I slide carefully off the top bunk and stalk silently down the hall. Looks like everyone is good and asleep. I pluck the box of donuts I got earlier off the table and slip out, making the forty-yard trek to Ellie’s hotel. She offered to sleep on the bus with us, especially with Calvin gone. Said we should save the money. There’s no way we’d make her do that. She needs her own space. With me, of course.
I’m sure she’s asleep, but I’m hoping she won’t mind being woken up with donuts and dick.
As quietly as I can, I unlock the door and creep inside. When I reach the bed, it’s empty. My shoulders stiffen. What the fuck?
Then the bathroom door opens. She screams, jumping back, and stumbles into the wall. “Ah! What the shit?!”
“Surprise.” I flick the lamp on and hold up the donuts.
Her hand is over her chest as she breathes heavily. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry.” She struts over and I kiss her cheek, wafting the donuts in her face. “Will this make it better?”
She laughs, hopping on the bed. “I suppose.”
I open the lid. “Variety. Take your pick.”
She leans close, scanning each one intently before plucking a thick but simple glazed donut. Not what I was expecting. She starts to lift it to her mouth, but I put a hand on her arm.
“Wait.”
She frowns, watching me move the box to the table, thentug my sweatpants down. The hand holding the donut falls to her lap. “What are you doing?”
I kick my boxers off next, stroking myself in front of her. Her eyes immediately track my movements. “I’m making your dreams come true.”
Her head lifts, and I see her trying to piece together what I mean. I climb on the bed and lie down. She spins around, still confused.
“Put that donut on my dick and take us both down your throat.”
Her mouth parts in shock, but her eyes flare with desire.
My dirty little donut slut.
“Really?” The enthusiasm in her voice makes my cock twitch.
“Yeah, May, really.” I yank my shirt off and put my hands behind my head, spreading my legs. My cock is standing up, already painfully hard, knowing her soft lips are about to be wrapped around it.
She eagerly crawls between my thighs. “This might get messy.”
“You’ll be a good girl and clean it up, won’t you?”
She nods, eyes full of desire.
I jut my hips up. “Eat your heart out, baby.”
She sits up straighter. Using one hand, she grips my cock at the base, and before adding the donut, she swipes her tongue across my tip, licking the precum there and making me shudder.
I jerked off earlier because I wanted to last longer. Her head game is too fucking strong. She always gets it quick.
She attempts to slip my cock through the hole of the donut, but...it doesn’t fit. Huh.
I hadn’t realized earlier how small the hole actually is. Damn, what kind of donut was in her dream? Had to be huge.
“Uh…” she trails off, trying again. The donut is cool and sticky against my skin, but I don’t mind. I’d let her bathe me inpeanut butter if she wanted to lick it off me. “I don’t know if this is going to work.”
“Here.” I take the treat and shove it over the tip of my cock. Damn, it’s a tight fit. Fuck, it might be cutting my circulation off. My piercings are digging into it, threatening to shred it. It barely fits over the head. She definitely has to eat it off; there’s no other way.
She lies on her stomach between my legs, crossing her feet at her ankles, and glances up at me, bright green eyes shimmering with appreciation. “I don’t really know what to do,” she admits, almost sounding embarrassed. I don’t like that.
