Chapter Six: What's My Name Again?
I whimpered in appreciation as ' Pacer's ' ( weird name) tongue traveled along my skin and he nipped the delicate skin in the nape of my neck, causing me to all together forget my name or why the hell I was in a bathroom being molested by a sexy god.
Incoherent noises escaped my lips as he slid a large, warm hand under my shirt, caressing the skin of my abdomen while the other slid down from pinning my hands to grip my waist, holding me against the wall. Pacer let out a deep sexy groan.
He slid a hand down to cup the bulge that had been straining inside my tight jeans and soon began to fumble with the zipper to get it open. Once he did suddenly his mouth was gone from my neck, making me pout with disappointment until an unknown, holy warmth enveloped my little mini me.
"oh, agh, uh, god, yes", sounds of pleasure filled the room as Pacer took me in his mouth ( Oh.God, he had a wonderful mouth).
My hands gripped his hair tightly, trying for dear life to hold on as I felt a blinding, almost painful, pleasure building up in my stomach( Oh.MY.Dear.God). Pacer began to fasten his pace as he lapped and sucked feircly along my shaft until finally I couldn't take it.
I shot my loads into Pacer's mouth while he sucked it all up( Oh.MY.Dear.God). I had never felt so good in my life than in that moment.
I leaned against the wall, trying to remember my name again, when there was a punding on the door. "who the hell is in there, unlock the damn door! I have to piss!", Chris's familiar douche bag voice boomed behind the bathroom door.
