Justin fumbled in his pocket for the latex. He held up a shiny square wrapper a moment later with a grin and then made a production of opening it with his teeth. He raised his arm above his head when I reached for the condom and tsked playfully before dropping to his knees and swallowing me whole.
“Fuck.”
He fondled my balls as he worked me over. Up and down, up and down. I grabbed a handful of his hair, barely curbing the desire to let loose and fuck his mouth. But I was already close to the edge, and he obviously had other things in mind. He pulled off me with a popping sound, then stood again and slid the lube-slicked condom down my thick cock.
“Do it. Just go slow at first.” He licked my lips before shuffling to face the wall next to me.
“I’ll be gentle.” I switched places and moved behind him, running my hand under his shirt and along his spine before smacking his left ass cheek.
He chuckled appreciatively when the obscene sound bounced off the walls in the quiet room. “I don’t want gentle. I want—oh, fuck yeah.”
I finger fucked him, twisting my wrist slightly and pressing soft kisses along his neck as he jacked himself. He wiggled backward, riding my fingers like a pro before begging for a third. I obeyed. I was aware of a few things at once. The sound of the door opening, a bright light followed by darkness, and the click of a lock. And then stillness.
We were locked inside the bathroom.
The grownup, responsible part of me figured this was a wake-up call. I gently removed my fingers from his ass and straightened. Justin growled and reached back to stop me.
“We aren’t done here. Fuck me,” he whispered insistently.
I gulped, but I didn’t require any persuasion. Fuck grownup responsibility. I felt for him in the dark and moaned aloud when I realized he was holding himself open for me. I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly pushed inside my lover. I took my time, moving inch by inch, until I was balls deep.
“God, you feel amazing,” I said.
He bucked his hips backward just as I reached for his dick. “Yeah, that’s good. I’m ready. Move. Please move,” he begged.
I did. Slow and steady at first before picking up the pace and giving him exactly what he asked for. Faster, harder, more.
The silence and heavy darkness added a sensual layer. Our sweat-slicked skin and lusty groans of pleasure echoed and reverberated around us, wrapping us in a carnal cocoon that felt a little dangerous but much too good to stop. When he bent farther at the waist, I let go of his cock and set one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, chanting a litany of praise. The “Your ass is so tight, baby” kind that seemed to drive him crazy. When he reached down to lift his balls and feel my cock sliding into him, I knew it was over for me. Moreover, I could tell the wave of pleasure coming for me would drag me under and hold me down. I was right. I cried out as the first rush of orgasm hit me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and thrust into him over and over until he joined me a moment later.
Neither of us moved. And if he spoke, I wouldn’t have been able to hear over the rush of blood to my head. Even in the aftermath, I felt like I was falling through space, somersaulting at a breakneck speed while tethered to a stranger I desperately wanted to know. Maybe that was why I held on longer than necessary. Once I let go, he’d fly away and I’d be left wondering if this was a dream.
“That was…”
“Yeah…wow.” Justin gently nudged me to disengage.
I stepped backward, pulling my cell from my pocket to use my screen as a flashlight so I could see what I was doing. I disposed of the spent condom and grabbed some toilet paper, handing a wad to Justin before cleaning myself up as best I could. He playfully licked his fingers, then wiped them on my stomach, chuckling when I swatted his ass. We redressed in silence, opened the door, and headed for the sink. Light streamed from under the main door, providing enough illumination that we didn’t need to use our cells to guide the way.
“What are you thinking?” I asked as I met Justin’s amused expression in the mirror.
“I wonder what the procedure is for breaking out of a hotel restroom in the middle of the night.”
“Hell if I know.” I glanced at the time on my phone. “I can’t believe it’s after two a.m.”
“Hotels don’t sleep. The light’s on out there. Maybe if we bang on the door, the janitor will come and free us. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend the night in here.”