Chapter 16: Chapter 16

GARRETT

My eyes roamed up Vada’s bare thighs.

Was she wearing a thong?

Probably.

That seemed to be the only type of panties she owned.

Or maybe she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Evan almost had a meltdown when she stepped out of our room wearing a skin-tight pink camouflage dress. But surprisingly, he was able to rein it in and let it go.

He’d become a bit more tolerant of Vada’s antics since they fucked it out in the shower the day before.

The drive from Tennessee to Mobile, Alabama, was a quiet one. We were all exhausted after our unplanned day at the water park. And Jake and Vada had been up pretty late.

The Gulf Coast Car Show was on our agenda for the next two days. We were staying at the convention center where the show was being held.

I was the only one who hadn’t slept with Vada yet. It was my turn. She was sharing a room—and a bed—with me that night. And I was experiencing a whopping dose of performance anxiety.

I’d shared quite a few women with Jake and Evan. I was familiar with their equipment and abilities. And I always felt a tad inadequate next to them. They were both well-endowed guys.

I wasn’t packing a cocktail wiener, but ~python~ wasn’t exactly an accurate name for my dick.

But they possessed something even more important than a pussy-destroying weapon. They had confidence by the truckloads.

I was a late bloomer in matters related to penis-in-vagina activities. Despite years of therapy, I’d never been able to completely overcome the damage from my fucked-up childhood.

“Why the long face?” Vada asked.

“No reason,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Garrett Mitchell, admit that you’re as bored as I am.”

“Networking isn’t really my thing.”

“But there’s all kinds of interesting booths about car shit,” she said with over-the-top, fake enthusiasm.

“I mean, where else can we learn about acrylic lacquer, acrylic enamel, and acrylic urethane paints? My mind has been officially blown!”

I took her hand, leading her away when a famous YouTuber pulled out his camera. Vada had a tendency to forget she was representing a business she would soon be part owner of.

“There’s a lot of car YouTubers here,” I whispered. “You need to behave, unless you want to find yourself in one of their videos.”

“I’d love to be on a YouTube video!”

“No, you wouldn’t,” I laughed.

“Let’s hit the bar,” she suggested.

“Sounds like a plan, pretty lady,” I said, sliding my arm around her waist.

“I’ll take a bourbon on the rocks,” Vada requested after we were settled at the bar.

“Do you have some ID, ma’am?” the bartender asked, his eyes dropping right to Vada’s chest.

I couldn’t really fault him for looking. They were on full display, with boner-inducing cleavage that would hypnotize any titty-loving creature, male or female.

“I’ll have whatever’s on tap,” I said while Vada fished her wallet out of her tiny purse.

“Oh, Garrett,” she sighed. “Beer isn’t going to liven up this snooze fest. You need the good stuff.”

The bartender chuckled while he prepared our drinks. “I take it you’re not a car enthusiast,” he said.

“I like cars,” she clarified. “Just not car snobs. I prefer to be under them.”

“Under the cars or the car snobs?” he teased.

“Well, that depends,” she drawled, batting her eyelashes.

I glanced up at the guy my future wife was flirting with. He was probably in his late twenties, tall, with a thick head of rich, brown hair.

Casanova had a pair of those dreamy blue eyes that probably scored him lots of pussy. And a charming smile and confident nature about him.

“Oh yeah?” he laughed, sliding her drink across the bar. “What’s your name, beautiful lady?”

“Vada,” she giggled, holding up her driver’s license. “What’s yours?”

I cleared my throat, sliding my stool closer to her. The bartender wandered away without telling her his name. I guess he got the message she was taken.

“Aw, Garrett,” she cooed. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” I whispered, leaning in close to her ear, sucking gently on the lobe. “But tonight your pussy is all mine.”

“Is that so?” she challenged, emptying her glass.

I took a long swallow of my beer. “Do you have a problem with that?”

She reached over, rubbing my balls with a devilish smirk. “You better drink up then, cowboy, cause I’m gonna rock your world.”

“What do you suggest?”

She waved down the bartender. He returned, eyeing me cautiously. “What can I get you, sweetheart?”

“Do you know how to make a scorpion bowl?”

