It’s a powerful feeling having Aidyn Christy beg me. Tightening my grip, I stroke him. Slowly at first, just watching his cock slide in my hand. Memorizing it. Then faster as his breathing increases and his cock throbs. I wish I had lube… That thought is temporary because I drop to my knees, not caring about my dress pants, as I suck the tip of his giant cock into my mouth. The taste makes me impossibly harder.
He moans, thrusting into my mouth. I place a hand on his leg—his thick thigh is scattered with red hair. I’ve dreamed about those thighs, but I can’t get distracted now. I hold him in place and open my mouth as wide as I can. Taking as much of him as possible. Which is not as much as I want. I can’t take him all the way in—but my ass could. I whine at the thought, and he’s thrusting again, and this time, I don’t stop him. He hits the back of my throat, and I pull off with a cough. Breathing is good.
“Sorry— I?—”
But I don’t let him finish. I take him in as deep as I can, sucking him and stroking the parts that don’t fit. His thrusts become jerky, and I roll his balls in my hand, needing his cumsliding down my throat. His grip tightens in my hair as his orgasm hits, but I don’t let go.
I take as much as I can before pulling off, careful not to get any on Aidyn or myself. As I stand, wiping my mouth, he pulls me into a kiss. Then he whispers, “My turn.”
Shaking my head, I step away. Something like hurt flashes in his eyes. I kiss him again and then turn and grab the rough paper towels to clean him and the mess we made. Once I’ve cleaned up and washed my hands, I turn back. Aidyn has already tucked himself and his shirt back in, and I’m disappointed.
“Come here.” His eyes are hot on me. We kiss, and it’s softer and sweeter than any kiss we’ve shared so far. He positions me so my back presses against his front.
“I don’t think we have time—” But his hands have already undone my belt and my pants. He cups me through my underwear.
“When you first admitted you saw me in the storage room, I was humiliated. But now the thought of you watching me is so fucking hot, Garrett. I want your eyes on me as I jerk off to thoughts of you. Thoughts of having you.” He rubs his thumb over the tip of my cock through the now-wet cloth, and I rock into his touch, frantic with need.
“Please.” I don’t care that I’m whining. Begging. I need his hands on me.
He chuckles, and fuck, that fuels the flames. He pulls my pants and underwear down in one swoop. His left arm goes around me, his hand on my chest. “Spread your legs for me, Garrett.”
I do. As much as I can with my pants around my ankles. My ass is snug against his groin, his legs on either side of mine. He bites my neck as he wraps his big hand around my cock and strokes. I’m already achingly hard, but his hand and his scent and his words…
“You’re so fucking hot all spread out for me, Garrett. Such a slut for me.” His left hand moves to my throat but doesn’t squeeze. Just having total power over me as he jacks me off.
I squeeze my eyes shut, giving in to the overwhelming feelings as I thrust into his hand. “Yes. Aidyn. God, yes.”
“Open your eyes, darlin’, and watch me.”
My eyes pop open, and I watch my cock slide in and out of his large hand. The callouses scrape exquisitely against my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His brogue is thick now, and God, it’s like another hand stroking me. “I can’t wait to fuck you. Break you apart with my cock until you’re ruined for anyone else.”
“Yes, fuck yes.” My balls tighten, and my orgasm slams through me. I come all over Aidyn’s hand and the VFW restroom floor.
Banging startles us, and we jump apart. I slip on my own cum, and Aidyn catches me before I fall.
“Hold your horses,” Aidyn yells at the person.
“Pregnant woman. I have to pee.” Jane. Fuck.
“Use the women’s.”
“It’s occupied, you jackass. What’s taking you so long? Get the fuck out here, Christy.”
“I’m taking a shit, woman.”
Once she retreats, I stare at Aidyn. With Jane standing right outside the door, how are we going to get out without being seen?
9
AIDYN
I swallowthe shame building in my throat. What if we get caught? What will people think? That I’ve abandoned Emily? Betrayed her by fucking around with her brother.
Once Garrett finishes cleaning up himself and the floor, he raises an eyebrow at me. I’m still leaning against the door and doing nothing. He pulls me toward the sink and washes my hands. Shaking my thoughts loose, I dry my hands and give him a sweet kiss.
“We need to draw this out until she gives up or the other restroom opens up,” I say in a soft voice. “It’s our only chance.”
