Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Naomi
As I’m moving through the club, another wall plaque catches my attention.
Glory Hole Hall.
I hesitate only for a moment before I open the corresponding door and find a worker standing there, one hallway to his left and one to his right.
He smiles at me politely. “Welcome. Will you be giving or receiving tonight?”
My mind goes blank for a moment. “Um, like sex or… other stuff?” I ask, hating how unsure I sound.
He nods like he understands completely. “The limits are set by you and your consenting partner. If you would like to offer, say, oral, you only need to rest your mouth at the start of your designated hole. You’re able to communicate between the wall should your desires change.”
I swallow and nod. “I’d like to try giving… oral, that is… um, please?”
Fuck. Shoot me in the goddamn face. Could I be any more cringe?
“Right this way then,” he says, gesturing towards the left hallway. “Number six. Enjoy.”
“Thanks, you too,” I say and hurry off down the hallway.
Then I pause. You too? Christ on a corndog, Nay.
Shaking my head, I continue down the corridor before rounding a corner to find a line of doors, almost all of them closed except for the one with a six on the door.
Carefully, I step inside and shut the door behind me.
There’s a light in the ceiling, nice maroon walls surrounding me and a fluffy white carpet beneath me.
I also see several stools, benches and pads for… well, comfort, I suppose?
Of course, the most obvious part of the room is the hole in the wall. Probably six inches in diameter, though I expected it to be bigger. I mean, I know some people fuck through these things. How would that even work?
Turning my head to the side, I slowly lift one leg up and scoot closer to the wall, simulating what you’d need to do just to get your pussy close enough for penetration. Unfortunately for me, my balance isn’t the best in flat shoes, let alone stilettos, and I go down hard.
I land on the floor with a hard thud. “Shit.”
“You okay over there?” a man’s voice calls through the wall.
Embarrassment hits me, and I can feel my cheeks heat as I scramble to my feet. “Y-Yeah, yes. I’m fine.”
“Cool, get to sucking then,” he says before I hear the sound of a zipper and he pushes his cock through the hole.
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. At his words and, frankly, his dick. I’ve seen plenty of cocks in porn, none in real life, but that’s beside the point. I’ve seen enough to know that they shouldn’t look like… that.
Still, this is part of the experience… I guess.
Slowly, I sink to my knees, his semi-flaccid cock mere inches from my mouth.
There’s a groan of frustration from the other side of the wall. “I don’t have all goddamn night.”
Before I can even snap back at him, he’s almost ripped away from the wall, his voice rising to a shout before a door slams shut. Some banging occurs on the door before a new cock is pushed through the hole.
I hesitate for a moment as I look at it. Long, thick and fucking tattooed. Swear to God, from base to the start of the tip, it’s completely inked up. I’ve never seen anything like it. The tattoos are like decorations on what I can only assume is the prettiest cock that’s ever existed.
I wait for him to be an asshole too, to be impatient. Instead, he just stands there, silent and waiting, almost as if he’s telling me he has all the time in the world.
That thought helps a bit.
Nervously licking my lips, I study the cock as I try to recall every blowjob scene I’ve ever watched, every story Ari and Cassi have ever told me.
Every horror memory I’ve unfortunately heard my older brothers talk about.
I guess the bright side to this is that if I’m terrible, I never have to see the guy again.
I open my mouth before leaning forward and slowly closing it around the tip. A choppy breath is released on the other side, and I think that means I’m doing good. I carefully push forward, taking more of his cock into my mouth—inch by inch until he reaches the back of my throat and I gag. Awesome.
Embarrassment rises inside me before another satisfied groan rumbles from the man on the other side of the wall, spurring me on.
I withdraw before pushing forward again, stopping just before I gag.
This time, I run my tongue up the side of his cock, and I hear what sounds like his fist hitting the wall, like he’s having to brace himself.
Smiling against his cock and so fucking relived I’m not completely messing this up, I do it again and again. Pushing myself deeper each time, licking him for longer. My confidence grows with each bob of my head, and when I wrap my hand around his base to assist, the loudest groan yet escapes him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, though it’s barely audible.
I try different techniques, running my tongue under him, around in a circle, even gently grazing my teeth along the side. He seemed to like that one most of all.
It’s hard to fully wrap my head around the fact that this person is a literal stranger. I’ve never met him, I’ve never even seen him, yet here I am sucking on his cock like it’s my favorite popsicle and I’m desperate for his taste.
His cock twitches in my mouth as his thrusts through the hole increase.
They come so quick I’m barely able to keep rhythm, and then suddenly he pauses.
His cock throbs in my mouth and a warm, thick liquid hits my tongue.
It’s surprising at first, and for a moment, I freeze.
Then my mind fully grasps that he’s coming.
Swallowing him down as best I’m able, I continue my movements, putting more effort into the actual swallowing part as he groans.
“Fuck, Peaches!”
I freeze at his words.
What. The. Fuck?
“What did you just call me?” I ask shakily, to which he doesn’t respond.
Instantly, it’s like a bomb has gone off. My vision is distorted and my hearing is dulled, just a quiet ringing in my ears as I shakily rise to my feet and run. I don’t know where I think that’ll get me, but I run, and I don’t fucking look back.
I make it to the hallway and am almost to the exit when I slam into a hard body. Instantly, the smell of leather, whisky, and something inherently him hits my senses. I know it’s him before I even look up. I can feel it.
Still, my eyes need to confirm what my brain already knows.
Slowly, I lift my gaze, meeting those deep blue eyes that have plagued my every thought for as long as I can remember.
Kolter Mayhew.
My adopted brother.