Page 70 of The Guy Next Door

“Fuck,” he says in a low, breathy moan.

“I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” I tease. “You thinking about what it’ll feel like when I fill you up? Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“After I come, you want me to keep fucking my cum into you?”

Another low, breathy yes.

I pick up speed, hating how I have to restrain myself to keep from getting that familiar slap from his ass, but knowing the clap of my pelvis hitting the water really won’t help right now either.

“You dirty boy,” I go on. “Bet you wish someone would come in here just as I’m shooting in you, so they could see how good you are at taking a dick.”

His cock pulses in my grip.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? My dirty little Leif.”

I notice he hasn’t told me to shut the fuck up again, and I’m sure it’s because he’s enjoying himself too much.

He gasps, louder than he should, before warning me, “I’m close. Faster.”

He arches his back, serving me that ass, and I pound him as much as I can manage till I feel his body jerk in a familiar way, his ass gripping my shaft.

He’s about to come, and I know how he gets when he climaxes, so as the first sound escapes his lips, I put my free hand over his mouth, letting him call out into it as his cock expands in my hold.

I move my hand around his shaft quickly to catch some of his load, and it’s too much for me. The pressure mounts quickly, surging through me, and my body finally slams up against his ass, making a series of claps—I can’t help it—as I dump my load inside him.

I pull my cum-soaked hand back and use it to keep from repeatedly slamming against him.

“Did you hear that?” someone says from the locker room.

Fuck.

With my hand still over Leif’s mouth, I pull him close, my cock still buried in him. Our bodies are still trembling from our climaxes as we wait in anticipation before the chatting outside continues.

As I sigh, relieved, I pull my hand away from his mouth and he bites my fingers gently, playfully, making me chuckle.

I pull out of him, and he spins around, mouth against mine in no time before he shoves me back against the adjacent wall, hislips offering a series of kisses that feel like a thank-you for the amazing fuck.

My hand gravitates to his ass, and I run my finger down his crack, to his hole, massaging as I feel some of my cum dripping from him.

A smile tugs across my lips. “You are such a good fuck,” he whispers against my lips. “I liked it when you had your hand over my mouth like that.”

“I bet you did.” God, he’s fucking naughty. I love it. “But I think you need to finish your shower, you dirty boy. I accomplished my mission.”

His forehead creases. “Did you come in here planning to fuck me raw?”

“Nah. I just didn’t want you to be able to call it bedroom stuff ever again.”

He practically snorts out a laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. Then he presses his forehead against mine, releasing a much softer chuckle.

*

After I returnhome from the gym, I can’t get that fuck out of my head.

That it was in public.

That he let me fuck him raw.