Hmm, I wonder if coming in my pants counts as sex?
I nip at his bottom lip, and he lets out a yelp. My hands travel down his back to grip his ass while I grind my cock against his through way too many layers of clothing.
He rocks his hips, and I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it.
I break my mouth from his but keep holding him close and rest my forehead against his.
We both breathe heavy.
“About that blowjob,” I say.
His head snaps back, and his eyes widen. “I … I-I, umm …”
I cup his cheek. “I mean for you. Let me …?” I glance down at the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. “That really can’t be comfortable.”
He huffs a small laugh and nods, but it’s so subtle I can’t be sure.
I rub over the front of his pants. “Is that a yes?”
He shudders in my arms. “Y-yes.”
Walking us backward, I push him against the vanity. “Grip the edge so you have something to hold on to.”
With one last touch of my lips to his, I sink to my knees.
His eyes shine with maybe something close to excited hesitance. If that’s a thing.
“I …” He swallows hard. Something I hope to do in about five minutes.
“I’ve got you, okay?”
Zach nods. “You locked the door, right?” He saw me do it, but I placate him.
“Yep.”
I work his pants open and pull them down enough to rest on his thighs. They’re too tight to try to wrestle them to his ankles, and he’s probably more comfortable like this.
I run my finger over the waistband of his sexy as fuck jock strap. “You’re full of surprises.”
“It’s new. And so uncomfortable. I don’t know how people are supposed to wear these.”
I smile up at him. “I can fix that.” I pull them down, and his cock springs free.
I lift the hem of his long shirt, and notice red, angry marks on his hips where his underwear sat. I run my finger over them, and he hisses.
“I think you got a size too small,” I point out.
“I may have ordered it online and assumed I was a small because of my size.”
My gaze goes to his cock. Hard and mouth-wateringly long. “There’s nothing small about this.”
I wrap my fingers around his shaft and give a hard pump. Precum dribbles out the tip, and I bite back a moan.
His hand suddenly grips mine. “I won’t … I’m not going to last long.”
“That’s kinda the point for a bathroom hookup. We’ll get kicked out of here any minute.”
He releases me and takes hold of the vanity again.
As much as I’d love to tease him and take my time, I wasn’t lying about someone interrupting. There’s always one asshole.
I lick my way along the trail of precum and suck the head into my mouth.
Zach’s intake of breath is so loud I hear it from where I’m kneeling.
I move my mouth over him slowly, trying to ease him into this, but his hips thrust forward, and I almost gag.
It must’ve been a reflex because when I look up at him, he seems as surprised as me.
“S-sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
I pull off him. “It’s okay. I can deep-throat with the best of them. I just … you know, need warning.”
Before he can reply, I wink and show him exactly what I mean by engulfing his whole cock in my mouth in one go.
“Fuck!”
If I didn’t have a mouth full of cock right now, I’d smile arrogantly.
I grip his hips hard so I can control how far he goes. His knuckles turn white on the vanity, and I love it.
My own cock is aching and hard as fuck, but I want all my focus on him right now. I want to see his face when he spills into my mouth.
I want to see what he looks like when I taste him.
It doesn’t take long.
The first spurts hit the back of my throat, and I hold him in place as he grunts and moans like he can’t catch his breath.
While he continues to come, I swallow him down and bob my head, drawing out his orgasm until his entire body sinks against the vanity.
I go to move his underwear back up when I remember the red marks.
So instead, I pull them down along with the jeans and take them off.
He steps out of them and then back into his pants.
I stand and redress him while he watches me with a look of satisfied awe on his face.
I break into a smile. “You okay?”
He shakes his head.
“Why not?”
“I mean … yes. More than okay. Umm, I’m good.” He averts his gaze.
I put my finger under his chin and pull it up so he’s giving me eye contact again. “Can I kiss you?”
“I will never say no to that.”
“Some guys don’t like it after … uh, yeah.”