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I knew I had no space to be, but I was disappointed Landon had answered Tara’s call. He sang his classic “Hey darling” into the phone and pointed at the bathroom, disappearing into it as he continued his conversation with his fiancee. Crazy to think that the entire lovey-dovey update was being delivered with my cum still running down his legs.
I pulled off the dirty sheets, debating whether or not to burn them or leave an apology note for the housekeeper with a hefty tip. I wiped myself off with some tissues on the nightstand and checked my phone. Fawn had texted, telling me not to return and that she’d hopefully run into me later, something about the bride accidentally cutting herself with a broken martini glass. I sent a sympathy text and made sure to open the application link for later.
Laughter rang from the bathroom. I couldn’t make out the words, but they bothered me nonetheless. Guilt went from anger to concern to fear, a continuous vicious cycle that rang in my head for the entirety of Landon’s call.
I mean, what was supposed to happen now? Even the fact that I had slept with an engaged man was creeping into the guilt vault, mind you I disliked Tara. Did she deserve something like this? Had I just ruined a marriage? What would happen with the wedding? We still had tonight and tomorrow – what would Landon say? He was wordless on the average day (although shockingly mouthy less than an hour ago), how would he even touch on the subject – and did I want to hear the answer?
More laughter from the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, decided to leave. I changed into my first set of clothes of the day and looked out our window. The men were still lounging by the pool, with Fawn and her cousin absent. I knew I wouldn’t make good company with how complex I was feeling. On the bright side, I had spent a whole paycheck at this resort with lots of entertainment. Whatever delayed the inevitable.
With my wallet and my phone in my pockets, I headed to the casino. As the main attraction of the place, it was buzzing with life, with people dressed in sunglasses that cost my rent to senior citizens in sweatpants and sneakers.
Card games and bets were only fun to me with company, and even then half the time I relied on Landon’s advice. I let out a breath, determined to make this distraction work by taking a seat at one of the slot machines. I inserted my money and began to play.
Number, number, number, bust. Again.
Number, number, number, bust. Again.
Number, number, number, five dollars. At least it was something.
“You gotta start somewhere, right?” an unfamiliar voice spoke beside me. I turned to the stranger, a man seemingly in his 40s with salt and pepper hair and two unopened beers in his hands. “Saw you across the place, can I offer you a drink?”
Based on how well he nailed business casual, I was surprised he had gone with beer instead of an old-fashioned or something. Maybe he detected my studio apartment-ness from afar.
Well, it’d be rude to decline a free drink. “Thanks,” I said, turning in my chair to face him fully. He handed me a beer and I opened it carefully. “With those clothes, you don’t really look the beer type.”
He chuckled with amusement, taking the seat by the machine next to mine. “Really? Since you’re so observant, what type do I look?”
I didn’t hesitate. “You’re probably here on some business meeting and you’re closing some big deal for your company that you brought up from the ground or something. They probably paid for your stay and you’re going back to your hundred-bedroom mansion.”
To my dismay, my frustration from earlier sneaked into my tone. “You probably have a family with a bunch of annoying kids and a wife you knew you were gonna marry since you met her, except she doesn’t know that on your little trips you bribe commoners like me to fuck you with a couple beers and your blazer.”
The stranger was clearly displeased. “Look, I don’t know what the hell happened to you bayrampaşa escort bayan this weekend, but there was no reason to be that much of a douchebag. I can leave if you want, but you didn’t have to be an asshole.”
“Well, am I wrong?” I asked nonchalantly, pulling down the lever on the machine once more.
“Very much so,” he answered. “I’m here for marketing training, I thought you were handsome, and I just wanted to talk to you. But you have your own issues to work through and I don’t feel like being your punching bag. Enjoy your weekend.”
Before he could stand up, I reached for his sleeve. “Wait, no, stop. I’m sorry. Seriously, I am. You’re right, I was just taking out my own stuff on you. I’m sorry,” I apologized, trying to show how sincere I was. He was right – why the hell was I trying to blow off steam with this guy? The one guy I didn’t have to either babysit or figure out this weekend and here I was, blowing him off.
“I’d like to get to know you,” I assured. “I’m Heath.”
The stranger bit the inside of his cheek in contemplation. He lingered long enough for me to render the situation hopeless, but surprised me by sitting back down. “Aaron.”
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In thirty minutes, I was on my knees in the family bathroom with Aaron’s cock in my mouth.
Considering the clientele, a family bathroom seemed redundant, but it came to our benefit as the nearest, fully private, and incredibly clean room at our disposal.
Aaron stood proudly before me, his pants and briefs scrunched at his feet. He kept his blazer and shirt on, his large hand guiding my head as it bobbed back and forth.
