Chapter 5
FIVE
MILES
“Sir, are you lost?” a woman asks me from the end of a neon-lit hallway. I tilt my head to the side, trying to compute what she’s saying so I can answer in a way that’s not going to get me kicked out of here.
“I’m looking for…” My hand finds the back of my neck and I rub it in embarrassment. I come to a stop in front of her so I say the next part lower. “The glory holes.”
And to my surprise, she answers in the most professional tone without a hint of judgment in her voice. “They’re right in here. Pick your poison."
“I’ve already picked my poison tonight, it was whiskey…” I joke, causing her to chuckle.
“Well no liquor back here. But pick your door.” She raises her brows at me, and I rush to the first door that catches my sight before I can chicken out.
I yell over my shoulder as I make my way into the small room, “Thank you!”
There were two guys sitting at the bar beside me earlier, and I overheard them talking about The Palace.
A place inside the bar… The glory holes.
I’ve lived in Sunrock Valley for almost a year now, so it shocked me that I’ve never heard of all the things they’re hiding in this local hole in the wall.
A chuckle escapes me. “Ha, hole in the wall. There’s a literal hole in this wall that I’m supposed to stick my cock through.”
What the fuck am I doing in here?
With my back against the door, a huff of air passes my lips as my eyes land on the hole in front of me. It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be, but as that thought passes my head swims.
I haven’t been with anyone since Emma died all those years ago… I’ve been too scared to move on. There’s been no feelings for anyone since her—well, until my two, way-too-fucking-young admin team started fucking in the room beside me.
But I’m not in our hometown anymore. I’m a capable and consenting adult, so who’s going to stop me from enjoying myself by letting a stranger suck me through a hole in the wall?
My mind races back to Kayla and Collin and the soundtrack of them fucking through the closed doors and drywall while my fist pumps my cock furiously in my bed.
I’ve had to hear the two of them the past year, and I’ve never wanted to see other people fuck in front of me so badly.
But I wouldn’t be able to just watch, I would want to fuck them too.
The pulsing of my hard cock in my jeans is enough to have me shimming my jeans down to my thighs.
My hand wraps around my cock instinctively, and my feet move on their own before my head can catch up to my drunken doings.
As I place myself through the hole in the wall, I hear what I can only assume is a couple on the other side.
A hand wraps around my length, similar in size to my own, just not worn and calloused.
“Is that a fresh fucking tattoo?!” The timbre of the man’s voice through the hole makes me smirk.
“It is.” It has that sticky second skin or whatever the tattoo man said it was over top of it, so it’ll be fine.
Right?!
“Does that say a woman’s name? Goddamn it, you’re not married, are you?” His tone is a bit pissed, but I know I heard a woman’s voice, so who’s this guy to judge either way?
I deadpan, “It’s my dead wife’s name.”
“Welp, at least you’re not cheating.” I imagine the woman shrugging on the other side, and before I can even think, there’s a mouth wrapping around the head of my cock and a hand grabbing and massaging my balls.
My hands find purchase on the built-in handles, and I send a quick thank-you to whoever designed this place. I’m lost in the feeling of whoever’s mouth is on the other side, swallowing me whole. Then it stops and their hand takes over.
Did I ever think a glory hole and some random person on the other side of it would be my first time with someone besides Emma?
Fuck no.
Let alone, on the anniversary of her death…
But that’s what everyone keeps on my ass about—moving on.
The hardest hurdle was that first year. Then the anniversaries just kept passing by like silence in the night. After the fifth year of not being with anyone intimately, it felt beyond intimidating. So I just kept to myself and my fist.
“You taste so fucking good,” the man’s voice rumbles as my mind catches up from the drunk thoughts quickly heading back to the depressive hole I usually find myself in if I start thinking of Emma for too long.
A man is sucking my cock on the other side of this wall.
This is the first time I’ve ever been with a man in any capacity. I never knew I was into men until recently—when I heard Collin getting pegged. The idea of me fucking him was the next thought that flooded my brain. And there was no going back after that.
I can picture his muscular thighs wrapped around my waist, or maybe the view of him from behind as I hold his muscular arms behind his back.
Fuck, I’m not going to last.