Free Tempestuous Relations by Amanda Young Page A

leave. He didn’t have to make small talk or any of the inane gestures that came with meeting someone and trying to get into their pants.
    Dom turned to face the dividing wall. A lewd, baseball-sized hole was carved in the metal to the left of the broken toilet paper holder. He tapped his foot, impatience welling inside him as he waited for the stranger to make his move.
    After only a moment, a slim finger with a square, trimmed nail appeared through the hole and made a come-hither motion. Not wasting any time, Dom unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out through the fly. He gave himself a nice hard stroke from root to tip, stepped forward, and slid his erection through the hole.
    A heartbeat passed while Dom’s tension grew. Every muscle in his body felt strung tight, waiting…
    It began like always. Humid breath wafted over the damp tip of his dick, followed by a wicked tongue that darted over his slit and slurped up the moisture welling from his body. The nimble appendage worked up one side of his cock and down the other, wetting every inch of his insatiable flesh. Dom held still, not daring to move as warm lips smacked over his tip in a loud, wet kiss.
    Dom leaned forward against the wall and rested his head on the cushion of one bent arm. Under the circumstances, there was no real way to make himself comfortable, but he needed something to brace against if he planned to stay on his feet during the pleasure to come. The stranger’s talented mouth had turned him inside out more than once, draining his balls and making his knees quiver like jelly.
    The stranger lapped and teased, using the very tip of his tongue to gently fuck Dom’s slit before moving on. Wet heat tapped against the underside of Dom’s crown, lighting up one sensitive nerve ending after another. Tension ratcheted higher as warm, wet lips wrapped around his crown and sucked lightly. The hypersensitive ridge of his crown was laved with one caress after another, until Dom was sure he couldn’t stand another moment of the agonizing pleasure. What the guy was doing felt damn good, but Dom needed further stimulation. He ground his teeth in frustration, wishing he could call out and tell the man to suck him harder. It would take forever for him to get off like this.
    Ever so slowly heat began to envelope him. Dom rolled his hips, wordlessly begging for the guy to go faster, to give him more. Sweet pressure surrounded his prick, gradually reeling him in. He groaned and tried to hold still, although it was nearly impossible with a mouth descending his shaft, wetting his skin and massaging every stiff inch with a damp, supple tongue.
    He stared downward, watching as his dick moved in and out of the hole, more and more of his ruddy flesh glistening with saliva. The visual alone threatened to drive him insane. The man working his tool knew what he was doing. That was for damn sure.
    Pleasure sluiced through Dom’s body as his shaft was bathed from tip to root and back again, the stranger’s mouth soft and wet on the way down, followed by agonizingly tight suction on the return trip toward the head.
    The man swinging off the other end of his dick bobbed up and down, his lips and tongue working Dom’s flesh with precision. Slick heat and pressure combined to make him tremble with longing. Although he didn’t see how it was possible, his cock swelled larger within the hot cavern surrounding his greedy flesh.
    As if the guy blowing him heard his silent plea for more, Dom was pulled in deeper until his blunt crown butted against the back of the stranger’s throat. There was a moment of resistance and then his cock forced beyond wet, clinging throat muscles and squeezed so perfectly Dom wanted to cry from the exquisite agony of it. Air rushed from his lungs, the pleasure nearly overwhelming.
    His balls drew taut, damn near trying to crawl back up inside his body. He wanted to hold back, enjoy the sensations coursing through his flesh, but his pleasure was