ELIAS

The door clicked shut behind me, sealing her inside that perfect, soundproofed room. My back hit the wood, and I let my head fall against it with a low, ragged groan.

“Fuuuuuck.”

My hand, the same one still slick with her, was trembling. I lifted it slowly, brought it right up under my nose, and inhaled like a man starved. That sweet, musky scent hit me like a drug: warm skin, arousal, her. My cock jerked violently against the zipper of my pants, already leaking.

I didn’t even make it two steps before I was yanking my belt open, shoving my pants and boxers down just enough. My length...