I glanced around the room. It was dark enough not to be noticed, and we were tucked away in a corner. Could we get away with it? There was only one way to find out.
He leant on the table in front of us, allowing me room to give my dick a few strokes. I rolled on the condom and spat into my hand, lubricating it as best I could.
“We good?” he asked over his shoulder.
“If you’re sure.” With no hesitation, he took hold of the head and lined it up. I spread his cheeks wide and held my breath as he slowly sat down, forcing my cock deep inside him.
“Oh, fuck.” He banged on the table with the palm of his hand. “Fucking amazing, Killian, but then you always are a good fuck.”
He rode my dick like a champ, his hands braced on my thighs. I lifted his arse and let him slam back down each time.
So far, we’d been undetected, but I knew that likely wouldn’t last long. We were trying to be discreet, but it wouldn’t be difficult to spot what we were doing if someone were to look over.
I breathed heavily, perilously close to coming. The idea of some fucker watching turned me on, and I thrust harder.
“God, yes. You’re killing me here. I want to feel you come,” Ash grunted, his pace quickening.
Jesus, I was doing my best. I lifted my hips, my thighs trembling with the effort. His arse gripped my cock, milking it harder and harder, and seconds later, my rhythm stuttered. I shot into the condom, grunting, spurt after spurt, each one lessening in intensity.
“Fuck, Ash.” They were the only words I could get out of my mouth, and I leant against his back, exhausted.
“I need to come,” Ash said, his voice strained. He slid off my lap, my dick limp, the spent condom hanging off the end.
Somehow, he managed to turn and face me, his trousers now open at the front, dick in hand. He worked it hard, the veins in his neck thick with the effort.
He placed a hand on my shoulder, and all I could do was watch as his mouth opened and spunk erupted from the purple head.
“Man, all over my clothes.” But he didn’t care and continued to wank until there was nothing left. He collected what he could and licked it off his hands, a dirty smile on his face. “Fuck, that was hot. Do you think anyone noticed us?”
I looked around him, out into the club. “I think we got away with it,” I said, aware that he was still straddling me. “You’re gonna need to get up, though, or someone will.”
He stood, his limp cock almost in my face. “Wanna help clean it up?”
I leant forward and sucked it into my mouth, removing the last drops of cum. His balls tightened at my touch.
“We should take this somewhere else,” he said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for round two.”
He’d get no argument from me, but I’d need a little longer than a few minutes to recover. I wasn’t as young as he was. As if to prove my point, his cock stiffened in my mouth. I reached behind him. His trousers were still open at the back, and I slipped a finger inside him with ease.
“Gentlemen. I think it’s time to go.” The bouncer I’d spoken to earlier stood by the table. He didn’t seem mad; in fact, his smirk told a different story. “Thanks for the show.”
I looked around him. A small crowd had gathered, some with phones in their hands. I guess we weren’t that discreet.
We broke apart, and Ash slowly tucked himself away. I removed the condom, unsure what to do with it. I looked on, amazed as Ash took it from me and sucked out the contents. Fuck, that guy was dirty.
“Waste not, want not.” He placed the empty condom in his pocket and continued to dress. “Give us a hand, will you?”
I had enough to do tidying myself up, but when I looked, Ash had his back to the bouncer, his hands on his knees, waiting for him to zip him up.
I shook my head and smiled at his antics. Cheeky fucker.
The bouncer looked over at me with an eyebrow raised. I nodded and urged him on.
He sucked in a finger, and without missing a beat, shoved it up Ash’s arse. Ash squealed, not expecting it, but he pushed himself back and forth, fucking himself on the finger. He bit his lip, his eyes closed.
Jesus, fuck. I’d known some people in my life, but Ash, hands down, had to be the most insatiable man I’d met when it came to sex. He was young, hot, and took what he wanted when hewanted it. I liked a man who was brazen enough to do that, and he had the confidence, too.
The sound of a sharp slap brought me out of my head. Ash was rubbing his arse, a pout on his face.