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For once, I was grateful for a man riding in to save me—not that I needed saving, of course.
3.TURNED IN
Davey
Eva tuckedCallie into the room she shared with three others. The fact that four women could share such a small room appalled me. Who did that? And where were they from? I figured they weren’t from here. I also knew my chances of running Eva off to my place were slim. She’d not want to leave her friends.
“Okay,” Eva whispered, finding me by the small entrance. “She’s out, her head is elevated, and there is water by the bed.”
“Are you turning in or?—”
Eva shrugged. “What do you want to do? I feel bad because?—”
I shook my head. “Don’t feel bad. It may be too forward or even a long shot, but what if I got us a room? Or would that freak out your friends?”
“Ellie will not care as long as she can make sure I’m okay,” Eva said. “We cannot fuck here—obviously. But I also need to be back for brunch at noon tomorrow.”
“Well, I can get us a room here?” I offered.
“On such short notice? Are you crazy?”
“No.”
“You’re that desperate?” Eva giggled.
So desperate. I’d not get the image of her cumming all over my hand out of my mind. It was mind-blowing. The way her eyes rolled back, her nostrils flared, and her legs quaked was a visual symphony. Coupled with screams and moans, I knew it was spankbank material for ages.
“I’ll try to get a room,” I said. “And… I don’t suppose you have condoms?”
“Not a one,” Eva sighed.
“I can grab some. Do you just want to wait until I come back here?”
“Text me the room number and I’ll meet you,” Eva said.
“I don’t have your number.”
She put her number in my phone and handed it back to me after texting herself.
ME
Thank you for cumming on my hand.
She laughed. “Okay, well, I am departing. Send good vibes or whatever for getting a room.”
It was all quiet at the front desk.
I approached the clerk, “I need a room—preferably a suite. Whatever you have, no worries about cost.”
She helped me land a suite with late checkout and sent me on my clandestine pursuit with two keys. My next mission brought me to a 24-hour drugstore. I gleefully raced to the condom aisle, cursing myself fornotrestocking after my last happy night out. To my great dismay, the place was decimated.
“Damn bachelor party season,” I groaned.
I’d been cursed. The only options were a regular-sized pack of a cheap brand. I knew they were going to fit too small, but what choice did I have? I knew I could at least get one on and suck it up. Maybe I’d even get a blowjob out of the deal? The possibilities were endless, right?
Hopeful and disregarding the too-small condoms, I planned to suck it up. Stepping onto the elevator, I texted Eva, who replied in an instant.
EVA
