I'm used to wasting time while Affton works. I make my own fun and I sometimes enjoy the sightseeing. Tommy's been a little lost with Affton being so busy, which means I've been keeping him entertained the past few days.
Finally the girls are free to spend a little time with us but Affton and Tommy go do lame couple bullshit while I hang back in the suite with nothing to do. I actually want to get home. I need some tattoo therapy or something. I'm feeling antsy.
Sprawled on the couch I hear a noise behind me and jump up, completely forgetting Carter was here.
"Shit, you scared me," I mutter following her to the kitchen. "You didn't want to be a third wheel?"
"I'm not a third wheel type of girl." She rolls her eyes and grabs a water bottle from the fridge. "Plus I'm exhausted. I don't know how Affton's out and about right now. I feel like I could sleep for days after this past week's adventures. Why aren't you out living the bachelor New York lifestyle? Parties and shit?"
"Shit gets old." I rub my neck and move around her. "Sometimes I like to just chill. Besides that, we're all going out tonight. Need to gather stamina."
I'll crack her one of these days and she'll let me inside her. Until she does, the idea won't get out of my head. I don't understand why I can finger her, but the second the idea of my dick in her is brought up, she's running away. Uptight chick.
"You're old." She laughs, walking out of the kitchen. "Go rest, old man. I'm going to catch up on some sleep." I stare at her ass in those leggings as she walks away.
"Want a trick to get some nice, deep sleep?" I follow her to her room.
"Does it involve your penis in my vagina?" She spins and grins at me. "If so, I think I'm okay."
Shit...yeah, it did. "No, dirty girl," I snicker at her. "It involves..." I glance around; I had nothing but a nice deep dicking. "Lunch. You want to get a good meal? I know the best place in the city for cheeseburgers." I smile, knowing she loves cheeseburgers.
Her eyes narrow and her arms cross under her tits. Such nice tits.
"What's the catch? You're luring me in for cheeseburgers, but what's the catch?" There's no trust in this girl.
"Shit, Carter Dawn. Get the stick out of your ass, baby. It's just a cheeseburger. Not all my meals are from a tap." I rub my stomach. "A man's gotta eat something solid once in a while." Heading out of her room, I call back to her, "If you're gonna be so uptight, maybe you should just stick 'round here and catch up on that beauty sleep."
Just as I'm finishing my sentence I'm hit in the back of the head by a pillow, full fucking force.
"I'm not fucking uptight!" she shrieks. "You're so..." With balled fists, she growls a strangled noise like a cat in heat. She needs some dick. Some of my dick. I'd even do just the tip. "I'm not fucking uptight." She clenches her jaw then snatches her purse from the table. "Let's go."
"After you." I gesture to the door she's already marching toward. "I want to hang back and make sure that stick's loosening in that tight ass." I duck when she spins back around but she doesn't hit me.
A cold as ice glare from her could probably freeze a weaker man. Unfazed, I head for the door again, she's grumbling about shoving something in my ass so I know about sticks in the ass. I won't even lie about it. The image of this good girl getting dirty and putting something in my ass gives me a boner.
The most conversation I get out of her is me giving directions to the restaurant and her grunting a response. She pranced that sexy ass five feet ahead of me the whole time. Hurts my feelings this Cali girl seems to be embarrassed of me, but I'll get over it once I fuck her and shove her out of my head.
"Should we sit at separate tables?" I quietly ask her as we wait to be seated.
She looks up at me with a smile sweet as sin on those lips I want to fuck. "You're paying for me so that would be really weird, don't you think?"
"Hey now. You know who my boss is. I can't be affording meals like that." I smirk then nod at the hostess. "Three please. She has a stick she needs a seat for." I point at Carter who gasps and spins on me, fury burning in her eyes.
"I...can't." She laughs. "You're a fucking child," she hisses as we follow the hostess to our table. "And for some reason you're obsessed with the thought of something in my ass," she finishes quietly as we make it to our spot then thanks the hostess.
"Not just your ass. You wait. I'll get you dirtier than you've ever gotten. I think one day you won't be so uptight and we'll have a good time." I hand her a menu.
"Keep dreamin' cowboy." Without even looking at the menu, she sets it down and sighs, looking around the room. "I know what I want."
I cock my eyebrow. "You been here before?"
