Chapter 1: Midnight Urge
The highway stretched endlessly under the bruised midnight sky, a ribbon of asphalt that seemed to mock my aching bladder. Hours of driving had left me desperate, and the flickering neon sign of a rundown gas station on the outskirts of some nowhere town was a goddamn beacon of salvation. I pulled my beat-up sedan into the cracked lot, tires crunching over unseen gravel, and bolted for the entrance, not even sparing a glance at the dusty shelves of stale chips and warm soda.
Inside, the fluorescent lights buzzed like dying insects, casting a sickly glow over the grimy tiles. The bathroom door groaned under my push, unleashing a wave of stale, acrid air that made my nose wrinkle. I didn’t give a shit. I just needed relief. But as I strode toward the urinal, my boots scuffing the sticky floor, I froze. There, under the flickering light, was a scene I hadn’t bargained for.
A man knelt on the filthy tiles, his jaw slack, eyes half-lidded with something raw and hungry. Standing over him was another guy, casual as hell, aiming a stream right into the kneeling man’s open mouth. My first instinct was to back the fuck out, but something—some twisted, curious heat—rooted me to the spot. I’d never seen anything like it, and damn if it didn’t stir something dark and restless in me.
The man on his knees caught my stare, his gaze locking with mine, bold and unapologetic. “Wanna join in, stranger?” His voice was rough, dripping with a challenge that hit me low in the gut. I hesitated, my bladder screaming, my mind racing. But the pressure was too much, and hell, I wasn’t one to back down from a dare.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, stepping up to the urinal beside them. “Just don’t expect me to kneel.”
He smirked, a wicked curve of his lips, and shifted closer, mouth open like a goddamn invitation. “I don’t kneel for just anyone either, hotshot. But I’m game if you are.”
I unzipped, pulling myself out, feeling the weight of his stare as I aimed. The first stream hit, and he didn’t flinch, taking it with a low, guttural hum that sent a jolt straight through me. “That’s it,” he growled, tongue flicking out to catch every drop. “Give it to me.”
I groaned, the relief mixing with a sharp, unexpected rush of arousal. This was fucked up, but I wasn’t about to stop. When I finished, he licked his lips, eyes glinting with mischief. “Not bad for a pit stop,” he teased, voice low and taunting. “Got anything else for me?”
I should’ve walked away, but my cock was already twitching, hard and demanding, betraying every ounce of common sense I had left. “You’re a cocky bastard, aren’t you?” I shot back, stepping closer, my hand fisting in his hair. “Let’s see if that mouth’s as good as it talks.”
He grinned, all teeth and defiance. “Try me, road warrior. I don’t break easy.”
I didn’t wait for more sass, pulling him forward, guiding myself past those smirking lips. He took me in with a moan that vibrated through me, his tongue working with a skill that had me cursing under my breath. My hips moved on their own, thrusting into that wet heat, his hands gripping my thighs like he owned this moment as much as I did. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of us—harsh breaths, low growls, the slick rhythm of raw need.
“Fuck, you’re good,” I rasped, my grip tightening as the pressure built, hot and relentless. He pulled back just enough to shoot me a look, eyes blazing. “Told you I don’t play nice. Now finish what you started.”
That was it. I was done for. The edge was right there, and I was about to crash over it, hard and fast, into the waiting heat of his mouth.
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