Late Shift Cravings

The rain hammered the café windows like it wanted in, turning the closed sign into a blurry promise of privacy. I’d been stealing glances at Marcus all night while we tallied receipts and wiped down tables—his crisp white shirt clinging to the hard lines of his chest, the way his jaw tightened when he concentrated. Tension had been building for weeks, every shared shift crackling with something neither of us named. Tonight it finally snapped.

“Rain’s not letting up,” I said, voice low as I locked the front door. My pulse hammered in my throat. “Might as well finish the inventory in the back.”

Marcus looked up from the counter, dark eyes locking on mine. A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “You sure that’s all you wanna finish, Jake?”

Heat flooded my groin. I crossed the small space between us in two strides, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him into a kiss that had been waiting since the first time he brushed against me in the narrow kitchen. His mouth was hot, demanding, tasting like the espresso we’d been sipping. He groaned against my lips, hands sliding down to grip my ass and yank our hips together. Our cocks pressed hard through our pants, already throbbing.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted this,” Marcus breathed, breaking just enough to speak. His fingers dug into my cheeks. “You’ve been teasing me with that tight little ass every damn shift.”

I laughed breathlessly, grinding against him. “Then take it. Right here.”

We stumbled toward the back booth, the one hidden from the windows. Rain drummed louder, masking our ragged breathing. I shoved him down onto the cushioned seat and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs. My hands shook with need as I yanked his belt open, dragged his zipper down. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, the head already glistening with precum. The musky scent of him hit me and my mouth watered.

“Shit, Jake… suck it,” he growled, threading his fingers through my hair.

我没有犹豫。我含住那肿胀的龟头，舌头绕着马眼打转，尝到那滴咸咸的前液。马库斯倒吸一口气，胯部猛地一顶。我吞得更深，收紧双颊，用舌头沿着茎身下方舔弄，同时用手套弄吞不进去的部分。我嘴巴发出的湿滑水声和雨声混在一起。他的味道好得要命——滚烫的皮肤、干净的汗味、纯粹的男人味。

“Goddamn, your throat’s tight,” he panted, guiding my head faster. “Look at me while you choke on my dick.”

I glanced up, eyes watering, lips stretched wide around his girth. The raw lust on his face made my own cock ache painfully against my fly. He fucked my mouth in short, controlled thrusts, balls slapping my chin. Saliva dripped down my chin onto the floor.

几分钟后，他把我拉开，发出湿润的‘啵’声。“起来。脱掉裤子。我要操你。”

I stood on shaky legs, stripping fast. My cock bobbed free, flushed and leaking. Marcus spun me around, bending me over the booth table. The cool wood pressed against my chest as he kicked my feet wider. His big hands spread my ass cheeks, and then his hot tongue was there—licking over my tight hole in long, filthy strokes.

“Marcus—fuck!” I moaned, pushing back against his face. His stubble scraped my skin, adding sharp little sparks of pleasure-pain. He rimmed me like he was starving for it, tongue pushing inside, then sliding down to lap at my balls. One thick finger joined his tongue, stretching me open.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmured against my ass, voice muffled and hungry. “Gonna fill this hole with my cum.”

“Yes—do it,” I begged, gripping the edge of the table. “Fuck me raw.”

他站起来，鸡巴上沾满我的口水。我感到那钝圆的龟头抵住我的入口，然后缓慢而坚定地推了进来。那种撑开的灼热感恰到好处。一寸又一寸地撑满我，直到他的胯部贴住我的屁股，他沉甸甸的睾丸抵着我的。我们同时呻吟出声。

“Move,” I gasped.

He did. Hard. The first thrust punched the air from my lungs. Rain lashed the windows while Marcus pounded into me, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the empty café. His hand reached around to jerk my cock in time with his thrusts, thumb smearing the steady leak from my tip.

“Harder—shit, right there,” I cried as he nailed my prostate. My legs trembled. The table creaked under us.

Marcus leaned over my back, biting my shoulder. “You’re mine now. This ass is mine.” His rhythm turned punishing, hips snapping, balls smacking my taint. Sweat slicked our skin, the smell of sex thick in the air.

I came first—hard—shooting thick ropes across the table with a broken shout, my hole clenching around his pistoning cock. The orgasm ripped through me so intensely my vision whited out.

“Fuck—Jake!” Marcus snarled. Two more savage thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, pulsing deep inside me. I felt every hot spurt of his cum flooding my guts, so much it started leaking out around his shaft as he kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed locked together, panting, the rain slowly easing outside. He kissed the back of my neck, softening but still buried inside.

“Next shift,” he whispered, voice rough with satisfaction, “we’re doing this again. Slower. In the storage room.”

I smiled, clenching around him just to hear him groan. “Deal. But only if you let me fuck you next time.”

Marcus chuckled, nipping my ear. “We’ll see, baby. We’ve got all night to negotiate.”