Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty-One
Alex's Point Of View
The thrust was deep, hitting that spot, and Demi's knees buckled. I caught him, pounding steadily, the slap of skin on skin too loud, so I angled to muffle it against his body.
“Take it” I grunted, one hand sliding around to jerk his cock in rhythm.
He was leaking everywhere, slick and hot in my fist. The lockers rattled faintly with each drive, and I prayed no one heard.
Sweat beaded on my back, dripping down as I fucked him harder, chasing the edge.
Demi's breaths came in ragged bursts, his hole fluttering around me.
“I’m about to cum” he whispered, voice breaking. I sped up my hand, thumbing the slit, and he shattered, clenching down, spilling over my fingers with a choked sob.
The vise of him pulled me under, I buried deep, flooding him with hot pulses, biting his shoulder to stay silent.
We slumped together, panting, my cock still twitching inside him. But the night, or evening , whatever it was wasn't over.
I pulled out carefully, cum trickling down his thigh.
“Not done” I said, turning him to face me. His eyes were glassy, lips swollen, but he nodded, eager.
I guided him to the benches in the corner, away from the door, pushing him to sit.
Straddling his lap, I sank down, no, wait, I was top. I had him lie back on the bench, legs over my shoulders.
This angle was deeper, riskier because the benches faced the entrance.
I thrust in again, folding him, watching his face contort in pleasure.
“Look at me beautiful” I demanded, and he did, eyes locked as I rutted into him.
The wood creaked under us, and every distant noise made me pause, cock throbbing buried deep.
Once, a door slammed somewhere in the building, and we froze, me plugging him full, his hand over his mouth.
When it passed, I resumed, brutal and fast, his cock rubbing between us.
He came again quickly, untouched this time, cum streaking his abs.
I followed, grinding through it, marking him inside. We cleaned up hastily with towels, but the pull was magnetic.
“One more?” I asked testing my luck, i pulled him into the showers stalls which had thin curtains, water off to avoid noise.
Under the dim light, I pressed him to the wall, lifting one leg.
Entering him slick with our mess, I fucked him standing, hand over his mouth, the other bracing us.
Water from earlier made the floor slippery, heightening the danger.
His muffled moans vibrated against my palm as I hammered his prostate, balls slapping wetly.
The echo was a problem, so I slowed to deep grinds, rolling my hips to stir him up.
Footsteps, closer this time. The outer door? We stilled, my cock pulsing inside him, his walls milking involuntarily.
A voice called, I think the janitor? It faded, but the scare amped everything. I dropped my hand, kissing him fiercely as I sped up, chasing release.
He bit my lip to quiet his cry as he came, and I unloaded, legs shaking.
Finally, we disentangled, dressing in silence, hearts pounding from more than exertion.
“That was insane” I whispered, pulling him close for one last kiss.
“You’re a demon” he whispered looking completely out of it.
“Thanks to you” I said back kissing him the last time I promise.