He was a pleasant size, completely shaven and uncut. I massaged his balls as I sucked, glancing up at him to see his reaction.
His dark eyes met mine, watching with pride. “You’re so hot looking at me like that,” he said, his hand tightening. “Does Daddy’s cock taste good?”
I moaned onto his cock in agreement, my own practically suffocating in my pants. But I was eager to please. I continued, adding as much saliva as I could, resulting in the sloppiest blowjob I had ever given. It drooled down my face, which Aaron watched.
His moans echoed in the bathroom walls. “Ahh… That’s it. Such a good cocksucker. Fuck.”
I pulled back from his dick but continued to jerk him off, instead lowering my hand to take one of his balls in my mouth. I sucked and lapped my tongue again them with more sensitivity than his cock, but with the same amount of care. The scent was intoxicating.
“Uhh… Uhh… Where do you want Daddy’s cum?”
I let go of his balls with a plop. “Down my throat, Daddy.”
He watched me as I took him in my mouth again, sucking with much more fervor than I had before. I grabbed onto his thighs, tugging them forward. Aaron took the hint and grabbed my head with both hands, face fucking me.
I slid my hands down his legs and let my arms go limp, drool pooling on my shirt and onto the floor as he thrust harder into my face. Years of practice came in handy – he was slamming so hard that I felt him at the entrance of my throat over and over again. I breathed through my nose.
“That’s it, take all of Daddy’s cock. Take this big cock in your throat. Fuck!” Aaron called out, the wet noises of my mouth accompanying his grunts. I moaned onto him, his balls slapping my face each time he pulled my head all the way down.
“Here comes Daddy’s cum. You’re gonna swallow it down your little throat. Every little drop, you fucking slut,” he groaned.
As I felt his legs flex, he pulled my head to the base of his cock. “Ahhh fuck!” he grunted, holding my head in place as his cum flooded my mouth and throat. I rolled my eyes up and moaned myself, feeling every inch of my mouth get covered by the hot cream. I kept moving my tongue, lapping at it all.
He held me in place for a few moments when his climax subsided, then let me go completely and slid out of my mouth. In the exchange, a mixture of my saliva and his cum spilled out of my mouth. I shut my lips, swallowing every bit of it and opening my bayan escort mouth for proof.
Aaron nodded, out of breath. He took a step back, leaning against the bathroom’s sink. “My God, Heath….” he heaved.
I looked at the exhausted man with pride. Something about just having met and already having taken his cock down my throat made me feel incredible. Someone as hot as him, as attentive as him, but ultimately a stranger. I ran a finger around my lips as he watched, gathering any leftover cum and sucking my finger clean as I stood up, my hard-on visible through my jeans. I eyed myself in the bathroom mirror and zipped up my jacket – no need to be questioned on why my shirt was drenched.
“So, Aaron,” I said casually, watching as he composed himself enough to pull his pants up. “When do you leave?”
“Couple hours probably,” he said, buckling his belt. “Just a two-day thing. I’d love to see you again when we both go back home.”
Right, this wasn’t my little paradise situation. None of it was, at least until now. How much would it suck to go back home to a new fuck buddy though? The odds were in our favor as is. “Sounds good to me. You have my number.”
“Can’t wait to give you a call,” he grinned, pulling me in by the back of my neck to give me a tongue-ridden kiss. Our mouths were fully open, exploring each other’s.
Aaron ran a hand against my still stiff bulge, letting go of me seconds after. “I gotta go back and get my stuff to hit the road, but I’d love to return the favor sometime.”
Fucker. I smiled and crossed my arms as he left the bathroom, as collected as he looked when he first approached me. I locked the door behind him, figuring I’d wait until he was far enough. Those minutes alone brought me back to my impossible situation. I took out my phone, which I had left on silent as soon as Aaron and I agreed to hook up. Ten missed calls from Landon. One text from Bradley letting me know the sun had worn them out and the men were resting ’til the evening. Six missed texts from Landon.
“Where are you?”
“Where did you go?”
“Are you ok?”
“I can see you’re in the casino – where are you?”
“I can’t find you, are you seriously ignoring me?”
“We need to talk Heath”
We did, whether I liked it or not we’d have to untangle the mess we made. I took my phone off silent and finally called him back.
Landon answered on the first ring. “Are you okay?! Where the fuck have you been?!”
“Calm down, alright?” I snapped. “I played at the casino and got food poisoning from breakfast. Probably those nasty eggs Scott hyped up. I’ve been stuck in the bathroom. Sorry for not checking my phone when I was throwing up.”
Like every friendship, I sometimes held information from Landon. This was the first time it made me feel like a bad guy. It didn’t feel right to tell him about my whereabouts, though – at least not right now. “Look, I feel really tired, okay?” True, at least. “Can we just talk later?”
