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passed before the door opened. Vince had on a pair of dark blue sweatpants, and judging from the clear outline of his cock leaning toward his left leg beneath the cotton, that was all he had on.
He smiled and opened the door the rest of the way, stepping to one side so I could move past him. His chest was bare, a few water droplets still dripping from his hair to meander down the tight muscles of his torso. I placed the bag of food on the first surface I could find, a small stand that held a phone and the latest copy of the Tampa Tribune, with Vince’s latest headline and a color photo of the late pastor staring up at me—Slasherazzi 5, Tampa Police Department 0. I dismissed the pang in my chest and turned to Vince. His back was to me as he closed the door. I moved up behind him, pushing his body up against the hard surface. He grunted as I leaned into him, reaching one hand around to stroke my fingertips against the bulge of his cock.
“Fuck the food,” I whispered, my lips capturing his earlobe. His hips rocked, grinding against my dick, which was suddenly begging for release from the jeans that grew tighter by the second.
“If that’s what you want,” Vince replied, reaching back to grip my waist and hold me up against him as he continued the slow, torturous rubbing of his ass up and down the length of my cock. “I’d rather you fuck me, though.”
I snickered and ducked my head down a little to kiss and lick at his neck, while my hands began to travel up over the taut skin of his abs until they found two small patches of soft pliable flesh. I took each nipple and rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. Vince let out a loud moan, bracing his hands against the door to steady himself.
“Shit,” he gasped.
With one foot, I nudged his legs apart until they were spread across the hallway, with Vince leaning forward, his ass pushed out in invitation. I thrust my hips against him, the friction almost unbearable.
“Come on, Alex. Fuck me,” he pleaded. “We’ve got all night for foreplay.”
“True.” I gave one last pinch of his nipples, leaving him panting for breath as I turned toward the bedroom. “Don’t move.”
The condoms and lube were still where we’d left them, haphazardly tossed onto the bed amidst the rumpled sheets. I grabbed them and strode back into the hall. Vince hadn’t moved, still assuming the position like a criminal ready to be frisked. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them down over my hips along with my boxers, leaving my hard dick to brush the soft material of his sweatpants, pushing up against the firm muscle beneath. Within seconds, I had the condom out of its packet and rolled down over my cock. My fingers slipped beneath the elastic waistband of Vince’s pants and exposed his round, tanned ass.
I squeezed a small amount of lube onto my fingers and circled his tight hole before forcing my way past its resistance. Vince groaned and pushed back against me.
“Alex, please.”
I smirked and continued the slow fucking, twisting my finger inside him until the muscles eased enough for me to stretch him with a second digit. With the bottle of lube in my other hand, I drizzled it generously over my cock and tossed the container to one side.
“Ready?” I asked, smothering the cool liquid across the latex.
“Just hurry up, will you?”
I chuckled and withdrew my fingers from him, wiping the excess lube off on my jeans before gripping his hips and holding him steady. My cock lined up at his entrance, I thrust in deep. We groaned in unison, the heat of his ass clenching down on me.
I pulled out slowly, then shoved my way back through the tight muscles, repeating the motion until the tension eased and my dick could slide easily into him. His hips moved with me as I began to increase the pace, slamming into him. I took hold of his waist with both hands and pulled him back into me as I thrust forward. He gave a sharp cry, tilting his head back.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, balling his