"I want a cheeseburger, Grant. How hard is it to order a cheeseburger?" The stress on her face almost makes me wish I hadn't done this. "Is it too early for beer?"
"Never too early for beer." I set my menu on hers. "I thought for sure you'd be the type to need your meat at a certain temperature with six of the finest cheeses flown in from France with two point six ounces of some fancy ass sauce. I like a girl that wants just a cheeseburger."
"You obviously know nothing about me." Her eyes squint at my shirt and she lets out a annoyed chuckle then reads the name embroidered on my pocket. "Sally."
I adjust my Carhartt. It's my favorite shirt.
"Clever girl. And you're right. I don't know anything about you except you're uptight. You got mad hate for me but mad love for my fingers. And you like me wanting you as bad as I do, which is why you try to play good girl because once you give in you're going to be my dirty little whore."
"I'll come back," the waiter blurts. Didn't see the poor kid.
"He agrees." I wink at her but she doesn't reply. She's sitting there, her fingers tracing the rim of her water glass, looking like she's somewhere else right now.
I wave down the waiter, ushering him back. "Jameson. And I'll take a twenty-ounce Killian's. She's going to have the same. And we both want a cheeseburger. Hold the bullshit. Medium..." I look at her and narrow my eyes, trying to gauge how she likes her meat. Certainly not on me. "Well. And yes, we both want fries."
"And mayo, please." She smiles sweetly at him. "On the side is fine."
Pancho looks at me and I give him a nod before he hurries away. "So, Carter Dawn. We narrowed that down. What else you got to tell me about you?"
"Not much else to me. You pretty much know it all." She shrugs. "What about you? You're wearing a shirt with a woman's name on it and looked like I stabbed you in the dick when I pointed it out. What gives?"
"I didn't look like that. You got a lot to learn about me too, sweetheart. And I like the shirt. I've had it since I was kid. I look good in it." I pull at my shirt. "Sally was my mom, in case you were wondering."
"Oh," she whispers. "That's nice. I have a shirt of my mom's too but it's never fit me." She laughs. "But you're right. It does look pretty good on you."
"I noticed you think a lot looks good on me. And off me. So what gives with you? Why you keep playing hard to get? We've got sexual chemistry. Let me in." Inside. I strictly mean inside her body, but sometimes you gotta butter them up and give them hope for a future.
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. She's doing that a lot around me lately, that sassy eye roll.
"Grant, we wouldn't be good together. And I've been strictly warned away from you and to be honest, the more I hang out with you, the more I understand that warning." Her cheeks turn pink and she bites her lip.
"I'll tell you what." I reach across the table and take her hand, pulling it toward my lips. "You give me a chance and then make that call." Our drinks reaching the table make me release her hand and I quietly exhale.
Affton's going to fucking murder me when I piss off her assistant. I don't know why I'm so desperate to get her in bed. Probably because it's never been this hard. I pick up my Jameson and gulp it down, trying to convince myself to back off. I'm not usually this manipulative, but like I said, it's never been this difficult to get a woman in bed.
She brings her beer to her lips and her eyes scan the room as she drinks. I wish I knew what the fuck she's thinking. I can bet it's strictly about my dick in her pussy. The flush up her neck and cheeks usually come from a good girl thinking dirty thoughts. Goddamn, I'd love to hear that mouth talk dirty to me before I fill it.
"Have you ever gone four hours without talking about sex?"
"No." I answer immediately. "Have you gone four hours without thinking about my dick since meeting me?"
Her eyes narrow at me. "You seriously talk about sex that often?"
"Probably not as often as you think about my dick." I grab my beer, hoping the alcohol kicks in soon.
She curses and takes another drink. "I bet you that you can't make it until eight o'clock tonight without talking about sex." She pins me with a look and she's fucking serious.
"I'm not five, Carter Dawn. I only make real bets. What do I get if I do?"
She quirks an eyebrow and her lips curve up. "What do you want, Grant Matthews? I want you to go the rest of the day without being so crude or saying anything sexual. What do you want?"
"For starters, I want you to go back to the original bet. You said until eight o'clock, not the rest of the day. So until eight o'clock I'll be a completely different man. At eight o'clock you're going to tell me in explicit detail every dirty thing you want me to do to your pussy, then I'm going to do it."
The pink tint to her cheeks turns red until a grin slides over her lips. "We'll see about that."
