He leans against the gray exterior as I finagle the key into the worn lock. “Idohave a business to run.”
“You’re really itching to be dropped off on the side of the road.” The key latches into the mechanism. I push the door open and hold it for my little whore. “I told you, you’re mine for the night.”
He brushes past me and tosses his bag on the left bed. I close the door and toss my bag beside his, just to make sure he knows we’re sharing the other bed. He kicks off his shoes and takes a seat on the edge of the left bed.
“Go take a shower. You’re filthy.”
He salutes. “Yes, sir.”
He tears off black socks before rising back to his feet.
I lock the door, pull the shades closed, and when I turn back around, Seven is on his way to the bathroom, wearing nothing but black trunks. He pushes open the bathroom door, the light flickering on. He knows I’m watching. Has to know. Pulls his underwear down. They pool at his feet just before he steps out of them.
I choke back the intrusive thoughts to follow him into the bathroom and fuck him on the sink. Force myself to think about anything other than his smooth, round ass. Anything but thinking about burying myself in him. Taking him. Owning him. Destroyinghim. And then leaving him alone in this motel room. Running like I always do. As I’ll always do.
There’s a bounce in his step, and his ass, as he disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the shower running before digging a change of clothes from my bag, tossing them on the dresser, and then locking the bag inside the safe underneath the microwave.
I angle my ear against the bathroom door and listen—water crashing against ceramic, a squealing hot water tank, and the faintest echo of a melodic hymn. I crack open the door and slip inside. It’s like stepping into a dense fog as warm, wet steam envelopes me. I flip the toilet seat up, unzip?—-
And that gets his attention. “Whatever happened to privacy?”
“Sorry bro, I have to piss.”
“Please don’t call me bro. It’s weird.”
“Yeah, yeah…” I whip my dick out, aim, and release a stream into the toilet.
The shower curtain is a sheer yellow. I can faintly make out the silhouette of Seven’s body. Watch as he runs fingers through his hair, rinsing the shampoo out. Watch as he caresses his pecs with a bar of soap, and then his stomach. I look down and give myself one last shake to clear the droplet remnants of piss. And then I’m watching him again. Watch as shower water dribbles off the edge of his dick that hangs, softand long. Watch as he rotates, reaches a hand behind, and runs it between the crack of his ass.
That’s enough of that. I give the toilet a quick flush and it only takes a second for him to howl.
Ow… Oww.“Are you trying to scald me?”
“Mama always said flushing while the shower was running didn’t actually do anything.” I say with a shrug. “That it was nothing more than a myth.”
“Well your mama was a liar,” he shoots back.
I’d beat his ass if it weren’t true. She was a liar and then so much more. I exit the bathroom and leave the door cracked. Steam filters through the small opening, dissipating into the air as a ceiling fan spins in slow circles above. I sit on the edge of the bed, lay back, and stare at the ceiling fan. It mesmerizes my tired mind, and I find my eyes grow heavy.
CHAPTER 6
SEVEN
I leanagainst the doorframe with steam billowing behind me. Easiest five hundred dollars I’ve ever made, and I didn’t even have to get pissed on. Unfortunately that means I also don’t get another taste of his cock, but if I know anything about men like Noah, it’s that they’re always ready for round two in the morning.
I climb into a fresh pair of black trunks, throw my bag on the floor, and climb under the covers on the opposite bed.
The air conditioner sputters and kicks, hanging on by a thread.
I roll onto my side and watch him as he sleeps. So peaceful, lying on his back with one arm sprawled over his head and the other resting on his bare chest. I don’t understand how anyone can sleep on their back. I’ve tried it before and always seem to be fighting for my lifeto catch my breath when I do. Sleep is so much more comfortable when I’m on my side and the view is unmatched.
His hand rises with his chest each time he inhales. A field of tamed chest hair covers his pecs, with a trail leading beneath the blankets. There’s a noticeable bump down there too, I think about his cock. The size, the shape, the sweet taste of manliness like sucking on an unflavored lollipop. I think about the massive amount of precum that leaked from his slit, mixing into a salty wet mess with my saliva. Think about the throbbing, pulsing, thick veins that wrap around his shaft. Think about the huge head that fits into the back of my throat like a pacifier. Think about waking him up with my mouth around him. Think about his hands alternating between pushing me down to my limit and tugging at my hair. Even think about letting him fuck me, but I’ve never let anyone near my ass with their cock. Silas slipped a finger in once and I almost chewed his dick off.
I reach underneath the covers. Reach into my underwear and palm my length of my hard, but smooth, shaft. No noticeable veins here. Glide upwards to brush my thumb over the slit of my cock and rub a dribble of precum over the mound of the head. Think about what it’d be like to have him in my mouth and behind me at the same time. Think about how his cock warmed my throat like a hot fire, and the way that’d feel pressed against my asshole. Thinkabout Silas’ finger pushing into me, gently, and how it’d feel if that finger was replaced with a cock, especially one as thick as Noah’s. Think about kneeling on the side of the road, glaring up at him with desperation in my eyes. A hunger, not for the piss he jokingly threatened to douse me in, but buckets of cum. Darting against my tongue first, and then everywhere else. Painting my chin, and eyebrows, and a splattering of his jizz spraying my chest.
That does the trick.
I choke on a gasp as I shoot hot cum in ropes that land on the carpet beside the bed. I tuck away my cock that continues to leak, wetting my trunks. Then begins the post nut ritual. When I come alone, I clean the mess with my tongue. I continue to watch him as I suck the jizz from my fingers.
