Chapter 7
Kaspar
Ilocked myself in the stall at the far end of the room. My knees shook, and my dick was so hard I needed to deal with the situation before I could go back out.
I could have waited for another patron at the glory hole, but I didn’t want to. Wrestling with my trousers, I spat into my palm and fisted my dick.
Goddess, that’s better.
I wished the two guys from before had taken a little longer. The memory of their last time at the glory hole was one I recalled frequently.
That had been the first time I had come to the Pink Chicken to get head from a stranger. It hadn’t happened, but it still had been one of the hottest nights of my life.
For months, I had wondered what would have happened if the enormous green guy hadn’t held me back. Would I have gone through with it?
Sex was a little intimidating to me because I had always wanted things other people found unconventional. I didn’t want meaningless hookups. I wanted more than one person to be mine, and not just for a one-night stand. My stupid wolf yearned for a sense of belonging and connection.
My own little pack.
I had tried to get that from a monogamous relationship, but that had backfired and blown up in my face.
Maybe you’re just broken.
I tugged on my dick, already pretty close. I spat again, spreading the saliva over my head and down to my knot.
Fuuuck.
The image of the two men from earlier on my mind—both of them the stuff of my wet dreams—made me come in no time.
I loved how different they were, one huge and green-skinned with rippling muscles under his white dress shirt and the other shorter, with a bit of stubble and a bookish vibe. But somehow, they worked well together.
I emptied my balls into the toilet, one hand flung out on the wall to steady me.
It should have been concerning that the one thing that got me off without fail was the idea of being sandwiched between them, feeling four hands on my body, two mouths, two dicks…
Just give up. Get your dick sucked by someone else.
Kink night at the Pink Chicken came with a guarantee of willing people on the other side of the glory hole.
But nope. My brain had latched onto the two guys, and they were going to stay in there until the next obsessive crush replaced them.
It was wired that way. Wired for heartbreak. I huffed. After I’d peed, I cleaned up, tucked my dick away, and left the stall.
The two men were nowhere in sight by the time I left the bathrooms.
That’s good, Kas.
My heart sank with disappointment.
Maybe a drink will help.
I ordered a Demonic Slap. The bartender slid the glass across the bar and took my cash. I turned.
Damn.
A few seats down from where I sat, the two guys stood, being all cute with each other.
I heaved a sigh no one heard over the music and forced my eyes away.
Just keep looking, Kas. Eventually, someone will catch your interest. You’re not a home wrecker.
Nicht mehr.
I’d moved to Veitsreuth at the beginning of the year precisely to get away from the small village I’d grown up in. The situation there had gone from messy to unbearable when I found out the guy I was dating had a wife and small child living two villages away.
He’d not been discreet and, what was even worse, his wife did not know we were dating.
The thought of it still made my skin crawl. I’d genuinely been in love with him. It had taken me years to get over my shyness, and Aaron had been such a perfect first boyfriend.
I huffed at my thoughts. He was perfect, with the minor downside of being a lying, cheating Drecksack.
No wonder you aren’t interested in another taste of monogamy.
Or perhaps, subconsciously, I had realised it had never been just the two of us in that relationship.
Was that why he attracted you in the first place?
I’d convinced myself I could handle a few meaningless hookups, just a warm, wet hole to stick my dick in…or so I kept telling myself.
Only for my brain to latch onto the next unhealthy situation.
“Hey.” I flinched when a voice addressed me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He spoke in English with a noticeable accent I couldn’t quite place. Scottish or Irish perhaps? “I’m Ollie.”
The shorter man with the brown hair and eyes was even more gorgeous up close. My gaze hung for a moment on his nipples, which were visible through the mesh shirt.
“It’s alright. I was just lost in thought. I’m Kaspar, uh, it’s nice to meet you.”
Don’t look too closely and no flirting!