6

I hadn't been asleep long before more police sirens woke us both. I groan and turn over. "Get your fuckin' lives together people."

"Seriously, don't they ever sleep?" Elle whimpers sleepily against her pillow.

The sound drifts away to only be followed by another set. "What the hell?"

Frustrated, I toss off the sheet and jostle the bed like a madman while getting up. I slip into a pair of loose-fit basketball shorts before stepping outside the camper. An ambulance and fire truck pass our location and head in the direction of the bar.

"Hey, man," Mac says deeply from behind me. My annoyance washed away at the sight of him. He's in a white wifebeater tank and carpenter jeans. His long hair is tied at the nape of his neck and his beard is freshly brushed. I glance behind him at his camper. All the lights are out.

"What's up?"

He shrugs, "Not much. Just relaxin'."

"A little hard to relax with constant chaos."

"Only a little hard, huh?" His brows go up slightly and he smirks as he lifts a beer to his lips for a sip but keeps his eyes on me. I swallow deeply and watch him intently. "Would you like a sip?" He holds the bottle out to me.

I shake my head, still slightly frazzled, "No. I don't drink. Thanks."

He looks around before scanning me up and down slowly. "Did you enjoy the show?"

Unsure which show he's referring to, I keep my cool, "You did great. What made you choose such a dangerous profession?"

He smirks, "Not that show, darlin'."

Shock and embarrassment flood me, tying my tongue, "Oh, ummm." Completely speechless, my body fidgets slightly. If I had pockets, my hands would've been deep inside them. I then look at his camper again.

"Don't worry. She's knocked out."

Courage came over me and I couldn't help but flirt back, "The real question is…did you enjoy it."

He smiles and steps closer, "I only received a glimpse but would love to see more of you."

My cheeks burn, "Really?"

"I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

My sex begins to pulse slightly at the thought of him taking me against the camper while his wife sleeps. "You want to do it again?"

He scans me again and steps even closer. His mouth is only inches from mine and our bodies nearly touch. My body trembles in anticipation. The scent of fire and alcohol coming off of him is nearly intoxicating. He whispers, "I want to taste you first."

I swallow nervously and scan around for witnesses. Being out of the closet is still frowned upon sadly. "You're married…to a woman."

He chuckles softly, "Wrong."

My mind clears for a moment and I look at him confused, "What? She's not a woman?"

He chuckles and sips his beer again, "Jenelle is my old lady but we aren't married."

"But, she's still your woman."

"Come with me," he insists and turns away, scanning our surroundings while he strolls toward the dark space between his camper and SUV.

The thought of following him into the darkness gives me pause. It's hard for me to trust people, especially when they're as strong as he is. I don't need my ass beat for being what I am but my desire and curiosity take hold. Reluctant, I turn to follow him.

Out of sight, he presses me against the structure and covers my mouth with his. Our tongues dance in a sensual sway, sending my entire body into a pool of heat. With only seconds of contact, my cock grows hard. He groans deeply while grinding his body against mine, rubbing my hunger.

He pulls out of the kiss and slips his hand into my shorts. I release a whimper as my length is secured within his tender grip, making my eyes roll. He wastes no time in stroking me until my legs tremble.

He pulls his hand away and I watch fixedly as he licks my precum from his hand, tasting me. "So sweet." Then he drops to his knees and without hesitation, he pulls my shorts down and nuzzles my balls. My legs instinctually spread for him, giving him more access and his tongue shoots out and strokes my taint. I scan for any prying eyes before tangling my fingers into his hair.

He licks my sack tenderly before moving slowly up my length and swirling the tip. I nearly erupt as he finally takes my cock into his warm mouth. I hiss through my teeth, trying to control myself and fight the urge to fuck his face. "Fuck yeah," I whisper.

He growls deeply and swallows me deeply as if I'm his last meal. My tight hole is suddenly invaded by his finger. The pleasure took precedence over the pinch of pain. His excited hand and mouth push me to explode and I'm completely shaken by the hardest orgasm I've felt in a long time. His finger strokes me softly as he swallows every drop I have to offer. My cock pulses one final time before he pulls away, leaving me loose in the cool night air.

As my body cools, he tenderly cleans every curve of my sex before standing, bringing my shorts up with him. He strokes my cheek with his fingers lightly in an adoring way before grabbing my hand and placing it onto the bulge in his jeans. He's rock hard, and for a man his age, it's a shock. "This is what you do to me."

I begin to stroke him, making his breath hitch slightly but he stops me. Confused, I ask, "You don't want to?"

He smiles, "Not tonight."

"Why? I want to."

"I know you do but I have somewhere to be. Soon you'll have everything you want and more." He kisses the end of my nose. "I'll be seein' ya."

We part ways. Like a creepy villain, I sneak back into my camper. My legs are still trembling from our interaction as I lie down.

"What was that all about?" Elle asks softly, startling me out of the reflections I was having.

Thinking she had seen or heard us, I replied, "What?"

"The sirens. Did you see what they were about?"

"Oh, yeah, they were headed toward the bar. Probably to break up a flight. Go back to sleep."

Elle is out in two seconds and I'm left wide awake with thoughts of my sexual encounter with Mac. A part of me felt horrible for Janelle and how we betrayed her. The other part of me didn't give a fuck and enjoyed the hell out of myself.