It was difficult, but I still heard her moans of pleasure through the wall. I don’t know why I haven’t pulled out, why I’m not long gone from this room right now. But I just keep my softening dick in her and remove the vibrator.
Her pussy is a perfect shade of dark pink. As soon as I walked in the room, she was already wet, but now that I’m done with her, she’s a fucking mess. I rub and hold her ass cheek, almost wishing I could see what it looked like in a doggy style position.
It’s erotic being able to keep my softening dick inside of her, but I groan, knowing our time is over.
I pull out, admiring the wet sheen of her release on the leather bench and the globe of her ass. I dispose of the condom and consider reaching out to her to renegotiate that part of our limits. The idea of spilling inside of her and making her sit here while it slips out is enthralling.
I put the vibrator back where I found it and just stare at her for a long moment. Part of me just knows someone with apussy that perfect has to be beautiful. Not that I should care or that makes sense. I shouldn’t give a fuck beyond getting off and getting her off.
But there’s this nagging in the back of my brain. There’s something about her that I just can’t shake and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Somehow, despite how we’re strangers who know nothing about each other and have never had a conversation, I feel connected to her in some odd way.
I don’t want to leave this room; I realize.
Fuck.
Of course, out of all the women to interest me, it’s the one who’s faceless and enjoys the same anonymous kink I do. I put my suit jacket on and rub my face, the scent of her pussy lingers on my fingers as I look at her one last time.
I don’t know why I do it, but I lean down and press a soft kiss against her clit before turning around and leaving the room.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I head to my car and sit in the driver’s seat for far longer than I need to. Contemplating everything. How did I get here? What do I want? And what the hell am I supposed to do now?
Thinking about it is all too fucking hard, I text my twin brothers.
Me: Are you two partying tonight?
Gavin
We’re on the tiki boat.
Ben
We’re going to dock soon if you want to hop on. There’s a bachelorette party and a divorce party getting on board.
I’ll be there in twenty.
With how much I work, I have a change of clothes in my car as I head off to the docks. It’s probably not the most mature thing I should be doing, but alcohol has a way of making things clear.
I park at the marina where my brothers run their tiki boat business. I don’t understand why they won’t take my suggestion into consideration to expand by building from the ground up.
With it being dark, I don’t give a shit as I take off everything but my underwear and put the short sleeve button up and shorts on, as well as a pair of flip-flops.
A horn blares and women scream as my brother holds the railing of the ship and screams.
“Welcome aboard, motherfucker!”
Ben is clearly partying while Gavin drives the boat.
He steers it just close enough so I can hop on and they continue cruising down the channel.
“Ladies, welcome the ugliest Carlson brother, Lincoln,” Ben says into the microphone and there’s a bunch of hoots and hollers.
“You’re such a prick.”
Ben smiles and grabs me a beer.