“No, we can’t,” Landon concluded. “I’ll be in our room.”
He ended the call and I resisted the urge to throw my phone against the wall. Did I have to go with food poisoning? Now the most obvious thing for me would be to go rest in my room, with Landon waiting. I was exhausted from my fluctuating feelings towards him, all in the last twenty-four hours. Why couldn’t he just say it was a one-time thing? Or ignore it completely? Or just leave Tara to be with me? With Aaron it was just an easy fuck, that’s it.
Sadly, Aaron was a stranger. Landon was my best friend. The only way was through.
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“You wanted to talk, let’s talk,” I started, standing in the hallway of our shared hotel room. Landon sat at his bed, looking up at me. Since I saw him, he had showered and gone back to his mute appearance. Dick.
“Why did you just leave like that?” he started.
Oh, he was serious. “I’m sorry, you expected me to be like whatever when we had just had sex? And you just went to talk to your girl like nothing happened?”
“Well I’m still engaged, Heath!”
“And you were when you bağcılar escort bayan had my dick in your ass too!” I exclaimed.
Landon stood up, angry. “You seriously wanted me to just tell Tara like that? Without even talking about it? Don’t you think she deserves better?”
“Yeah! She does! She doesn’t deserve a scumbag who thinks he can just do what he wants and not face consequences!” I yelled, pushing my hair back in disbelief. “You know what’s crazy? You and Tara and all your little bible-thumping cronies are always thinking you’re all high and mighty and then are out here doing shit like this. Landon could never be a liar! Landon is so responsible! Landon loves and respects God so much that he has nightmares about forgetting to say thank you! All bullshit!”
“I’m the scumbag?!” he asked, slightly offended but with fury regardless. “You had no problem being happy for Tara and I’s engagement and you didn’t either when you came onto me yesterday!”
Okay, good point. But not good enough for me. “Yes! And I at least have spent all fucking day feeling like shit because of it! At least I don’t pretend that nothing happened when talking to my own fucking fiancee!”
“‘Cause you’ll never have a fiancee!” Landon spat. “You’re an unstable, compulsive, idiotic homewrecker who has zero money management and barely any dignity to begin with! Congrats on using that last bit to forget that you’re an even bigger asshole than me!”
As the last word came out, we both were stunned into silence. Him with the realization of what he had just told his best friend, and I with shock that he was even able to say it. I didn’t know if he had been contemplating those thoughts for a while or if they were entirely improvised – whatever the source, it sucked all the same.
I inhaled. “Fine. Then I’ll make it easier on you and Tara. One homewrecker’s too many for a wedding, don’t you think?” I asked, instantly starting to gather my things in my luggage. Did I really have to unpack so much for a weekend?
“Maybe I do.”
Ouch.
While I tossed everything into my bag, I expected Landon to intervene. An apology, at least, anything to show any remorse. You’d think we had just met the way he stood with his arms crossed, watching as I packed. Twelve years of friendship, some apparently attraction and even having fucked less than twelve hours ago didn’t seem like enough to warrant some kind of emotion that wasn’t anger.
I closed my bag and made my way to the door, grabbing the small bottle of lube we had used just hours ago. Pausing in front of Landon, I tossed it at him casually. “Here, keep this. So the next time you fuck your best man over it’ll be smoother.”
Before he could reply, I was out of the room. I walked down the hallway, expecting footsteps behind me, but there was nothing. I felt my eyes burning and blinked rapidly as I reached the elevator.
Never in my life had I felt so confused and hurt at once. Happy that I had fun while I could. Worried over Landon’s safety. Upset that he was so willing to avoid me. Excited that he was into me. Upset again that he was avoiding me – again. Overjoyed when we finally hooked up. Livid when he acted like nothing had happened. Confused about what had happened with Aaron. The entirety of my emotional rollercoaster didn’t even matter did it – I just felt like shit. On top of that, I was paying for a resort I couldn’t even enjoy anymore.
Landon would figure this out, he always did. I just didn’t want to be there when he did anymore. He had enough groomsmen to help or something. Scott was so good at his sermons, right?
For what it was worth, I was handling the first waves of grief just fine – also for what it’s worth, it was just while I got to the front desk. I asked a concierge for the price of a rental to get home. Way too out of my current budget. The last bus into town had already left for the day. Cool. Fantastic, actually.
I thanked the concierge, wondering how the hell I was gonna head home when my phone vibrated. Unknown number, new image. I opened the message – a full-body photo of Aaron, fully dressed in relaxed attire with his cock in his hand, a “thinking of u” text bubble underneath.
I called him instantly, hoping not to come off as the massive loser that I felt like. “Hey, yeah, it’s Heath. Listen, something happened and I could really use a ride home.”