Page 10 of Miles

A hand wraps around my length, similar in size to my own, just not worn and calloused.

“Is that a fresh fucking tattoo?!” The timbre of the man’s voice through the hole makes me smirk.

“It is.” It has that sticky second skin or whatever the tattoo man said it was over top of it, so it’ll be fine.

Right?!

“Does that say a woman’s name? Goddamn it, you’re not married, are you?” His tone is a bit pissed, but I know I heard a woman’s voice, so who’s this guy to judge either way?

I deadpan, “It’s my dead wife’s name.”

“Welp, at least you’re not cheating.” I imagine the woman shrugging on the other side, and before I can even think, there’s a mouth wrapping around the head of my cock and a hand grabbing and massaging my balls.

My hands find purchase on the built-in handles, and I send a quick thank-you to whoever designed this place. I’m lost in the feeling of whoever’s mouth is on the other side, swallowing me whole. Then it stops and their hand takes over.

Did I ever think a glory hole and some random person on the other side of it would be my first time with someone besides Emma?

Fuck no.

Let alone, on the anniversary of her death…

But that’s what everyone keeps on my ass about—moving on.

The hardest hurdle was that first year. Then the anniversaries just kept passing by like silence in the night. After the fifth year of not being with anyone intimately, it felt beyond intimidating. So I just kept to myself and my fist.

“You taste so fucking good,” the man’s voice rumbles as my mind catches up from the drunk thoughts quickly heading back to the depressive hole I usually find myself in if I start thinking of Emma for too long.

A man is sucking my cock on the other side of this wall.

This is the first time I’ve ever been with a man in any capacity. I never knew I was into men until recently—when I heard Collin getting pegged. The idea of me fucking him was the next thought that flooded my brain. And there was no going back after that.

I can picture his muscular thighs wrapped around my waist, or maybe the view of him from behind as I hold his muscular arms behind his back.

Fuck, I’m not going to last.

SIX

COLLIN

“I love watching my fuck-toy suck cock.”

Kayla runs her hands up my back, snaking one around my neck. My cock leaks in my joggers when she squeezes lightly while I mindlessly bob up and down on this stranger’s cock.

She uses her free hand to reach into my pants from behind me, fisting my length in a way that makes me groan around the cock in my mouth. My hand continues massaging the man’s balls as I work him deeper down my throat. My tongue strokes the underside of his shaft a few times, causing his balls to draw up in my hands, forcing me to smile around him.

“Uhh uhh, no coming yet, Sir. I’m not done with this pretty cock of yours.”

My focus lands on Kayla behind me who has now forgotten my neck in favor of reaching down the back of my pants and circling my hole. I should have just stripped so she could have her way with me while I pleased the stranger.

She places kisses along my shoulder, working her way up to my neck where she whispers, “They had lube in here, so of course I have to get this hole stretched out for me.”

My head falls back on my shoulders, but as I continue playing with the stranger’s balls. I need to taste him again, so I wrap my lips around his head and swirl my tongue a few times—slowly—matching the speed of Kayla’s finger at my hole. There’s something about being with others while we’re with one another that is so erotic for us.

And I don’t care what that says about us.

We’re happy and that’s all that matters.

My other hand takes over on the stranger’s cock, working him well from what his groans are telling me. I murmur to Kayla, “I want to taste that pretty pussy of yours tonight, Ma’am.”