“Come on babe, let's grab a drink and our first card. There might even be a little surprise here for us.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder, dark eyes sparkling as he gives me a wink and squeezes my calf gently.
A surprise you say? He’s already given me what I wanted, a photoshoot with him and Jr. But you know, when you have a hot hunk of man wanting to shower you with gifts on Valentine’s day, you're not gonna say no, are you?
He reaches his hand out for mine, holding me steady as I dismount my chubby ass, onto my short legs in my heeled boots, because a girl has gotta look hot no matter what body shape she’s packing. We stroll into the bar, the dim lighting taking a while for my eyes to adjust.
“Welcome riders! Pick a card, any card and me or Angie will be there to serve your drinks.” A crusty faced older man with a wide smile greets.
“Take a seat, baby. I’ll bring your drink over.”
I slap Gus on the ass, snorting when he yelps. Scanning the room I spot the table my girls are sitting at. I mean, it’s not hard, it’s the loudest table by far.
“Oh hey, Ana, a little something for you,” Rider says grinning, as he takes my hand and slips something into it before stalking off to the bar. Weird.
Looking down at my hand I uncurl my fingers and let out a gasp so abruptly that it sends me into a coughing fit.
“Babe, you OK?”
I turn watery eyes up to Gus’s handsome fucking face before glancing back down at the polaroid in my hand. The polaroid of my husband, butt ass naked, looking all oily and filthy and sex on legs-y. The lighting shows off all the muscles in his back as they tense, his ass on full display, even a hint of abs as he twistsslightly to the camera so I can see the long line of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw.
“Holy fucking moley, I need you in me. Now!” I bark at him, wildly looking for a place to drag my man. The disabled toilets will have to do.
Taking our two drinks from Gus I plonk them down on the nearest table, grip Gus’s hand and drag him with me as I shout to Tank to look after our drinks over my shoulder.
“Ah, Ana, are you OK?”
I slam the wide wheelchair access door behind us, locking it and shimmy my leather pants down low enough to be able to expose the only parts I need exposed.
“Pants down. Now.”
I shuffle in place, pants around my ankles and grip onto the handy handle attached to the wall, half bent, waving my ass at Gus like a red flag to a bull.
“Fucking hell, babe, look at you,” Gus groans behind me, bringing his big hand down on my ass cheek with a crack, before soothing the sting, drawing a moan from me.
He spreads my cheeks wide, the cool air hitting my pussy making me clench in surprise, before a warm tongue strokes up my cleft, nudging my pucker a little before travelling back down, dipping into my core.
“Gus, I need you,now,”I whimper. I know my man likes to take his time, but we’re on a schedule and that picture of him, shit that picture of him is doing weird things to me, turning me into a desperate woman.
The blunt head of his cock nudges at me gently and I’m so starved for this man,myman that I thrust back, taking him in one long movement, my ass hitting his pelvis before bouncing off.
“Fuck Ana, fuck, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Gus groans as I work his cock with my pussy, greedily bouncing on that hard dick that is all for me.
I clench my muscles around him and his hands wrap around my waist, an iron grip as he finally gets on board and starts fucking me in earnest, pulling me on and off his cock, building my orgasm with such efficiency that it takes my breath away.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum, you with me?” Gus grunts out, fucking harder and deeper.
“Always, Gus,” I gasp out before moaning low and long into the crook of my arm. I mean, just because we’re fucking like animals in the disabled bathroom doesn’t mean I have to draw attention to us with my screams of ecstasy.
My legs begin to shake as my core tightens, Gus driving me higher and higher to that place that feels just out of reach before he bites down onto my shoulder to muffle his roar, tipping me over the edge.
We stay plastered together, Gus curled around me, holding me to him as the aftershocks rock my core, peppering me with warm kisses and sweet words.
“I love you, baby, but what the fuck has gotten into you?” Gus pants, still catching his breath.
I don't say a word, just wriggle upright, letting his softening cock slip out of me. Grabbing some tissue I catch what I can before pulling up my pants, spinning and slapping the Polaroid into the middle of his chest. He gingerly takes it from me, his gaze dropping to see what it is before his eyes go wide as saucers.
“Oh, uh,” he rubs the back of his neck, “um, wow, that baby oil really worked.” He snorts before his gaze hits me again. “It’s a, uh, photoshoot I did, for you.”
“Is there more than just that picture?” I ask, my belly flip flopping in excitement.