I start filing through friends in my head, trying to think of who I can mimic until eight tonight. Chase is a dick. Brandt's a pretty upstanding cowboy, but he's an ass. Bo, he's pretty exemplary, but he's an ornery son of a bitch. Tommy talks about Affton's pussy more than he gets it.
"We sure will, darlin'." I wink at her. "Good beer?"
"God, so delicious," she moans, letting the foam cover her lips before slowly licking it off.
Fuck. Fuck. Dirty fucking girl.
I nod and take a sip, looking away. I just have to not look at her. Try not to talk to her. Fight like hell not to think about her. Right after this meal, we're going back to the suite and I'll sleep until eight. Easy.
When our burgers come I give her a tight-lipped smile before focusing on my meal. She starts eating and it takes every ounce of willpower in me not to look over at her when she starts to moan like she's fucking the thing, not eating it.
"Oh, shit," she huffs, and my eyes fly to her as she uses her finger to swipe off the burger juice that fell to her cleavage. Her eyes catch mine before I can look away and she slowly puts her finger in her mouth, sucking it. "Mmm, god, that's good." Her eyes narrow at me. "How's your food, Grant?"
"Not sure I'm enjoying it as much as you, but it's good." I nod, grabbing my beer. I'd watch her finger fuck her food all day just to get a little relief and this bet hasn't even been in effect that long.
"Good." She finishes her burger, making sure every bite is followed by orgasm noises. "Hey," she says, her hand on my elbow as we walk out of the restaurant. "I need to stop by a couple stores. You don't mind, do you?"
"Uh, well." I rub my neck. "I'm real tired. I told you those burgers make me want to sleep." I force a chuckle and turn toward the hotel.
"You stole my nap from me. It's only fair." She grips my hand and yanks me the opposite direction. "We're going out tonight and I didn't bring anything appropriate. It won't take long. I think the store I need is just a few blocks away."
"Clothes...we're going clothes shopping. For the bar." I groan.
We walk down the street and she won't let my hand go. She knows what the fuck she's doing and I'm not sure if she wants my reward I get at eight, or if she really wants me to lose. Either way, this is fucking hard while she sways her hips and bounces her tits as we walk down the street.
"Hang tight right here, I'll be right out." She points to a chair just outside the dressing room after she spent a half hour picking outfits. I stopped paying attention because everything I looked at only brought on visions of me fucking her, which was leading my mind to the wrong spot.
I huff and take a seat, pulling out my phone to check the time. Two p.m. Six more fucking hours of this.
"What do you think of this?" She walks out of the dressing room and immediately goes for the three-way mirror, spinning and turning, letting her hands roam over her ass in the tight dark green sparkly contraption she's got on.
"Looks like fish scales. Next!" I call out. She looked hot. She knows she looks hot. Hopefully she can fly through this little fashion show and we can get back to the fucking hotel.
"Fish. Right." She chuckles. "Silly me. Next!" She hops back into the dressing room and the dress is immediately thrown over the top of the door. "Hang this back up for me, please!" She throws the hanger out and it hits my foot as it lands.
I scowl at it before picking it up and slapping it over my hand. I'd like to use it on her ass. "Hey, Carter Dawn, you ever been sppp..." I clench my jaw. "Spelunking?" I drop my head and shake it. This is too fucking hard.
The dressing room door swings open and she's looking at me wide-eyed. The black top she's wearing cuts just above her fucking nipples with straps pulling her tits together and she's got on this bright red fuck me skirt.
"I don't like tight, dark places." She sways her ass as she walks around me and goes to the mirrors. Her hands trail over the curves of her hips. They travel the outline of the straps on her tits. "I think this is it."
"Great. That's a wrap." I keep my eyes on the hanger. I can think about the shit I want to do to her, I just can't say it out loud. Easy.
"But does it make my ass look too big?" She juts her ass out and pouts in the mirror, her eyes hitting mine in the reflection.
My mouth opens and a strangled noise sounds. "A smart girl like you shouldn't worry about physical appearances. You have a hell of a lot more to offer than a nice...outfit. Your outfit looks nice." My head stupidly bobs and my lungs are burning from the proper sentence I just spewed.
She presses her lips together and nods. "Great, let's head back to the hotel." She steps around me, her skin lightly brushing against mine as she heads to her dressing room. "Sorry," she whispers as she shuts the door behind her, the noise of the lock engaging echoing in the tiny area.
