"Of course." Cain lifted my shirt up, peeling wet fabric from my skin, and pressed his lips against my nipple. He sucked the sweat from my skin, and all I could do was stand there and shudder under his touch. He ground his hips against mine. I could feel the pressure of his hard cock against my own, and couldn't have been more impatient to have it inside of me. My hands scrambled to the edge of his shirt, and I tugged at the damp grey fabric. He got the message, pulling it off over his head before kissing and grinding against me again. His strong hand cupped my ass and massaged it, then slipped underneath the waistband. I felt the rough texture of his fingers against my hole, rubbing between my asscheeks. "God," he said into my neck, "You have such a perfect ass."
I could hardly respond, I was too busy feeling the sweaty contours of his back. Cain pulled away from me and turned me around, pressing my bare chest against the cold metal stall. I gasped when my nipples grazed the metal, and Cain pressed his whole body against my back. I remembered how he liked to be complimented last time, and let one out, "You're so fucking hot." He responded with a grunt and ground his hips against his ass. His body felt massive and powerful behind me. With one swift motion, he pulled my shorts and underwear off. I felt the air on my sweaty skin, then his hands left my back and moved to spread my cheeks apart. His tongue found my hole. I squirmed as he licked long trails from my balls over my asshole, and he gripped firmly on my ass to hold me still. His tongue traced around my hole, then pressed inside. I groaned at his tongue's deft movements, my cock achingly hard, my skin flushed and sweating even more. His tongue moved messily against me, coating my asshole in his spit. Cain pressed on the middle of my back, and I arched it.
I felt his hands leave my body and looked over my shoulder to see him pulling his shorts off, a condom in one hand. He smiled at me, stroked his cock a few times, and tore the condom packaging open to roll it over his cock. Cain rooted through his shorts where they had crumpled on the tile floor and emerged with a small bottle of lube. I was oddly flattered at how prepared he was, delighted with the thought of him planning ahead for the perfect time to fuck me. Now his hands were on my ass again, and I felt my hole quiver when it came into contact with the cold lube. "Spread your legs," he directed me, and I did, just in time for him to press one wide finger decisively into my hole. I gasped, unable to hold back from moving my hips as he explored my insides. "You're so fucking tight," he said, curling his finger inside of me. His finger was joined by another, thrusting inside of me, and then a third, sending a stir of pleasure through my guts and making a tear well up in one eye. He smacked my ass once, then pulled his fingers out of me.
My hole felt open and I was desperate for more. Thankfully, his cock found its way between my asscheeks again. His head grazed my hole, and he steadied my hips with one hand before pushing inside of me. His dick was enormous, and thankfully he went slowly. Both of us let out a long, low exhale as his dick stretched me out meticulously. Cain's hands massaged my ass as he did so, squeezing it almost to the point of being painful. His balls pressed against my ass, and I clenched around him, pulling an "Oh my god," from his throat. Cain lost much of his earlier care, and pulled out of me to thrust quickly back in. I grunted in a strangled mix of pain and pleasure. Cain grabbed my hair and tugged my head as he thrust forcefully in again. With the amount of pressure he was using, every thrust forced me closer to the wall, until my arms were tired from the effort and my face slammed into the metal stall.
