Page 14 of Spring Fling
My face heated, debating on how I wanted to answer him. “Uh, I mean, I’d like to not be sticky.”
Joe hummed, but didn’t release me. He backed me into the bathroom and when his fingers hooked into the front of my shorts, my brain went haywire. Holy fuck, was he about to undress me?
“Joe?”
My question was enough to snap him out of whatever spell he’d been under. Joe shook his head, released me, and backed away.
“Sorry. Get cleaned up. I’ll be waiting for you in the room.”
Electricity thrummed through my body. If he had wanted to take my clothes off, I wasn’t entirely sure I would have stopped him. But something had. Maybe he could tell I was inexperienced. Then again, I’d practically given all that away with that stupid game of Never Have I Ever at New Year’s. I might as well have ‘ignorant virgin’ stamped on my forehead.
It took me a moment to gather myself, catch my breath, and take my shorts and underwear off. The cotton of my briefs stuck to me, and I cringed as I pulled the material down. What a mess. The idea had been hot in my head. I’d seen all those videos online of couples who wore some sort of vibrating toy while out in public together. That’s when it hit me. Joe and I weren’t any type of couple, so the idea was dead from inception.
But the way he’d watched me all night?
God. Damn.
When I reached behind me and tugged at the plug, stars danced across my vision again. A gasp fell from my lips as I let go of the toy. I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked like an idiot just standing there with my shirt on and nothing on the bottom. My cock stood hard, jutting from my body, ready fora little more attention. Attention it hadn’t really gotten while my prostate had been pummeled all night.
I bit my lip and looked at the closed bathroom door. It was a little fucked up, but I slammed my eyes closed and wrapped my fist around my length. Joe wouldn’t mind if I got myself off one more time, would he?
Fuuuuuck.
The groan that tumbled out of my mouth at the contact surely gave me away, but I couldn’t stop. One hand flexed the toy in my ass while the other shuttled up and down my dick. The dual sensations were enough to have my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Who the hell was this person?
I jerked off from time to time, but it was never like this. It had all shifted since I’d watched that first video of Joe. Now he was the front-and-center star of every last fantasy.
In my head, I could see him kneeling behind me, grasping the flared base of the plug, and dragging it in and out of my passage. He’d have his own cock out and he’d be stroking in time with me as we both raced toward our orgasms.
Everything felt hot. Humid. Out of control.
My chest tightened as stars and fireworks once again exploded across my vision.
Cum painted the side of the bathroom vanity as I struggled to pull in breaths.
The door handle jiggled, and I panicked. I raced to the shower and turned it on, wincing as the toy shifted again. Over-sensitized didn’t even begin to cover how I was feeling, and the damn thing needed to come out in a hurry.
“Are you okay in there?”
An odd reminder of Joe’s question from earlier in the evening filtered through my post-orgasm haze.
I could answer him honestly. Would that change the outcome? Would Joseph Bishop join me in the bathroom and blow my mind in all the wicked ways I’d been imagining?
“Fine.” My voice cracked at the response, and I winced as I took the cowardly way out.
No, Joe. I could really use some help taking this thing out of my ass.
I’d never say it. Once the spray from the shower hit me, I was able to tune everything else out. The plug slid easily from my hole, a shudder racing through my body. It left me feeling so damn empty. Like something was missing. I mean, somethingwasmissing. Nothing was filling my ass anymore. To think I would have liked that feeling. It wasn’t something I’d ever considered before.
Chapter 10
Joe
Waking up to Aiden sprawled next to me on the bed was... different. I liked him there. Seeing him so vulnerable and unaware gave me the opportunity to take him in.
My mind was all fucked after last night. What had possessed him to bring a toy, much less wear it to dinner? He’d mentioned messing around, but fuck, this was taking things to another level. I’d almost given in the second we’d gotten back to the room. Seeing him come while at the table had me all hot and bothered. Then hearing him jerking off in the bathroom?