“I do,” he replied. “That’s a drink you usually share. Is your boyfriend up for that? It’s a wickedly strong drink.”

“I can handle it,” I informed him curtly.

He raised his hands. “I was just checking, bud.”

“We’re drinking it through a straw?” I gasped when he set a colorful bowl with two straws in front of us.

“The only way to drink it, bud,” he chuckled. “It’s meant to be shared.”

“It’s on fire!”

Vada wrapped her lips around the straw, drawing up a mouthful, her eyes fluttering closed as she swallowed. “Mm, that’s delicious,” she moaned. “Drink up, Garrett.”

I took a small sip. “It’s tasty. What’s in it?”

“Guava juice, pineapple juice, passion fruit juice, dark rum, white rum, gin, lemon juice, vodka, and grenadine,” the bartender rattled off. “And 151 rum in the middle.”

“Is that all?” I chuckled.

“Pace yourself, Garrett,” Vada warned when I sucked up half the bowl. “There’s a lot of booze in there.”

“It’s not that strong.”

“Tequila shots next?” she proposed after we drained the scorpion bowl dry.

I leaned over and swirled my tongue around inside her ear. “How about one shot each, then we go back to the room and I fuck your brains out?”

“I thought you wanted to ~make love~,” she whispered.

“Nah,” I laughed. “That was Evan’s thing. I just want to pound your punani into next week.”

“Shh!” she hissed, glancing down the bar.

“Two tequila shots to go!” I barked.

“Lick, shoot, suck,” Vada instructed.

“I know how to do it, baby,” I assured her. “I’m no virgin.”

“I certainly hope not,” she laughed.

“Ready?” I asked, licking my hand before sprinkling the salt between my thumb and index finger.

“Ready,” she said, shaking the salt into the palm of her hand.

She locked eyes with me when she ran her tongue slowly across her flesh. I was too relaxed to worry about walking across the room with a woody sticking out the front of my pants.

I tossed back the shot, and a giant fireball formed in my throat before it blazed a fiery trail down my esophagus.

“Don’t forget to suck!” Vada shrieked and sucked on her lime like there was no tomorrow.

I grabbed my lime and doused the flames in my mouth before I delivered a crushing kiss to her lips. “Don’t you forget to suck, baby,” I growled. “I’ll take care of the licking and shooting.”

“Wanna head upstairs now?” she suggested in a husky whisper.

“Hell yeah!”

We raced through the hotel lobby and skidded to a halt in front of the elevators. The doors slid open, letting several people off. But nobody else was waiting to get on.

As soon as the doors closed, I grabbed Vada and pushed her up against the wall.

“I’m so glad our room is on the sixteenth floor,” I groaned when she grabbed my cock.

“Hold that thought,” she said, reaching for the ~stop~ button.

“What are you doing?”

“Have you ever fucked in an elevator, Garrett?”

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

“They probably have cameras, Vada.”

“We’ll keep our junk covered,” she whispered.

She reached for my belt buckle and released it before she tugged down my zipper. My cock poked through the front of my boxers like an eager baby python, trying to break free.

“Let’s see what you got,” she murmured.

I pulled my cock out, pre-cum oozing from my slit. She licked her lips, leaning down to swipe her tongue through the puddle.

I lifted her up so she could hook her legs around my waist, bracing her against the mirrored wall.

“Is it weird to fuck in front of a mirror?” I pondered.

“No! It’s awesome!”

“I’m not so sure about that, babe. But what the hell. Let’s do it.”

I pushed up her dress, grinning when I discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. “You naughty girl,” I growled, running my fingers between her wet lips.

“Fuck me, Garrett,” she ordered.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I said, pushing two fingers inside her warm, moist pussy. “You’re so wet and ready, honey.”

“I’m always wet and ready,” she panted.

I lined up my swollen head and pushed forward with one long, hard stroke, sinking balls deep into her tight heat.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips while I hammered her pussy.

“Harder, Garrett,” she begged, clinging to my shoulders.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the elevator. I could feel my balls tightening, her walls encasing my throbbing cock.

I found my release, my jizz shooting inside her as realization dawned on my booze-soaked brain.

She didn’t cum.

