Rob finally reaches us, his brakes screeching as he comes to a halt. An elderly couple follows behind him.
“We did, but I thought we could celebrate the end of our time working together.”
He cocks an eyebrow as he attempts to pull me into him.
I know Andrew would do it if he were in my position. He’s always the first to drop plans anytime a new guy appears in his life, but he doesn’t know about Alexander and me. Plus, I don’t need to give him another reason to be pissed at me.
“Don’t you have laundry to do? Life admin to catch up on?” I pull away and nod at the gaggle of runners heading up the pier toward us.
“That’s what Valentina’s for,” he says nonchalantly.
“Valentina?”
Alexander acts like I know the name, though it’s the first time I recall hearing it.
“My housekeeper,” he says as if it’s so obvious. As if everyone has one.
“God, it’s alright for some.” I whack his arm. “I thought maybe we could meet up one night next week, before your family comes down for Thanksgiving. Give you a chance to miss me. For me to miss you.”
“Oh.” Alexander bends his leg up to stretch out his calf muscle. There’s disappointment in his eyes, but then he shakes his head like he wants to clear it of bad thoughts and lets his foot back down. “What do you have in mind?” He looks down toward my shorts and the right side of his lips rise.
“I’m free Tuesday evening. I’ll let you figure out the rest.” I whack him in the balls and shoot back the way we came, searching for a spot to relieve myself in.
By the time my eyes land on a Starbucks store five minutes later, the only thing open this early in the morning, and step inside, Alexander has caught up with me. He gets Rob to order our drinks and encourages me to let him inside the single-use toilet as I use it.
He pulls down my shorts with more haste than finesse, and I force him back.
“Jesus, let me at least piss first.”
He laughs and I attempt to piss fast and vigorously. I miss the toilet completely as Alexander kisses at the back of my neck and my cock hardens. His hands are already yanking down his shorts and briefs, and he spits on his hand and rubs his saliva on my cock as soon as I finish, then pulls me round and turns his ass toward me.
He widens his stance as he guides my now throbbing cock inside him. Alexander’s eyes catch mine in the mirror as I begin to thrust into him.
“Less Starbucks, more Starfucks,” he moans, pushing his ass back into me.
I thrust faster and deeper as my mouth meets his neck, passionately biting into it. I wrap my left hand around the front of his waist and put my right up against the wall to brace myself. My shorts hold my legs firmly in place around my ankles. Alexander vigorously pumps away at his cock with his hand.
“Fuck the cum out of me,” he growls.
Passion swirls in his eyes when they return to mine in the mirror. His ass cheeks close around my throbbing cock and his wrist moves double the speed of my thrusts. He shoots his load all over the mirror as his hips buckle once, twice, and then a third time. The cum drips down, leaving stain marks as it hits the floor.
“Don’t you dare pull out.”
He reaches behind me and his nails dig into my ass.
“I wanna feel your babies inside of me.”
My hips pick up speed again as Alexander pushes back on my cock. His ass meets my dick, thrust for thrust. Sweat beads on our exposed skin.
“I’m gonna cum,” I say.
My legs stiffen as my load comes shooting out. Alexander’s ass cheeks tighten once more as they milk the successive bursts. He moans in pleasure.
“Keep it in there. Just a little longer.”
Alexander pulls my arms into his chest, turning his neck so he can kiss me. My cock remains hard inside of him as I slowly glide up and down, my cum acting as extra lube. Our breaths intertwine as our panting slow in unison.
If the ocean air hadn’t woken me up, that sure as hell did.
