Releasing his cock was a relief in and of itself. He fisted a hand around it and flattened his other on the wall in front of him. Then he stroked. Long hard pulls from base to tip.
Pre-come lubed his grip as he flexed his ass and thrust aggressively. The sounds of smacking flesh distracted him. They were lonely sounds, echoing inside a lonely man.
He adjusted his feet, making his stance sturdier and leaning into each pump. If Tula were here, he would shove her to her knees and make her swallow his entire length. He would hit her throat, trigger her gag reflex, and fuck her face until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream—
The door creaked open. Fuck, in his lust-drunk haze, he’d forgotten to lock it.
“Sorry.” Tula stood in the doorway, her gaze glued to the angry, swollen erection that pulsed in his fist. “I—I can leave?”
Her fingers clenched briefly at her sides, and she parted her lips. Her nipples beaded beneath her shirt. Denim hugged her hips and legs, highlighting the curves he longed to mark with his teeth.
His hand started moving on its own, rubbing hard flesh and mimicking the strokes he ached to give her. She was right here, breathing heavily and silently asking with those huge, guileless eyes.
“Come here,” he heard himself rasp.
She stepped in and closed the door. Her hand lingered on the handle, trembling as she locked it. “Where’s Ricky?”
“Shower.”
A glance around at the scattered supplies on the floor raised her eyebrows. She didn’t know what she’d walked into, but she was about to find out.
Her next two steps put her within arm’s reach.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her to her knees. “Suck me.”
“Martin—”
He rammed himself into the hot haven of her throat, making her gag on the first drive of his hips. As he pulled back, she yelped, catching him with her teeth.
Tightening his fist in her hair, he angled her head where he needed her and fucked her mouth with vigor. In and out, hard and harder, he slammed into the back of her wet throat, pistoning his hips, grinding against her face, and chasing his release.
Until he looked down and saw her glistening gaze.
Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Her hand clutched his thigh, her fingernails buried in the skin. He didn’t register the pain until now, but that wasn’t what snapped him out of his madness.
Her other hand was between her legs, massaging the denim seam against her clit.
She was turned on. By him.
He shoved into her throat, over and over, savoring the sounds of her choking cries. “You like that shit?”
Her head nodded, and the hand on her pussy moved faster.
“Such a dirty slut.” He grunted at the sensation of her tongue, the tight ring of her lips, and the stunning look in her hungry eyes. “Feels so good. Fucking love your mouth.”
If her mouth felt this sinful, he couldn’t imagine what her pussy would do to him.
He pulled out and hauled her to her feet. “Turn around and hug the wall. I won’t be gentle.”
“Martin, wait—”
“How badly do you want my dick?”
“I do. Very much. But can we lie on the bed? I want to see your eyes.” She placed a warm hand on his cheek. “I want to help you.”
“Here’s how you help me.” Anger spiked through his blood. “Put your fucking face against the wall and lift your ass in the air.”
He didn’t wait for her to obey. With a grip on her inked arm, he flung her into position.
“I knew if you did this, if you finally took this step, it would be painful.” She pressed her palms against the wall and exhaled. “So I’m not going to say no.”
“In a few seconds, you won’t be able to make an intelligible sound.” He crowded in against her back, released her zipper, and shoved down her jeans and panties.
A tremor skated through her, shaking her luscious body against his.
With an arm holding her to the wall, he glided his other hand over her fine ass. As he reached through the apex of her legs, he grabbed her soaked pussy from behind.
“So fucking wet for me.” He pushed three fingers into her tight clasp, making her lift on her toes.
Her breathing quickened, fueling his thrusts. As he fingered her cunt, he stretched his thumb back and impaled it into her asshole.
She gulped, and her buttocks tensed spasmodically.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” He pushed his thumb harder inside her anus while holding his fingers in her pussy.
She cried out. “Don’t do this. You’re not him, Martin.”
“You don’t know who I am. Answer the question.”
“Yes, I’ve had anal sex.”
“Because you’re a filthy cock-hungry whore.”
“Yeah, I’m a whore.” She rammed an elbow into his ribs. “Why don’t you fuck me bareback and catch a disease? Or you can believe the truth. I had a lover who enjoyed it.”