Whimpering, he nods.
“Think your tight little hole can handle all this dick?”
“Shooter…” My name rolls off his tongue as a whine, bottom lip poking out into a frustrated pout. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look more adorable—and that isn’t a word I use often. “Please.”
Wanting to tease him and draw this out a little more, I switch to slow, shallow thrusts—barely more than the tip inside of him.
“Please what?”
Sterling narrows his eyes at me with a huff. “You know what.”
“Yeah, but I kind of wanna hear you say it out loud, Addams,” I tell him. “Wanna see your ears and your cheeks turn bright red as you ask me, knowing that your pulse is probably racing at the thought of askingmeto fuck you harder. So, let me hear it, dirty boy. Let’s hear what you want me to do to you.”
He’s quiet as he chews on his bottom lip, and for a moment, I think he may flat out refuse. But then, with a sharp exhale, he says, “Please, fuck me harder.”
The grin that splits my face is blinding, I’m sure of it, chest swelling with pride. “Well, in that case…” Taking a step forward, forcing him closer to the wall, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck, the other still gripping his hip. “Shut the fuck up, Addams, and take this dick like a good boy.”
A choked sound spits out of him as I pull out and slam back in with enough force to rattle the stall his hands are planted on. He feels like heaven wrapped around me, constricting with every thrust. With his head turned to the side, cheek flat against the hard surface, I have a front-row seat to the pleasure written all over his face. He can barely keep his eyes open, and his jaw has gone slack. The noises coming out of him are divine.
“Fuck, I wish you could see how fucking good you look taking my cock,” I rasp. “The way this pretty pink hole stretches to take every last inch.” My hand slips between us, thumb tracing the strained muscle. The sight of him swallowing me up is immaculate.
Pressing down on his back, right above his ass, I force him to arch into me a little more, and in doing so, my dick pegs his prostate with each thrust. His eyes widen, lips parted as he cries out, the sound echoing in the empty room.
“That’s it,” I coo, my hips slapping up against his ass vigorously. “Let me hear you. Don’t hold back. Let everyone in this fucking campground hear how filthy you are—getting railedin a public bathroom. You're not worried about being quiet this time, are you, dirty boy?”
White-hot pleasure ricochets throughout my body; every nerve ending, every appendage, down my arms, into my toes, vibrating within me. Every part of me is immersed in what Sterling and I are doing with our bodies. Each thrust feels better than the last, each sound he makes eggs me on, pushing me closer and closer to release.
I need this. Need him.
“Oh, my God,” Sterling pants, hanging his head. “I need to c-come!”
Reaching up, my fingers thread through his curly, wet strands, yanking his head back until we’re flush again. Snaking my arm around the front of his throat, I hold him to me as my other hand dances down his abdomen, taking his hot, hard length into my palm. He hisses as soon as I make contact, his ass clenching so tight around me, I swear I go cross-eyed for a moment.
“Fuck yeah,” I moan. “Keep squeezing me like that. You feel so fucking good.” I jack him in time with my thrusts, pausing only briefly to bring my palm up to his mouth. “Spit,” I growl, my chest quaking with approval when he does.
Bringing my now spit slick palm back around him, I fuck him from both sides, my arm still wrapped around his throat and my lips hovering beside his ear. He’s panting and moaning so hard, if anybody is awake right now and outside, they’d no doubt hear him. No part of me is concerned with that, though. Let them hear. Let them know how fucking good I’m working him over.
“Look at the way you’re writhing for me,” I groan into his ear. “The way you can’t decide if you want to push back onto my cock or thrust forward into my grip, getting it from both ends. So needy.”
Nipping at his earlobe, I relish the full-body shiver that rolls through him as he cries out. “Shit, Shooter,” he gasps. “I’m gonna… nngh… I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Come for me. Let me see what I do to you, Addams.”
As if that was all the permission he needed, Sterling explodes. Thick ropes cover the stall, his voice hoarse from crying out. He reaches behind me, hand grappling at the back of my neck, fingers digging into the flesh as I work him through every last drop.
It takes no time at all for me to follow, molten heat spreading at the base of my spine, balls drawing into my body, as I fill the condom, my heartbeat roaring in my ears. We both become practically boneless as I hold him there against the wall, the water—somehow still warm—beating down on us.
I don’t want to pull out of him. I don’t want this to be done, because once it’s over, there’s no telling how he’s going to act. Or if he’s going to want a repeat—which I very muchdo. So, instead, I give myself a minute, allowing us both to catch our breath, before pulling out and effectively shattering the moment.
Pulling off the condom, I tie the end, stepping out of the stall to toss it in the trash. When I come back, he’s rinsing off his body, and I step up to do the same. He’s quiet, and he won’t look my way, and as soon as he’s done, he reaches for his towel, securing it around his waist, mumbling a quick“goodbye”before scurrying out of the shower.
Well, this should make everything nice and interesting.
19
Sterling Addams
“Hey,” Colt shouts from where he’s standing outside of his truck. “Are you guys ready or what? I wanna get a move on!”
