Page 78 of Proof Of Life
“Bullshit,” Stiles says.
“No, really. We cleared a hole loaded with illegal weapons. We confiscated everything and destroyed it. But…first we tested everything,” he says with a dangerous grin.
“No way!” McCormick barks.
“It was fucking awesome,” Mandy laughs.
“You’re a badass Bitch, Cahill,” West jokes.
“No shit,” he deadpans.
He’s going to fit in just fine with this crowd.
The banter continues, but my attention is stuck on West, sucking grease from his fingers. If he keeps that shit up, he’s going to out us right here in front of everyone.
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom and wash up,” he announces, and I’m quick to follow.
The door shuts behind me, and I lock it. West turns on the sink and I corner him against the counter, pressing into him from behind, and shut the water off.
He grins, amused by my surprise attack. Burying my nose in his neck, my lips suckle on his skin, nipping lightly with my teeth. He smells like West, like deodorant and body wash and fabric softener. My fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, teasing over his warm skin.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s not obvious?”
He chuckles. “It’s pretty obvious,” he agrees, as my fingertips brush across his tight nipples. He gasps. “Here? Now?”
“I couldn't wait.”
West turns his head so he can reach my mouth. He tastes like beer and hot sauce. My tongue pushes into his warm mouth, eager to stroke his. My rock-hard dick pushes against his ass as I grind into him. He tugs his sweats down his hips, exposing his bare ass, and I let go of his nipples, using one hand to pull my cock out and the other to brace his hip.
“This is going to be quick.”
“Wait, fuck. We can’t–”
He’s right. I don’t have lube, and even a quickie isn’t long enough when I’m inside him. With regret, I settle for the next best thing.
“Stroke your cock,” I order, spitting in my hand.
I smear the saliva over my shaft and slide between the hot, tight crease between his cheeks. The glide feels incredible, with my fist closing over the swollen head every time it peeks through. In the mirror, my eyes catch West’s, and the heat and hunger sparking in his gaze fucking melts me. The head of his cock is dark purple, his thick veiny shaft sliding through his fist as he thrusts. I can picture his balls, just below the edge of the mirror, swollen and tight, ready to burst.
“Fuck, the way your dick rubs over my hole.”
“You want it, don’t you?” I growl in his ear. “When we get home, this hole is mine. I’m gonna stretch it around my cock.”
“Fuck,” he gasps, pushing his ass out further.
My gaze drops to watch as my dick slides through his cheeks. I may not be inside of him, but it doesn't diminish how amazing this feels.
“That’s it, push back against me. Chase my cock.”
The pace of his strokes increase. “I’m close,” he breathes.
“So am I. Come for me.”
West grunts, shooting thick white ropes onto the counter. My own orgasm rushes forth and I soak his crease. I continue to thrust slowly, milking my shaft dry, enjoying the warm wet glide as I suck the lobe of his ear between my lips.
He shivers and laughs. “Okay, quit. Gotta clean up.”