He shakes his head fervently. “Need it,” he says in a low voice. “Always need it from you. Give it to me.”

I grab his hip, and he leans against the wall, pushing his backside towards me as I position my cock. It’s a long, slow slide, gentle to make allowances for the hasty prep. But it’s still tight and hot, and I can’t help the low grunt I give when I bottom out.

“Oh God,” he mutters. “So good, Mish.”

“Alright?” I ask breathlessly, and he nods, his hair falling out of its ponytail and cascading down onto his shoulders.

“Move,” he whispers, reaching down and grabbing my hip. “Come on, Misha.”

His whine sends a huge shiver running over my body. “God,” I say fervently and start to thrust. The cubicle fills with the sound of pants and muffled groans and the slap of skin, and I really don’t think we’re being quiet enough.

I can’t bring myself to care though. I pull out and ram back into him, and he arches his back, the muscles taut beneath his rucked-up T-shirt. There’s something unbearably hot about this quickie in a bathroom stall with both of us half-naked and on the verge of discovery with every passing second.

As if on cue, the bathroom door bangs open, and footsteps sound on the floor. We both freeze with me balls deep in Charlie’s arse. He shudders, and I immediately put my hand over his mouth. He licks it and I want to laugh, but I brush his ear with my lips and tut very softly.

The sound of liquid hitting the urinal makes Charlie judder with silent laughter, and I throw my head back, looking up at the ceiling sightlessly as my dick is squeezed in a tight, warm vise.

He looks back, his eyes wide and his laughter dying. He begins to move in a soft, slow undulation. He does something that squeezes my cock, and I bite my lip hard against the urge to cry out. I lower my face to his shoulder, opening my mouth against the silky skin in a silent shout.

We stay there locked together, making tiny movements until water turns on and off, and the stranger walks out of the bathroom whistling. The door bangs shut, and I give a loud groan. “Shit, I can’t hold it much longer.” I lower my hand and fist his cock inside the mesh fabric. “Come in this,” I whisper into his ear, biting and licking the sensitive lobe and hearing him moan. “Fill these knickers, Charlie. I want to see them wet with come.”