Very Clean Bad Boys

“What about you?” he asked. I just grinned and turned away from him, pulling my shirt off and leaving it on the bench as I sauntered inside. He followed, and as I rinsed my hands properly in the sink, I felt him slide his chilly, damp hands around my torso to cup my breasts. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, rolled my nipples, which ached with the cold. I had goose bumps all over!

When he pressed against me, I could feel his hard-on digging into my ass. I protested that I needed a shower, but he said he didn’t care. I never would have thought it of him! He pried my jeans open, loosened his own pants, and I felt his hot, hard cock press against my ass as his hand slid under my panties to grab my stiffening cock.

By the time we made it to the couch, we were both naked. No, we didn’t get to the bedroom. Val went down on me, and that came as a surprise, too. He was really, really good! I returned the favor, naturally, deep-throating his cock a couple of times before we both wound up on the floor like a couple of animals, grinding against each other. He had his cock pressed up against mine, one of his hands fixed on my breasts.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered into my ear. Well, fuck me, I thought, and promptly pressed him belly-down on the floor. He was complete 100% bad boy as he tossed his hair out of his eyes and turned to glare over his shoulder at me, a total change from his executive banker look. I had the feeling I was looking at the real Val.

Once I slipped into him (God he was tight, and so hot, always so hot!) he moaned and rode back. I thumped into him until my hips rippled with it, reached around to fondle his cock. It stayed rock-hard, jerking with every thrust. His growls and grunts were bestial, low, and as I leaned over him, he reached back to clutch at my hip with one grasping, desperate hand. He was close.

I was closer. I came inside him with a cry, convulsing in ecstasy. He shrugged me off, lay me back on the rug, his throbbing cock still hard and pulsing pre-come from the tip. I pulled him over and let him rub it over my face, stroking it back and forth over my lip. He tasted of pre-come and sweat, delicious.