Passion & Ponies (Chocoholics 2)

Tyler laughs, resting his elbow on the bar, inching his way further between my legs until I can feel the material of his jeans rubbing against my inner thighs.

“What did your mom do to piss you off?”

And just like that, I open up to Tyler, the one person I never thought I would let my guard down around. I tell him about my fashion blog and how my mom shit all over my excitement with it. I tell him how much I hate working at Seduction and Snacks and how I hate where my life is going. He orders both of us another couple rounds of drinks without ever taking his eyes off of me, hanging on my every word and interjecting with little pieces of advice every now and then.

Before long, I’m buzzed and everything he says makes me laugh. My hands rest casually against his chest as he tells me about meeting his real father and something inside of me shifts. It happens so suddenly that I have to catch my breath. My heart speeds up and my hands start to sweat as I feel Tyler’s heart beating under my palms. It takes me a minute to realize I’m not having a f**king heart attack. What I’m having is a moment of clarity – Tyler Branson is genuinely a nice guy. A nice guy with a huge penis, a six pack and eyes so blue they look like someone took a blue crayon and colored them in.

He’s immature at times, a complete smart-ass and into some kinky shit, but he’s nice to me no matter how much of a bitch I am to him; no matter how hard I try to push him away.

Son of a mother f**king bitch, I think I’m falling for Tyler.

Chapter 12 – Hot and Juicy Wiener

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Right there! A little more to the left. Lick my Christmas ornaments.”

Ava’s mouth stills on my dick and she looks up at me. If my penis wasn’t stuffed in her mouth, I have a feeling she’d be yelling at me for something. Her mouth is so warm and wet that I really couldn’t care less what she yells at me about right now. She’s giving me a blow job in the women’s bathroom of the bar and I am not about to tell her to pipe down with the attitude, especially when I feel her graze my dick with her teeth. Nope, never piss off a woman who holds your manhood and the lives of your future children in between her chompers.

She sucks me hard into her mouth and I smack my hands down on the wall of the bathroom stall we’re in. As good as this feels, I need to stop her. I’d much rather be between her legs when I come and I have a feeling she’s already pissed about the fact that she’s kneeling on a bathroom floor right now.

Leaning forward, I slide my hands under her arms and haul her up from the floor, pressing her back against the wall and sliding my hands up her bare thighs. I stare into her eyes as my hands continue to move until they are wrapped around the soft, smooth flesh of her ass.

“Fuck, you’re not wearing any underwear?” I mutter as she leans forward and slides the tip of her tongue across my bottom lip.

“I was, but I took them off a little while ago when I went to the bathroom. I slipped them in the pocket of your coat that’s still hanging over the chair by the bar,” she tells me.

Ava reaches her hand in between our bodies and wraps it around my dick, stroking me while I knead her ass and pull one of her legs up around my hip.

Once her leg is secure, I quickly reach into my back pocket for one of the condoms I stuck in there before I left the house. I told her a little white lie when she asked me if I followed her. Charlotte called me after Ava left her and Gavin’s place and asked if I’d keep an eye on Ava and make sure she didn’t get into any trouble. Even though Ava swore she’d never have sex with me again, I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep that promise.

I quickly rip open the condom with my teeth. Ava takes it from me and easily rolls the thin rubber down the length of my cock. I sigh in pleasure as she lines me up and in one hard thrust, I’m fully inside of her, both of us groaning. I don’t waste any time – I immediately start pounding into her, the bathroom stall shaking with the force of my thrusts.

“Take that purse off of your shoulder, it’s in my way,” I complain, grabbing onto the strap as I hold myself still inside of her.

She smacks my hand away and gives me a dirty look. “Are you insane? Do you have any idea how much this bag cost? I’m not putting it anywhere near that floor. People have pissed on that floor.”

I slowly grind my hips against her and try reaching for the purse again. She closes her eyes and moans, but even with her eyes closed she knows what I’m doing and her hand latches onto my wrist in a death grip.

“Touch that bag and you die. A slow, painful death where I cut off your balls and make you eat them.”

Her eyes are still closed and she hums in approval when I jerk against her. This time, I’m not trying to distract her with my awesome sexual moves; I’m honestly f**king afraid of her. That little jerk was a reflex when I thought about my balls being detached from my body and force-fed to me. You can make all the jokes you want about balls being delicious and loving the feel of balls in your mouth, but it’s not funny at all when we’re talking about my sweaty, hairy balls.

I make a mental note to shave my balls as soon as f**king possible before I start moving inside of her again. I’m guessing if Ava does make good on her threat, balls would go down a lot easier if they weren’t covered in pubes.

Ava’s hands clutch onto my hair and she starts mumbling nonsense, telling me to move faster and harder as I bite and suck on the skin of her neck.

“Yeah, you like that? You like it when Big Papa gives you his hot and juicy wiener?” I pant, my hips hammering against her.