I glance around and make sure we're alone. She takes her sweet ass time; I wouldn't be surprised if she's fingering that tight little pussy in that room.
"Hey, Carter Dawn," I call her. "I need your opinion." When the door opens, her eyes go wide and she looks me from head to toe while I sport the fish scale dress and my boots. Lifting my arms, I spin. "Does this make my ass look big?"
She lets out a laugh. A true fucking laugh, and her face is ablaze with embarrassment when I finish spinning around.
"Grant Matthews!" she hisses. "Get that off! That thing costs more than our paychecks combined!" She can't stop laughing and when I see her eyes travel to my dick, she immediately looks away. "You're going to get us arrested."
"So that's a yes? My ass looks bad." I turn in the mirror and make eye contact with a shocked sales associate. "I'll take two!" I boast and the startled woman hurries away which makes me move faster to get out of the dress. I hop into my jeans and grab Carter's hand. "Let's go before you get us arrested," I scold her, wearing a smirk of glory because that stick slipped out a few more centimeters.
The walk back to the hotel is faster than the walk here but I'm not complaining. The faster I can lock myself in my room for the rest of the afternoon, the better.
"Thanks for shopping with me," she says as she opens the door to our suite and walks in to drop her bags on the table.
"Grant went shopping?" Tommy blurts from the couch. "And you weren't arrested?"
"Au Contraire. It was a close call. This one can get a little aggressive. You should have seen her. It was like a wedding dress sale at the flea market. Fists were flying. Weaves were yanked out. Fake nails poppin'. But we got the dress!" I squeal and head to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, what?" Affton chuckles, following after me. "You went shopping? With Carter?"
I nod, cracking open a beer. "Good times. Good times."
"Hey, I'm going to the pool," Carter announces not five minutes later. "We've got a few hours so I'll be sunbathing if anyone needs me."
I glance as she sways her ass across the suite and heads straight for the patio doors.
"Dirty fucking girl," I whisper to myself and jerk my head up, making sure no one heard that. When it seems I'm off the hook, I head for my room until Affton grabs my sleeve. "Watch the prized shirt." I brush my sleeve.
"What the hell are you doing?" she barks at me and my eyes fly to Tommy for help.
"I'm with Affton on this one. What the hell, man? Something's...off...today." He leans back against the wall and watches me. "You're fucking her, aren't you?"
"How rude!" I blurt. "I don't have to take this abuse." I drink the rest of my beer on the way to my room, locking the door behind me.
Four more hours. I got this. I'll jerk off. I'll shower and jerk off again. I'll nap. I'll wake up and it'll be eight o'clock and I'll be buried deep in that tight little pussy. Easy.
After my balls are empty, I wrap a towel around my waist and press my ear against the door. All's quiet. I should be alone. Cracking my door, I scan the area before hurrying toward the hall. Hearing a noise behind me, I quickly look back but when I make it to the door, Carter steps out of the bathroom.
"You've got a bathroom in your room!" I blurt, pissed I ran into her. "This one's mine!"
"Are we five now?" She lifts an eyebrow at me. "I like the mirrors in here better. And I had to get my tanning oil everywhere. Hey, while you're here can you get my backside?" She shoves the tanning spray bottle at me and bats her eyes. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Mind?" I snicker. "I used to oil up models all the time!" I grab the bottle in excitement and her brows raise, thinkin' she got me. "Senior citizens." I nod. "We were shooting a commercial and really trying to make the dump seem like a five star vacation. True story." I pop the lid.
"You worked with old people?" She spins and lifts her hair to the top of her head. My eyes scan the soft skin that's already tanned and just begging to be under my hands.
"Yeah. I worked a lot of odd jobs before I got my first plane." I pump eleven sprays into my palm because I was too busy staring at her ass, and when she glances back I smile. "Don't want chafing." I show her my slick palm, hating this girl more and more by the second. "So just…rub it on in, 'ey?"
"Yep. Nice and even." She sighs with her hands on top of her head and spreads her legs slowly, her ass naturally pivoting out toward me as she waits.
"You fuckin' got it." I delicately press my palm to her back and the oil starts rolling in streams. "This takes me back to the old people." I start to rub. "Old, wrinkly, old people. So many wrinkles. So, so old." Talking my dick down while rubbing oil on her flesh is the hardest task in my life.
"Sounds like you've got a soft spot for old people," she whispers, letting out a small moan as I push the oil around her shoulders. "Don't forget my legs."
