The real me wishes I was anywhere but here.
The real me wishes I was wherever Cam is. Maybe then he wouldn’t be getting fucked up the ass by a stranger in a public bathroom, and left in a pissy mood.
My cock twitches as Cinnamon rubs herself over me.
“Oooh, you like that, baby?” she coos in my ear, and I grind my jaw to keep my mouth shut.
My brain latches on to the thought of Cam, wherever he is. I’ve always tried to be supportive when it comes to my best friend, but as open as I am about stuff with him, I know there’s things he holds back from me, and that’s fine.
At least I thought it was fine, so why is my stupid brain pouring over Cam and his playboy bullshit now, of all times?
“Uh huh,” I say, blinking as I try to scrub the image of Cam getting railed out of my mind. There’s just some things you don’t want to think about, especially when you’re getting a fucking lap dance from a stripper.
Whether or not your gay best friend is the top or the bottom, definitely falls into that category.
I swallow hard as a bloom of sweat beads on my brow, my jaw tense.
“Can I… can I touch you?” I ask shakily. Maybe it will help my stupid wandering mind focus on Paul’s “gift” to me. I should at least make the effort, right? When in Rome and all that?
“You can touch me wherever you want, baby.”
I take a breath before settling my hands on her thighs. Her skin is warm, but not sweaty. My thumbs trace over her tattoos as I focus on grounding myself.
My mind wanders again, and I close my eyes, forcing the image of some asshole with his hands all over my friend out of my head.
I tighten my hold on Cinnamon, who takes the sudden squeeze to be some sort of affirmation, and in a way I guess it is.
She arches her back, leaning her head along my shoulder before grinding herself over top of me. My cock twitches as she rubs her ass over my prevalent erection. My eyes remain closed, but I can’t help the groan that escapes me. I can’t deny that it feels good, and it’s been too long since I’ve had anyone touch my cock, even in this sort of capacity.
Without thinking, I thrust my hips up, seeking that plush feeling, my clothed cock poking at the seam of her ass.
“You know,” she coos as she thrusts herself against me, “usually I charge extra to finish, but since it’s your first time, how about I give you the sweet Cinnamon discount? For the full experience…”
Full experience…
Before I can answer her or evenaskwhat that entails, Cinnamon’s grabbing my hands and guiding them along her body. She takes one hand and places it over her pierced nipple, and the other she slips between her panties. My fingers slide over her skin, smooth with trimmed hair that feels almost like the Ninja Turtles Chia pet I had when I was a kid. Prickly but smooth.
I remove my hand from beneath her panties and run it along her ass instead. It feels safer. Panic floods me as she moves her ass over my cock. Is this…
Is this considered cheating? I’m not sure, but it doesn’t feel good, either. My cock protests, telling us we’re being stupid.
Let the pretty stripper make you come, Austen. No one’s made you come in over a year, man, you deserve this!
Cinnamon flips herself around in my lap, straddling me as she reaches her hand down, squeezing my cock through my jeans.
I groan, but my body tenses up at her touch. I don’t dislike it, but it’s too soft. Toonice.
Savannah’s the same way. At least when I touch myself, I can just… do what feels good. I don’t like light squeezing or lazy stroking. I like to begrabbedand pumped. Fast and hard.
But that’s the kind of stuff I keep to myself.I don’t want to insult anyone, especially my future-wife, and make her think I don’t enjoy what she is willing to give me. And the same applies to Cinnamon.
She’s doing her job, after all, so I’ll play the part.
I’ll play the part and we can get this over with, and maybe I’ll walk away feeling a little better, right?
Cinnamon giggles as she continues to softly squeeze and pump my cock through my pants, and my mind wanders again. I can’t keep focused, because all I can think about is Cam.
I hate it when people are mad at me, period, but Cam…
