Later that evening we walked around the neighborhood and grabbed dinner before heading to the club. The music was loud, and the bass was thumping, but we didn’t last long. Our night in the Castro came to a screeching halt with one look.
Everything was fine as we danced to the pulsing beat ofS&M by Rihanna.Hot and sweaty half-naked bodies rubbed against one another, but Brent was in my arms, bumping and grinding on me on the dance floor. We got lost in the music, our hands roaming all over each other.
I had my hands on his ass pressing his erect shaft next to mine. When the music morphed intoDiamonds by Rihanna, it was impossible to stop myself from devouring his mouth. Brent was with me until I felt the first cramp hit his abdomen.
Pulling back, I took his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. His brows shot up as his hand left my hip and went to his stomach.
Leaning in to speak directly into his ear, I quickly developed a new plan. “Let’s get some air.”
He nodded as another cramp hit him. “John…”
I grabbed his hand and led him from the floor. With my free hand I pulled out my wallet and fished out a fifty. As luck would have it, I found our server taking an order at a table on the edge of the dance floor.
I tapped him on the shoulder and handed him the money. “We’ve got to go. My husband isn’t feeling well. Will this cover it?”
One look at Brent told him what he needed to know. “Yes, thank you. Go, go..”
I drug him out the door, thankful as fuck we weren't in our underwear yet, and into the cool evening air. We were only four blocks from the hotel, but I flagged a taxi down anyway.
“I can make —”
“No,” I barked, opening the door. “We’re taking a taxi.”
Brent slid in as I gave the address to the driver. “Can you step on it? There’s a big tip in it for you if you hurry.”
The man’s eyes widened with a knowing smile, but the grunt and groan from Brent were misinterpreted. “Yes, sir.”
With one arm wrapped around his shoulders, I reached across him and put the window down. Then I grabbed my shirt that was tucked in my back pocket. I handed it to him and whispered in his ear. “If you need to, use this until we get out.”
Nodding, he held it over his mouth while cramp after cramp hit his body. I could feel every jerk and twist that I knew was not going to stay inside him much longer.
When the driver made the turn onto 18th Street, I reached for my wallet and pulled out another fifty. Was it too much to pay? Absolutely. But it didn’t matter. I just needed to get him to our room as soon as possible.
He pulled up in front of the hotel and I handed him the money. “Thank you,” I said, opening the door. I got out as Brent quickly followed.
“Hang on, baby. Almost there.”
We hurried to our room, Brent still clutching my shirt to his face. Entering the code, he moved quickly to the bathroom where he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
Grabbing two washcloths, I wet them with cold water. As I rang out the excess, I located the trash can. Luckily, it had a liner.
Stepping back into the bathroom, I stood over him to offer the washcloth. “Here, sweetheart,” I murmured, handing him a cloth.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it to wipe his mouth. “It must have been…”
Another round of vomiting ensued, so my job became flushing the toilet. I lowered myself onto the floor when things had slowed down and wiped his face with the clean cloth I held.
Brent turned his head and propped it on his arm across the toilet rim. He looked at me with exhausted red eyes as I continued to run the damp washcloth over his face. “Why are you in here?”
I gave him a soft smile and kissed his bare shoulder. “Because you need me. And this is where I want to be.”
He remained quiet as I stroked his face until the next loud rumble from his body filled the silence. “I think it's the other end.”
I nodded and got to my feet. He followed and assumed the position. I gave him privacy for that part but gathered the trash can and opened the door to the balcony before I took back the trashcan.
“I’m going to order some ginger ale from the bar.”
He nodded as I stepped out onto the balcony to call downstairs. There was a grocery store across the street, and when he was stable, I’d hop over there and grab some necessities for him.