"Legs. Can't forget your legs." I huff and move my hands. "I think Affton would be better for this job. Your skin's not really like the old people I'm used to. You have...young skin." I stand and start wiping my hands on the towel around my waist that my dick's about to bust open.
She nudges me and shakes her ass a little. "Please, Grant." Now she's fucking begging and I can't even point it out.
I squat, not giving a damn my dick's jutting right out the front of this towel. She said I couldn't talk about sex, not that I couldn't walk around rock hard until eight o'clock. Stupid fucking dick.
"Please, Grant," I mimic her in a whiny voice and huff, using only my fingertips to rub in the oil. "You're good." I swing to slap her ass, realizing what I'm doing and quickly shift, bashing my hand against the countertop. "Shiiiit." I groan.
"Everything okay?" She looks at me in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the suit she's got on. "Want to come out to the pool with me?"
"Hell no!" I snap like she's insane. Her eyebrows raise. "I...can't swim."
"I've heard stories of you jumping off the beds of trucks and straight into the lake back home," she deadpans. "I think you know how to swim." Her hands adjust her tits and I almost offer to help but clamp my lips tight. "Napping in the sun is more fun than in a bed anyway."
"I was showering." I point to the shower while my dick points at her.
"Good. Get clean..." She leans closer, her breath on my ear. "Dirty boy." Backing away from me, she's got a sinful look on her face I want to replace with her O face.
Fucking hell. I bite my lip and shake my head. "Enjoy your swim, Carter Dawn."
She winks at me and turns, swaying her ass as she heads out of the bathroom. "Tommy! Affton! Let's have a pool party before we go out! Grant's showering then he'll be out!" she bellows.
"Alright!" Tommy screams. "Grant, we can play chicken with the girls!" He appears in the doorway and raises an eyebrow at me in my current state. "You alright there?" He chuckles.
"Me? I'm good, man. I'll meet you out there. I need a shower."
"Sweet." He knocks on the frame before heading out.
"Like hell I will," I mumble.
After taking my time I head for my room, ready to nap 'cause I've emptied my balls for a second time. I'm almost home free until I walk into my room to Affton sitting on my bed.
"Long shower," she states.
"I was a dirty boy." I shrug. "Why aren't you at the pool?"
"Carter mentioned she thinks you're mad at her and she wanted me to smooth it over."
"Mad at her? What the hell for?" I scoff and head for my suitcase.
"I don't know but grab your trunks and let's go." She heads for the door.
"I think I'll hang back."
"Grant," she groans. "What'd she do? Why are you mad at her?"
"What?" I bellow. "I'm not mad at her!"
"She said you'd say that, and the fact you don't want to come to the pool makes me believe her. What happened between you two?"
Oh, that dirty fucking girl. She's playing this game too good.
"I'm not mad at her. Love that girl down there. She's a riot. I'm right behind you, sweet cheeks." I wink at her and yank my shorts from my bag aggressively. When Affton closes the door I let a long line of curses fly from my lips.
Affton's as talkative as a yapping puppy as we head for the pool and the second my eyes land on Carter, I narrow them. It's fucking on.
"Hey!" I call out and wave, dropping my swimming trunks to reveal my speedo. I snap goggles onto my face before pulling my flippers from Affton's bag. "Gonna do some snorkeling. You snorkel, Carter Dawn?" I call across the pool, making sure to get everyone's attention. "Never know what treasures are at the bottom of a pool." I lift my legs high, trying to make it to the pool with these flippers. I paid fifty dollars in the hotel store for them just to humiliate her. My nuts keep trying to twist around my dick and if I don't keep my thoughts under control, I'll be arrested for indecent exposure. If my dick gets hard in this tiny underwear, everything will be exposed.
Carter belts out another one of those true, no holds barred laughs and shakes her head.
"I have. In the ocean. Not in a pool, you idiot." She turns over in her lounge chair and unties the back of her suit. "You have fun. I need to make sure there aren't any tan lines."
"Oh, no, no. What happened to the pool party?" I grab her hips but keep it friendly. Like I'm trying to get my sister into a pool. "Come on. You promised a pool party." I maneuver her off the chair while she flails, trying to hide her tits with the suit that almost fell. "Pool party, girl!" I lift my hand for a high five while she glares up at me.
