Nope. I was done. I pulled off the new trousers, sport coat, the shirt, and dropped them on the bench. On a whim, I shrugged the jacket on again. It was nice, I mused, turning with a start when the door opened again.
Noah was back.
His eyes widened, slid down my body, and lingered on the bulge in my white cotton boxer briefs.
And I do mean lingered. He licked his lips and blinked like an owl.
But you know, it really wasn’t that big of a deal. I wasn’t naked, for Pete’s sake. I was wearing my standard boxer briefs, a sport coat, and…nothing else. However, Noah was fully clothed. And he had a reason to be here. He was my self-appointed style-guru for the day. He was also a new friend who I definitely had a crush on.
No problem. I could play it cool.
I adjusted my glasses, set one hand on my hip, and leaned on the partition in a Joe Cool pose.
Bad move on two counts: A, I wasn’t cool and B, the partition wasn’t a brick wall. It swayed and creaked and—oh no…
Noah threw the garments he was holding on the bench and yanked my arm a nanosecond before the partition buckled and fell like a domino.
Geesh, he was stronger than he looked. I landed against his chest, but the force of my weight propelled him toward the mirror. I steadied him, pulling him closer and slamming the door shut in the ensuing hullabaloo.
He was still in my arms, though. Still staring at me in a befuddled state of…arousal. I didn’t let go.
And now I had a boner.
Yep. I had a full-fledged erection and a gorgeous man in my arms.
Noah’s piercing gaze bore into mine, willing me to take over and somehow get us out of this. I tried. I moved my hands from his hips to his biceps. But pushing him away was impossible. I couldn’t do it. The swarm of butterflies in my stomach upped the tempo till it felt like they were lodged in my throat.
“The wall almost fell,” he said finally.
I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak. And I definitely didn’t trust myself to make good decisions. The things I wanted to do would only get me in trouble. But I didn’t feel like playing it safe.
That was my last coherent thought before I crashed my mouth over his.
Noah whimpered as he wrapped himself around me. And just like that, we continued where we left off in the parking lot over a week ago, minus the experimental awkward part. We went straight to the good stuff…deep kisses, tangling tongues, and a growing sense of carnal urgency that made one blind to the possible dangers of engaging in licentious libidinous behavior in public.
Totally worth it.
Maybe it was the sexy thump of music or the forbidden element, but we went from zero to a hundred in a nanosecond—sucking and licking in a passionate power play. Our tongues dueled feverishly as I tugged the hem of his shirt and flattened my palms on his warm skin. He rocked his hips in response, grinding his denim-clad cock against my now monster-sized erection.
The shock of friction sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to tear his clothes off, turn him to the mirror, and fuck him like an animal. We could do it. The door and partition wall might be flimsy, but at least they reached the floor.
No, wait. This was a public establishment. This might be illegal. I could get arrested on charges of indecency, wearing a sports jacket I hadn’t paid for, and boxer briefs. I could end up on the news. Or worse, on a social media feed. My parents, my friends, my boss, my students…they might see footage of me and wonder if I’d gone insane.
But maybe I had gone insane because I didn’t care if Noah didn’t.
I kissed him again—all tongue and heat and need. I cupped his ass, rocking my hips like a sex-starved maniac. I couldn’t stop. He felt so darn good. So warm, so responsive, so…hard. He wanted this too. I wasn’t alone here, and that meant something.
On my next inhale, I finally broke the kiss. We stared at each other, panting and achy with need. Well, that was me anyway. But he had to feel it too, because a moment later, he bit my chin, then dropped to his knees in front of me.
“What are you doing, Noah?” I rasped.
He teased my length and put his mouth on me, stroking and licking through the layer of cotton. When I hissed in surprise, he looked up at me with angelic wide eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
My nostrils flared and my legs felt shaky. There was a right answer here, but my brain wasn’t in communication with my penis. That had to be why I lowered my briefs and wrapped my fingers around my base. I stroked myself once before tapping my cock against his mouth, tracing his lips with precum.