Whit laughs, and I like the sound of it. It’s a deep tone, but it’s filled with happiness.
“If it wasn’t for me, he would never leave his apartment, and he would have never agreed to going out, so I had to trick him. Then I had to leave, otherwise he’d use it as an excuse to get me home as soon as possible. What better reason to leave than I have a hook-up?”
“So you’re using me?!” He mock gasps.
“I didn’t have to come out. I could’ve texted him from anywhere. But make no mistake, Iwillbe using your body tonight.”
The big man shivers.
“I’m cool with that.” He pulls into a parking garage.
I run my hand up his thigh and over his lap.
“Just cool with that?”
“I’m very—” He jumps when I outline the tip of his dick with my fingers. “Excited.”
“Good.” I give his dick a good squeeze and then open my door. He moves to open his, and I stop him.
“Wait for me to come get you out.”
He looks at me funny and then gives me a slight smile.
“Okay.”
I get out and reposition my dick that is already drooling at the thought of getting into this man’s body.
When I open his door, he just stares at my crotch for a moment.
“How did you even get these on? They’re so tight I could see your dick print from the door of the club.”
“Impressed?” I purr.
“Very.” He gives it a nuzzle, and I thrust against his face. “Now let’s see how well you handle it.”
Challenge accepted.
3
WHIT
“So good! So good!” I grunt.
This man is hitting my sweet spot like it’s his fucking job.
“You take me so well.” He groans and grips my hips tighter. “Your hot ass wants me so bad.”
“More.” I use my hands to push against the wall and into his thrusts. He puts his foot up on the stair and pushes me down the wall farther. This new angle pulls him in so deep...
“Oh fuck! I’m going to come,” I cry out. He circles his hips, and I fucking lose it. “Holy gay gods!” I’ve found the holy grail of men. My hips still as I splatter the stairs, but he doesn’t give me a minute to rest and continues fucking me through my mind-blowing release.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he praises.
My legs feel like jelly, and I can barely stay up, so he leans me down gently against the step and then keeps pounding into me.
“Come on, baby. You’ve got one more for me.”
“I can’t.” My head shakes violently, but even as I protest, my hips move again.