Her glare slowly turns into a sneaky grin as her hands that are currently holding her tits start pushing them up. Next the small pout of the bottom lip. And then her fingers start circling around her nipples with her eyes locked on mine.
"You didn't oil these, Grant." The tone of her voice could make me fucking nut right here. "I'll get the oil. You missed a spot earlier."
"I fuckin' hate you," I grumble, lifting my legs high and flapping my dumb ass to the pool.
Throwing myself over the ledge because I need to submerge my dick, it takes a few minutes, but holding my breath underwater and cutting off oxygen to my brain finally helps my hardon go down.
"Hey, we're heading out in an hour, guys," Tommy calls from the side of the pool. "Anyone have any suggestions for food? I'm starving."
"Grant bought me the best burger today for lunch," Carter says. "So no burgers."
"Grant bought you lunch?" Affton asks, her eyes burrowing into me like lasers.
"Grant bought me lunch. And went shopping with me afterwards." Carter stands from her seat, still holding her tits with her arm and not even attempting to re-tie her top. "I've got to shower before we go. Affton?" She grins at me. "You want to get ready together?"
"Yes I do. You two fry a few more brain cells in the sun." She points to Tommy then scowls at me and I give her an innocent look.
"Y'all drag a guy to the pool then leave. Typical women."
"Maybe if you weren't busy jerking off in the shower you would have been out here sooner." Carter's voice carries through the door as she heads inside and Tommy snickers next to me.
I open my mouth, but close it, keeping my masturbating comment to myself. "Uptight, man," I huff and look at him.
"I like her," Tommy says, smiling from ear to hear. "Not many girls have the power to shut up the great Grant Matthews." He laughs and I splash him in the face.
"Yeah, well, only reason I'm letting her shut me up is so I can shut her up later." I struggle to get out of the pool while Tommy laughs his ass off instead of helping. With an aggravated grunt, I hurl the flippers from my feet. "Fucking women," I snap, pouting all the way back to the room.
I make Tommy leave early with me. I can't stand the girly giggles and questionable noises coming from Affton's room anymore. I need a drink and it's so close to eight o'clock, I almost got this in the bag. When the girls walk through the door, I groan. Fucking fantasy inducing. This girl's gotta go. Affton doesn't need a personal assistant.
Affton slides in next to Tommy and that leaves Carter moving closer to me. Her perfume makes me grit my teeth as my dick swells. Tommy's on Affton like he's never gotten laid before and I drop my head back, taking a deep breath before rolling my shoulders. Just a little more than an hour. I got this. Easy.
Drinking is a bad idea for me because it turns my filter down; I barely have a filter as is. So I nurse my beer and try to act engaged in my phone, but there isn't shit goin' on on my phone.
"So, Tommy." Carter downs her beer in three gulps. "Affton and I were talking." She grins. "And from the sounds of it you guys have been wanting to add a girl to the mix for a while now?"
I watch Tommy's eyes go wide. I huff and shake my head.
"Oh, you've been talking, huh?" He smiles at Affton. "That right, Beany?"
"Maybe." She grins and leans closer to him. "I mean, we're all adults. Grant joins the fun." She gestures to me and all eyes are on me so I nod and lift my beer, gulping it down with no comment. "We've said we wanted to do it with a girl."
"Hey, you know what? That's a really good idea." I speak up and slide toward, Carter. "You all should hash that out and I'm gonna meet y'all back at the room. Keep the noises to a minimum." I smile and wink at Tommy, needing to get the hell out of here.
The thought of Carter...and Affton...and Tommy's lucky ass. Fuck this. Not easy anymore. I'm out of here.
"Excuse me, Carter." I nudge her.
"Stop," Carter blurts, her hand going to my thigh and squeezing tight. "I...I've never done something like this with a couple before..." She bites her lip, looking at me. "I thought maybe you could help," she whispers.
"Help?" I raise my eyebrows. "Help." I start to chuckle. "No. I've never been a good teacher. I think you'll fair well enough. Uh..." I look at Affton then Tommy. "God speed." I nudge Carter again, about to lose it.
I want to help!
"I mean maybe that's a good idea though, man." Tommy speaks up then leans forward on the table, talking lower now so the tables around us don't hear. "I can't fill two holes at once," he says, a smug look on that fucking face. "And we've never tried the foursome route. Maybe that'll help your little problem."
