5. Noah
Noah
Igroan between the crease of Amy’s neck. My asscheeks are dripping in sweat. My joggers turned into a Slip ‘n Slide around my ass, and they fell down to my ankles.
I didn’t think it would take me longer than three-hundred seconds to nut in her, and it took her less than two to get loud.
I cover her mouth with a hand, and it doesn’t help much.
Her muffled moans and eyes rolling back behind her skull fills the stale hot air of this garage as she unravels.
I grip her thigh a bit higher and the pressure dominating my balls is hurting like hell, but I can’t get myself to climb to a high.
I can’t fucking come. I haven’t been able to at all since we started hooking up.
I want to fucking explode like I desperately need, but my forehead falls onto her shoulder blade exhausted.
It’s been ten minutes and this place is a raging sauna.
“I’m sorry, I can’t...” I breathe in her sweat. “We gotta stop.”
“No, why?” she whines as I pull my dick out of her, and he only becomes half a chub.
“We can’t keep doing this...”
“You’ve been saying that for the past three months.” She tugs down her shirt covering up her cherry size tits, and straightens out her skirt.
I pull up my joggers, and realize my grey shirt is saturated, even my hair is sticking to my face. “I’m serious, Tony will kill me if he finds out.” I wipe my forehead and rush to the fridge, pulling out the case of beer I should’ve brought in minutes ago.
“Oh, come on. We’re just having fun.”
“I’m not kidding,” I say as the fridge door seals shut.
“He’s one of my best friends, and bandmate.
We can’t do this.” I stroll over to the door and grab the doorhandle.
“Wait at least a minute before coming in,” I whisper, opening the door and stepping in the house.
I throw the six pack onto the counter in the kitchen as my bandmates hang outside with other friends, drinking and grilling.
I pop off a beer cap on the side of the countertop and Amy doesn’t hesitate to come inside, slipping down the hallway to the bathroom.
She was supposed to go change into her bathing suit, not chase me into the garage and tempt me into sleeping with her.
I head outside through the patio door. I puff out my shirt, but every square inch of myself is sweating up a storm.
Laughter drifts from the hottub. Omen and Vince are half-drunk and sweet talking the groupies they snatched up from last night’s bar concert.
Girls love Omen’s dazzlingly green eyes and man bun, but it’s really the tattoos and his skills with the guitar.
I dunno how many times I’ve read comments about girls wanting them to be the guitar strings he plays with.
Omen has been my closest friend for years and he's a brother to me. He’s the only man willing to put me in my place when it’s needed and he’s the only reason I met Tony and Vince to begin with.
Vince plays drums and seems to always be tapping on everything he gets his hands on. Even while lounging in the hottub, he’s tapping his fingers against his beer to the beats stuck in his head.
Tony’s at the grill, spatula in one hand, beer in the other.
The flames crackle as grease from the patties hits the coals, sending smoke curling.
He pulls off the biker beard he refuses to shave nicely.
He plays the bass and I swear on my life he should be in the Olympics as one of the best headbangers in the history of metal.
I’m surprised that by the time we start playing our third song his neck isn’t radiating in pain.
I’m convinced my head will fall off, but he’ll just roll smoothly into the next song with his hair spinning in circles for the entire hour we play.
Tony glances up when I step outside, his face lit orange by the flare of the fire. “I thought you were just grabbing a beer.” His eyes don’t budge from the grill.
“Sorry... uhhh.” Lord help me. Come up with an excuse, anything other than getting his sister off. “I had to take a shit.”
“Oh...” His jaw twitches. Oh fuck, he knows. “What do you want on your burger?” he asks.
I clear my throat, trying not to sound guilty. “Uh, cheese...”
“Cheese. Got it.” Another patty flips over and the metal scrapes loud against the grate. I can picture it now. It’s gonna be my dick on the grill next. “You good, man? You’re sweating more than me.”
“Yeah...The garage is hot.” I wipe at my forehead with the back of my hand, but it just makes the sweat worse.
Tony raises a brow. “I thought you were taking a shit?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow at me.
“Have you seen my sister?” I choke on the beer and cough so hard I got pleurisy.
I pound a fist on my chest, and the sudden dread has chills running up my arms. He must have stepped inside and heard her in the garage.
He probably even saw both of us coming through the door.
“She’s in the bathroom,” I wheeze out the words.
“Weren’t you just in the bathroom?” He takes a sip from his beer and exhales through his nose, still studying me. “You sure you’re good, dude?”
“Yep.” I stare at the flames and take a swig of the beer. Ahh fuck, he definitely knows.
“Right,” he says, flipping another burger.
“Listen, uh, I gotta ask you something.” He keeps his eyes on the grill when he talks.
“I’ve got a graveyard shift tomorrow.” The spatula hisses against the meat.
“And Amy, she’s been sneakin’ out, hittin’ parties, drinkin’.
I get she’s eighteen but I just don’t feel right about her going to this graduation party,” he says.
“I trust you, so I figured maybe you could do me a favor. Keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. ”
The beer bottle sweats in my hand, cold against my palm. “Yeah,” I rub the back of my neck. “Yeah, I can do that.” Great, that means she’ll probably be slobbering all over me again trying to hook up.
“Thanks, man.” He nods, turning back to the grill. At that second the screen door opens and Amy comes out with a beer in hand, racing over to the hot tub squealing loudly with a group of girls.