I was an asshole.

“I’m so sorry,” I murmured.

She blinked up at me. “For what?”

“Not taking care of you.”

“We’re having a quickie in an elevator, Garrett. You can make it up to me later.”

“I broke a cardinal rule of the relationship. The woman’s needs always come first.”

“Who made that rule? Evan?”

“No.”

“Your cult leader?”

“We’re not in a cult, Vada.”

“You kind of are.”

“It’s a lifestyle that we chose.”

“What about the retreat we’re heading to? Isn’t it a cult meeting?”

“No, sweetheart,” I chuckled. “It’s more like a family reunion. We get together once a year with our close friends.”

“It’s a cult.”

“I’m not gonna argue with you while my cock is inside you.”

“Then take it out, silly,” she laughed.

“I’m gonna make a mess.”

“Crap,” she muttered. “I’m not used to sex without a condom.”

“Me either,” I sighed. “We really didn’t think this through.”

“Garrett, we need to get out of this elevator before someone notices it’s stopped.”

“Hang on tight, baby,” I said, loosening my tie with one hand while I held onto her with the other, using my body to keep her secured against the wall.

I wrestled it over my head while she watched with amusement.

“This would’ve been much easier if the scorpion bowl and the tequila hadn’t happened,” I said.

“You would’ve never fucked me in a public elevator without the liquid courage.”

“You’re probably right about that.”

I slipped the tie between her legs and withdrew slowly.

“That’s quite the load of semen,” she commented while my jizz seeped from her body, soaking the tie.

I released her legs and helped her regain her footing. She reached for the elevator panel and pressed the button for our floor.

“Why isn’t it moving?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “You pressed stop. Isn’t there a start button?”

“No.”

She hammered on the button several times.

“Try the Door Open button,” I suggested.

“What if we’re between floors?”

“Then I think it will know that, and it won’t open.”

I shook my head when she pressed every single button on the panel. “Yes. Let’s stop at every floor in an elevator that reeks of sex.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Your spunk is quite sugary smelling. Maybe you should get checked for diabetes, Garrett.”

“I don’t have diabetes! There was a pound of sugar in that scorpion bowl.”

“I don’t think sugar gets to your jizz factory that quickly.”

“My ~jizz factory~?”

“Yeah.”

“Just get us out here, you goof,” I laughed.

“It appears as though we’re stuck.”

“Great.”

A male voice came through the speaker on the panel. “Sit tight, folks. We’ll have you out in a jiffy. And please be aware I can see you on my screen.”

“He was watching us, Vada!”

“Relax,” she said. “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“I suppose not. I figured it was just a camera feed that nobody would ever look at unless there was a crime.”

“Guess not,” she said, glancing at the little eye up in the corner. She waved and performed a curtsy, her tits almost falling out of her dress.

“Put those things away.”

“My breasts are not ~things~, Garrett.”

“They’re gorgeous,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “Our babies will be well nourished.”

~Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, judging by the angry look on her face.~

“I’m not a cow.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You kind of implied it,” the man said.

“You can hear us?”

“Yes. You left the intercom on after you called for help.”

“But you couldn’t hear us before that?” I asked.

“Nah,” he chuckled. “But I could see.”

“Did anybody else see?”

“Nah. I’m in the control booth alone. No worries.”

“How long until you can get us out of here?”

“The repair guys are working on it. When your girlfriend pressed all the buttons, it fucked with the computer.”

“Good job, Vada.”

“Bite me.”

“Oh, I plan to, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” she whispered. “Where?”

“I can still hear you,” the guy said. “Repair guy said he had to reboot the system. All the elevators are down for at least twenty minutes. You might as well get comfortable.”

“Do you think we’re gonna get in trouble?” Vada wondered.

“No. We’re hotel guests. What are they gonna do? Ground us?”

“What if we get arrested?”

“For what? Pushing too many elevator buttons?”

Exactly twenty minutes later, the car rumbled to life.

“Don’t press any buttons!” the guy ordered.

The elevator headed back down, depositing us in the main lobby. When the doors slid open, there were two security guards waiting for us. The taller one stepped forward.

“We’re going to need you folks to come with us, please.”