"My problem?" I blurt. "Oh Christ. This isn't fair." Looking at Carter, I narrow my eyes at her. "Not cool, Carter."
"What?" She feigns innocence. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had sex?" She leans closer to me. "Months, Grant. Months. And I live in a house where I have live porno happening each and every night. What's so wrong about wanting to join in?"
"Nothing at all. Join. Enjoy each other. May all the sparks fly. Don't let me get in the way."
This fucking girl removes the stick in her ass for Tommy's cock but forces me not to talk about sex for eight fucking hours straight.
"What if I want you in the way?" she whispers in my ear then pulls back and grins.
"I think it's a fun idea," Tommy says, wrapping an arm around Affton.
I give him a shitty smile and nod. "I'm sure you do." Turning my arm, I look at my wrist and my watch says I have thirty minutes. "You know what? Can we table this conversation for thirty minutes?" I ask Tommy and he nods but Affton speaks up.
"Nope. I'm ready now. Right now."
"Fuuuuuck you guys," I whine while Affton makes her moany Affton noises that makes Tommy usually fuck her on the spot.
Fuck this.
"Maybe we can table dinner?" Carter says, grabbing her purse. "I'm ready now." She downs the rest of her second beer. "Tommy, you ready?"
"It's now or never, babe," Affton says, already out of the booth with her arm wrapping around Carter's.
He drags his teeth along his bottom lip, watching his girl and Carter walk out of the restaurant then curses, slams his beer, and slides out of his seat. "Sorry, man. Now or never. Duty calls."
"I'm gonna get the tab paid," I tell him, wanting to run after those girls like he is but I take my time...three minutes to be exact. Not enough fucking time. Then I stroll out of the restaurant. "Come on now. We all got dressed up for nothing. It's a hell of a night. Let's go...walking." I try to head in the opposite direction but Affton grabs my arm.
"This is happening now. Carter just told me all the things she wants me to do to her pussy, it's happening right now."
Evil, evil bitches!
I take my time behind them. Stop to tie my shoe. Trip twice. Bump into a woman carrying eight bags then have to help her slowly gather her things. I'm sweating fucking bullets by the time we make it to the suite but I've managed to stay out of the dirty as fuck conversation whispered between those girls. I have five minutes. I close the door at my back and lean against it while Affton starts stripping clothes as she enters the suite.
"I lost. I fucking lost. I can't avoid this for five more minutes," I mutter to myself.
"Hey, you sure you're okay with this? We've never talked about adding another girl into the mix." Tommy watches the girls disappear into the room then turns back to me. "I'll be honest, it's hot as fuck and slightly terrifying." He lets out a nervous chuckle. "But holy fuck, dude!"
"Yes, we should meditate for a minute! Just clear our heads, you know? Take a few minutes to think this through. We've done this before, but not with your fiancée, ya know? This is a big deal. I don't want to rush into anything." I look at my watch. "Let's think it over for three minutes. Without the girls." I try pulling him onto the balcony.
"What?" He laughs. "You've lost your damn mind. Do you hear those noises?" He pauses and the sweet fucking sounds of whatever the girls are moaning about fill the air. "Three minutes is long enough for them to both realize they're not waiting around for us."
"Hey, did I tell you Chase is considering closing the tattoo shop?" I look at my watch then toward the bedroom. "We'll be out of jobs." That gets him to stop and I look at my watch again.
"Chase would never close that place. What the fuck is going on with you tonight?" His eyes narrow at me.
"You boys coming or what?" Carter asks, standing in the bedroom doorway wearing the sexiest fuckin' lace thing I've ever seen.
I wipe the sweat from my face and look at my watch. Two minutes. "Naw, you guys go on ahead." I wave while Tommy stares at me like I'm fucking loco. "I'm gonna make some toast," I squeak pathetically and mope toward the kitchen area.
"Suit yourself." Carter shrugs. "Tommy? Your fiancée's ready for us."
Tommy gives me a look and I pout like a kid, trying to ignore him. He shrugs then runs after the girls and the door slams.
"Fuck," I groan, my stomach physically hurting because I'm so hard. I pant as I wait the minute but the second my watch hands land on eight o'clock I barrel my way toward the bedroom, butt ass naked by the time I get there. "Carter Dawn, I'm coming for that tight fucking pussy, you dirty girl. I want you to call me daddy and on your knees, baby."
Sweet, sweet liberation!