His dick slams me from behind—rough, hard, and oh, so fucking good—and I can’t process it. He’s in me, filling me to the brim. Stretching me, he hits parts of me I didn’t even know could be hit.
It’s wrong.
So wrong.
Yet it’s so fucking good.
I moan like an animal, shocked at the noises coming from me. My hand springs to my mouth, but it’s no use. The sounds can’t be stifled.
This bathroom is dirty as fuck, but it’s the only gas station for miles. Ammonia and a slight bleach smell are an instant turn-off, but somehow, it’s disappeared, and all I can see and smell is him. Needing to pee, he followed me in here, trapping me with his hot stare and his intensity. His musky scent filled my nostrils and took over my senses.
The scene around us falls away when we finally give in to what we’ve both wanted for a long time. What we’ve ignored and pushed away.
I told myself I’d never do this, yet here I am. Even though I’m fucking against a nasty bathroom wall, I’m having the best sex of my life. We’ve tiptoed around this for way too long.
Our forbidden attraction. The lust that’s been brewing between us.
He plunges deep, his cock pushing even deeper inside me with each upward thrust. I squeeze my trembling legs tighter around his waist as his strong hands support me from underneath.
He keeps my ample body up in the air as he pounds my pussy. My head hits the tiled wall again and again, but I don’t fucking care. He could crack my skull open, and I’d still chase this orgasm. His cock has my entire body in a rhythmic trance.
Sweat drips down his face onto his shirt, and I lean forward, my arms tight around his neck, and lick his salty cheek. I slide my tongue to his mouth, forcing my way in, making him open to me.
He responds, opening his mouth and swirling his tongue with mine. As the kiss heats up, he thrusts harder, and I swear the wall is going to crack. My back slides up and down the dirty tile as his fingers dig into my ass.
Fuck, we’re loud. He groans with me, the fever of lust surrounding us and trapping us inside this little bubble we’ve created. My legs begin to shake, and I know I’m close.
“That’s it, ahh, come on my cock, Lil. Come with me.”
I cry out, “Holy shit fuck.” Some other words spew out, but it’s pure gibberish as my orgasm builds higher and higher, and my pussy feels owned.
I see stars. I literally see stars. Black and white spots. Shitttt…
I also see his face.
His darker skin, his darker eyes.
His tattoo snaking up his chest and poking out of his shirt. The one I hate so much.
My eyes slam shut.
I come hard, thousands of explosions pushing through me.
How in the fuck did this happen?
Blake steers his truck into the gas station lot, pulling up to the first pump. He cuts the engine and looks over at me. My eyes meet his, and my heart clenches. Has he always looked so sad? This life is wearing him down.
“Want anything?” He offers me a small smile. Kind. Patient. That’s my Blake.
When I nod, we both open our doors and step out into the cold October air. The scent of gasoline mixed with burning wood tingles my nostrils, and I pull my hat farther down over my ears. The quickly changing weather is typical of New England. Usually, we are in the city, but Blake recently moved to a more secluded area away from the noise and traffic. A trip to the gas station takes twenty minutes now, but he likes the ride.
Delicious notes of coffee greet me, and I make a beeline right for it, needing a fresh cup. Blake’s behind me, and he slaps my ass before turning down the aisle. He’s headed for his weakness. Beer.
With coffee in hand, I can’t resist the ice cream section and pull out my favorite, coffee Oreo. Yum.
“Want me to lick that off you later?” Blake’s voice runs down my spine.
I grin up at him. “You know it.”
He leans down and kisses me. He’s trying. I know he is. We’ve hit a few rough patches, but the love is still there.
If only he didn’t…no, don’t go there.
Back in the truck, I wait for Blake to fill the tank. Another lazy Sunday before the workweek begins. When did adulting begin to suck so much?
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Teaching kindergarten at a small elementary school is great. I love my kids and my classroom. Working as many internships as I could got my foot in the door, and I landed a better job than I thought I’d get fresh out of school.
A burst of cold air fills the cab when Blake slides in. The engine roars to life. “Ready?” He waggles his eyebrows and licks his lips. Oh, he wants some. Finally.
I met Blake during one of my many internships during my second year of school. He was the sexy gym teacher I couldn’t resist. I knew of him while in high school but had never met him. His younger bad boy of a brother was two years older than me and gossip travels fast and far. The whole school knew about his notorious reputation. I couldn’t stand him.
But Blake. Blake is another story. One I couldn’t help falling head over heels in love with.
Twenty minutes later, after three rock songs we shamelessly sang together, we’re home. Blake got a steal on this log cabin-type quaint bungalow. It looks small from the front, but it stretches far in the back and feels quite spacious for the square footage. It’s only one level with a walk-up attic and a full-size unfinished basement.
Perfect for two people.
The best part for Blake is the huge garage that holds his baby, his Chevy Silverado. My little Toyota Corolla fits perfectly beside it.
He holds the door open for me as I flick the lights on. The spacious living room has a big sectional and a TV on the wall. On the other side is the dining room, which leads into a homey kitchen. It’s new and modern and has a small bar table along one side with a couple of stools. Head down the hallway and there’s a full bathroom with laundry and two big bedrooms.
I drain the last of my coffee, then toss the cup in the trash. Blake hands me the cartons of ice cream, and I pop them into the freezer. Maybe Blake will lick it off me like he said. My core clenches, a feeling I haven’t felt in a while.
I feel him behind me before his arms snake around my waist, pulling me hard against him. I smile and lean back into him. “Mmm.”
This is a surprise. It’s like he heard me calling for him. It’s been too long, and I’m in need of some serious loving. We used to go at it like bunnies.
Lately, not so much.
I sigh and melt into his arms. Secure, protected.
He spreads his hands across my stomach, and my insides flip. Inching them higher, he slides over my breasts, squeezing and kneading them. I moan and turn to face him. My lips find his, and our mouths press together, sweet yet firm. Our tongues soon find each other, twirling together.
Blake grabs my waist and begins walking, dragging me back to the living room. I rub his cock over his pants, running my nails along the fabric, knowing exactly what he likes.
When he stops us in front of the couch, I fall to my knees in front of him. He’s unzipping his jeans, his thick shaft popping out, hard and ready.
My mouth waters. I grab his ass and pull his hips toward me, covering his tip with my lips. I slide my tongue down slowly, sucking as far as I can take it. He’s decent in length and girth but not huge, allowing me to swallow more of him.