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“What?” Stone asked. “This is our first night. We always take a lady each on our first night. You know, to christen the tour.”
“It’s just a mini tour. And even though you two don’t do shit on our off days, I do. My knee’s killing me. You guys have fun,” I said.
“I’m sure that silky blond wouldn’t mind sitting on your lap,” Stone said.
“Can it, Stone. Go have fun. I’m heading back to the bus.”
“Not going to the hotel room?” Landon asked.
“Nope. Night guys.”
I didn’t wanna be in a damn hotel room with people watching over me. I wanted peace. Quiet. Serenity or whatever the fuck it was called. I wanted a place to be my own man for a little bit. For no one to need me, want me, or want to fuck me. I wasn’t feeling any of this shit tonight. None of it. All I wanted was to fall asleep face first with a stomach full of alcohol and no pain in my damn knee, and no memories in my brain.
Was that too much to fucking ask?
Landon and Stone left to go find whatever women they were screwing tonight. I paid my bill and left the waitress a decent tip, then headed back to the bus. I opened the door and got on, making my way toward the back as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.
But something that sounded like my name drew my attention.
I held my breath as I listened for it again, but I couldn’t hear anything. Fuck. I was drunk enough already. I put the beer back in the fridge and passed by the bunks, but then the sound happened again.
“Drake.”
It was nothing but a whisper, a prayer in the wind as I stood in the doorway that held the bunks on the bus. Stone’s bunk was shielded with its heavy curtains, but I could see movement behind the walls. I stepped a bit closer, holding my breath and trying to keep as silent as I possibly could.
Then, it happened again. Only this time, the moan was undeniable.
“Yes, Drake. Right there.”
Delia. Oh God, I walked in on her again. She was on the fucking bus. I crouched down and made my way toward the back door that housed my room, but when I heard my name again I couldn’t ignore it. It was wanton. Desperate. Breathy and full of desire.
Delia was fucking pleasuring herself again, and I could hear her fingers stroking in her wet arousal.
I turned around and gazed through the crack in the curtains at an angle. I had the perfect view of her hand between her naked thighs. Her skin was glistening, and she was bucking wildly into her fingertips so much so that her bunk was moving. I stood there, rooted in shock as my name continuously dripped from her lips.
Delia was getting herself off to me. Again.
My cock jumped to attention, pressing painfully against my jeans. I palmed myself, trying to relieve some of the ache as her sighs and moans grew louder. Her voice got higher and the bed moved harder. Her fingertips were moving faster and I could see her lifting her hips off the bunk. I unbuckled my jeans, shoving them to the floor and opened the door behind me.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I heard her climax, a mixture of choking and gasping as I closed the door quietly behind me. I pulled my cock from my boxers and stroked my thickness, my skin drenched with precum. I listened as she panted, cooing my name as my hand slid along my length. I could feel my balls already curling into me as I pressed myself against the door.
I closed my eyes and saw her hands again, deep between her thighs and covered in her juices. I could smell her. Fuck, I could smell her pussy permeating this damn bus. Why the fuck she wasn’t in her hotel room I’d never know, but I was fucking glad she wasn’t. Her sounds rang loudly in my ears as my hand squeezed my cock, my hips pushing into my own hand as I bit down onto my tongue.
If I moaned or called her name like I wanted to, she would know I was here.
It would ruin everything.
I stumbled over to my bed and pressed my face into my pillow. I thrust my hips into my hand, envisioning my cock taking her virginity. I could see it slicked with her juices as I fucked her into the world of debauchery. I could hear her moans as my name dripped from her pouty lips.
My toes curled as I came into the palm of my hand, coating my bed with cum that I wanted to desperately pump into her.
I panted heavily into the pillow, resigning myself to sleep with my pants down around my ankles.
Delia had been moaning for me.
All I wanted was for her to moan with me.
