Page 48 of Heat Transfer
My mind dizzied with lust, with the need to come, with the headiness of where we were right now and how we’d gotten here.
“I’m close.” Cor gasped, then bit down on his fist again.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want it to end yet was desperate for release. The distant cheers, the smack of our skin colliding, and our harsh, ragged breaths swirled together. My legs were burning from the steady movement, and that rooted me in the moment. Pleasure built with every thrust inside him.
“Stroke your cock, gorgeous,” I said.
“Thank fuck,” he gasped out. A second later, he reached down and pumped his cock.
I thrust hard and deep right as he let out a long, low moan. His hole squeezed around me, and his cum splattered on the floor.
That tight vise on my cock did me in.
My balls drew up, and a second later, I followed him over the edge.
Euphoria rushed through me, and my teeth numbed from the force of my orgasm. My cum flooded the condom, and I sagged against his back, my sweaty cheek pressed against the cotton of his shirt. My vision blanked from the sheer strength of my release, and I floated in that space as the world settled around me.
Slowly, I peeled myself up from leaning against him, and I ran my palm down his side in a caress. I wanted to linger in the connection between us a little longer. In the way our breaths cycled in tandem, how hot skin pressed to hot skin.
A buzzer dragged me into the present. Right, we were at a fucking hockey game, and I was balls deep in Cor. Not the time to be having life-altering realizations about how I’d fallen in love with my best friend.
“I’m pretty sure you wrecked me,” Cor murmured, his voice slurred.
“Based on the volume of cum we need to clean up, I’m in agreement,” I teased as I slid from his hole. I tied off the condom and tossed it in the trash. I wet a few paper towels and took the time to clean Cor’s hole and then the puddle of cum on the floor. Definitely didn’t want anyone stumbling on that unsuspecting.
When I stood, Cor had pulled himself off his slump against the sink. A dopey grin was on his face, and his blue eyes were soft like watercolor. My chest exploded with butterflies.
Yeah, I was so fucking into him it was ridiculous.
So much I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
Someone pounded on the door. “Is anyone in here?”
I swallowed the words, tucked my cock back into my pants, and zipped up. “We better get the fuck out.”
Cor nodded, running his fingers through his hair as if he could appear less fucked. Not likely, but we would attempt it anyway.
I strode to the door first, Cor hot on my heels.
I opened it to a mother clutching her little girl’s hand tight. The mother’s gaze slipped from me to Cor, and her brows drew together.
“Uh, sorry we took so long,” Cor mumbled.
Panic gripped me. It was clear we had been fucking—two grown men leaving a bathroom together. The first excuse I could think of slipped out of my mouth. “I had morning sickness. Really bad morning sickness.”
“Jesus Christ.” Cor pushed me forward and away from the bathroom before I could even register what had come out of my mouth.
We hustled down the corridor past the emptier food area.
Amusement bubbled up until it overflowed. I stopped mid-stride, looked up at Cor, and started cackling.
His eyes crinkled with his smile, and he let out a massive belly laugh. Pure joy flowed through me.
“Fucking morning sickness?” He arched a brow. “Really, babe?”
I started to calm down from the hysterical laughter and slipped my hand in his. “Look, it at least shocked her enough for our escape.”
He shook his head, a grin still plastered to his face, and as we headed back to our seats, only one thought remained.