Chapter 33
I hoped the resident downstairs was still out on her terrace, bemoaning the storm damage, and not on the phone to Shonda to complain about the loud, randy noises coming from her neighbor’s apartment above.
We struck a fast pace, our bodies growing slick with sweat. We moved together like a well-oiled machine, my cock pistoning deep into the socket of his ass, his dick rubbing smoothly between us. My heartbeat increased and my whole body trilled with the very essence of him. Wanting more, needingit, I rolled him over onto his back—now it was mekneeling above him, mylips pressing him to the floor, myarms and legs trapping him in place. My thrusts became quicker, frantic, the power behind them spurred by additional leverage the floor provided.
Beneath me, he moved with me, keeping pace. Gasping, he moaned my name and God’s, and begged me to fuck him harder, harder, please. I dove deeper into him as he clawed at my back, pulling me close, holding me in place as he screwed his ass onto my cock. Please, and God, Elliott, and yes, yes, yes.
When he came, he reached between us and jerked his release from his cock in a series of short spitting squirts. The white lines of cum looked like beaded strands of pearls crisscrossing his lower belly. I dug in my heels, shoved inside him until I felt the heat of his ass on my balls, and shot my load in him. “Yes,” he sobbed, smearing his own juices over his stomach. “Yes, God, yes!”
I collapsed above him, exhausted. He moved beneath me weakly, just enough to free his arms from between us, then hugged me to him with a frighteningly tight embrace. My head rested on his shoulder; he turned to kiss me, then pressed his forehead to mine. This close, his eyes looked endless.
“I need another shower,” he joked. He spoke so low, I felt the words in my chest more than heard them out loud.
I laughed. “We both do.”
He smiled, another invitation. Wiggling his hips under mine, his voice turned coy. “Join me?”
How could I refuse?
* * * *
By the end of the week, I had most of the hurricane-induced issues resolved around the apartment complex—those I could fix myself, that is. The block of homes without power would remain dark until the electric company could come out and replace the downed lines, but at least the tree that had taken them out was nothing but firewood and mulch now. Yards were cleared, terraces mended, the pool cleaned…it took a full five days, but at least things were starting to get back to normal.
When five o’clock rolled around on Friday evening, I pocketed the emergency call pager and headed home. I had nothing on my mind but a relaxing weekend with—hopefully—few interruptions. Of course, I should’ve known better. At quarter to seven that evening, the pager went off. I called into the answering machine where residents could leave messages regarding emergencies after hours. Please don’t be anything major, I prayed. Anything that could wait until Monday would suit me just fine.
I entered the access code to play back the messages and recognized Donnie’s voice immediately. Deep, smoked out, sexy as hell. I hadn’t seen him all week, not after leaving his sister’s apartment fresh from another bout of sex in the shower. It’d been a spur of the moment thing, for both of us, I knew. I held no illusions for anything more.
And yet…”Hey,” he breathed into the phone, the raw sound of his voice piquing my interest. Turning me on. “I’m hot in here, man. It’s just me and my hand. Hit me up if you can help get me off.”
Thank GodI didn’t let that go until Monday! Shonda would’ve choked if she heard that. I almost did, to be honest…then I fell over myself getting my work boots back on. I lived a short, ten-minute drive from the apartments. I hoped he could hold out that long.
The roads were empty and I made record time. As I pulled up in front of Donnie’s apartment building, I cut the lights. From the bed of my pickup, I took out my toolbox, hefting it in one hand as I headed up the stairs. Even though I doubted anything in therewould satisfy him as much as the thick rod crammed down the front of my pants, I wanted to keep up appearances. In case any nosy neighbors were watching.
I stopped in front of his door, already hard and eager for another roll on the floor. Raising my fist, I knocked on the door once as I hollered out, “Maintenance!”
I heard the door unlock. The knob turned, the door opened a crack, and Donnie appeared. He saw me and grinned. When he opened the door wider to let me in, I saw his nude body in all its firm, ripe glory. “Don’t you ever get dressed?” I teased, setting my toolbox on the floor.