I took him by the hand and dragged him behind me. We passed the dance studio and turned into a gap between the buildings. My childhood had been spent playing hide and seek on these streets. I had discovered every nook and cranny to slip away from prying eyes.
I pulled Simon into a vestibule at the back of the dance studio. Sheltered from prying eyes, I pinned him against the door. My hand ran up the softness of his flannel and whenit reached the part in the fabric, I gave him a quick flash of teeth. “Been thinking about this all night.”
“Seems my lucky charm worked.” Lucky for him, or for me?
I kissed his chest before he used a single finger to lift my chin. He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then my lips. It could be described as chaste, but the slowness and the tender care made it anything but.
“Damn,” I whispered.
“I think you have a phobia about beds.” Funny. Not the first time I had heard that comment.
“Couldn’t get away with this in the city, could you?”
His hand ran down the front of my jeans. There was no way he missed the stiffness of my cock. I sighed as he cupped it, giving it a slight pat. “You mean this?”
I opted for nodding instead of speaking.
We were like teenagers as we groped, eager to touch each other anywhere possible. He put a hand on my chest, turning us about before he pinned me to the door. His other hand undid the button on my jeans before sliding his hand inside.
I couldn’t decide which was hotter, the bear pawing my cock or that a Bingo-goer could walk by at any moment. The former.Definitelythe former. When his fingers wrapped around my shaft, my knees buckled, and I thought I’d slide down the door. Throwing my arms around his neck, I kept myself upright.
“Somebody’s excited,” he whispered.
He kissed my neck until he reached the soft spot behindmy ear. I gasped. His hand didn’t have much room to move. Had I known I’d receive a handjob, I’d have opted for roomier gray sweatpants. They were short motions, barely a flick of the wrist as he jerked me.
“Don’t stop,” I muttered.
He bit my earlobe, holding it between his teeth while he breathed in and out. It sounded like the roar of an ocean wave as the heat of his breath cascaded across my cheek. Simon defied any measure of sexy. If I ranked every man I had seen naked, there wouldn’t be any competition. Simon could get me stiff with a sideways glance.
His lips moved down my jaw until we kissed. I wanted…neededhim to know how amazing he was. The thoughts translated in my head, reaching my lips as I kissed with fervor. I moaned while his tongue danced with mine.
“Come for me.” It wasn’t a request.
I nodded, resting my forehead against his. Even with the dim light, I marveled at the intensity in his eyes. Simon was a man on a mission, and who was I to object? He supported my weight as I held on for dear life. My hips thrust into his hand.
We continued like this for another minute, our gaze never breaking. I bit my lip as the tingling started in my toes. My body stiffened, and the orgasm pulled my balls tight. I moaned when he swept in, locking lips to muffle my cries. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me in place as I shivered.
Simon continued milking my cock as I shot. With the amount of cum unloading in my briefs, I’d be surprised if itdidn’t leave a wet spot on my jeans. The tremors continued as my cock turned sensitive. It was almost too much, but I wouldn’t tell him to let go. If he gave me a few minutes, I’d let him go a second round.
“That was hot,” he whispered.
I yelped when he gave my cock a squeeze. I sucked in my gut as he pulled his hand free. He locked eyes as he licked his hand. Oh, my. As he sucked his finger clean, I wanted another round. Right now. Without haste. Spin me around and rail me. He could have made any demand, and I’d have nodded in agreement.
“Uh-huh.” It was the best I could manage.
He let me go before reaching down and fastening the button. I was going to ask if it was his turn. By his expression, he had gotten what he wanted. I jumped as he gave my package a light pat. I’d go home tonight and jerk off again, thinking about his face as he manhandled my cock.
“Should we call it a night?” I asked. I feared the answer.
He kissed my forehead. “I’d prefer we didn’t.” Damn. Simon knew exactly how to send the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. “But one of us has to be up at sunrise to bake the bread.”
I didn’t like it, and apparently, my face didn’t hide my lack of enthusiasm.
“But I’d like to do this again.”
“There are plenty of doorways we have yet?—”
“I was thinking dinner.”
