Paul pulls my hair and twists my head back, locking my eyes on his. He's panting and pursing his lips. "Stand," he says. I reluctantly release his cock and get up.

In a second, he's on me, pressing his body against mine. He presses me against the wall, holding my left breast and buttock. I toss my head back, and he nibbles my neck and lips. We kiss recklessly, my hands on his collar.

Trembling, I start unbuttoning his shirt. Once the final button is undone, I move my hands from his stomach to his chest, feeling every hill and ridge of his muscles. From his nicely sculpted abs to...