.
“Swallow,” I bark. “Don’t fight it, fucking swallow.” I shove harder, and he gags but swallows, and I feel his throat bob. “That’s it, that’s a good fucking mouse, take it, take it all.”
He mumbles something, and I glare down at him before popping my dick out of his mouth. There’s still a trail of drool from the end of my dick to his lip as he swallows.
“What?” I grip his chin and tilt it up to look at me. “What do you want? You want me to fuck that tight arse of yours?”
His throat bobs again, but he nods. I slide my hand down to his throat and grip tight. “You gonna stay quiet, Mouse?”
He nods as I tighten around his throat, pulling his swollen lips to mine. “You gonna be a good boy and take your jeans down.” His throat bobs again, and he nods, fumbling with the buckle before shoving them down around his ankles. “Bend over and part those cheeks, Mouse, and keep quiet.”
He nods but does as he’s told. I slide the condom over my dick and shove my hand down on his back, pushing him over further. I groan at the tight little hole as it pulses at me, and I lean down. I spit against it, sliding my tongue around and forcing it inside. He gasps and spreads his cheeks wider. I grin against him before rising back up and holding my tip against him.
“Ready, Mouse?”
He nods, and I start to push slowly, but he tightens up. “Fucking relax!” I bark.
“It’s… it’s just too big.” He breathes, panting now.
“They all fucking fit, Mouse. Breathe.” He relaxes and takes a breath. I slam straight in, grabbing his hips and slamming him back against me.
He yells out as I bottom out, and I reach forward and grab the back of his hair, pulling him flush with my body. I’ve got my legs bent as he’s shorter than me, but I can make it fucking work. I slide my hand around his throat and squeeze, holding him to my chest. “Hold on, Mouse. I’m about to fucking ruin you.”
I slide my hand up to his mouth to keep him quiet, and I drop back onto the toilet, so he’s speared on my lap. “Bounce, Mouse, fucking bounce.” I groan, and he places his feet on either side of my legs and lifts himselfup. As he drops down, I buck up to meet him while gripping tightly against his lips.
He tries to cry out, but I clamp harder, holding his screams in. “Fuck, yeah, just like that, Mouse. Harder, fucking harder!” I bark out at him, the sounds echoing around the bathroom.
His fingers tighten on my thighs as he hangs on, bouncing on my thick cock. I thrust up into him. “Keep quiet, Mouse.”
I let go of his mouth and slide my hand down to his dick, and he gasps as my rough, calloused fingers grip tight around him.
“Shit, shit,” he pants out, and I’m not gentle.
I grip my hand tight around his cock and hastily slide it up and down. I let go and bring my hand to his mouth. “Spit, motherfucker.”
He does. Sliding my hand back around his shaft, I start my punishing rhythm, matching every thrust. He’s gasping and crying out now. I can feel him clenching around me, and I frantically slide my hand faster till he yells out his release, and I grunt out right after him. His cum slides down my hands and onto his legs. I bite down on his shoulder through his t-shirt.
“You did so fucking good.”
