He parked, and we stared at the four-story building. “It’s not fancy, but I didn’t want anything to ping on Dad’s radar. I figured he’d see this and assume I brought a date here to get laid instead of taking her home. He’ll shrug it off. It’s not that expensive.”

More expensive than I could afford at the moment. Plus, say what now? Did he do that? Did he bring dates to hotel rooms often?

“Let’s go,” he said, shoving his door open.

I hung my backpack over my shoulder and followed Asher. He took care of the front desk stuff, and we headed to the elevators. I wondered what the woman working thought of us going to a room together. There was no mistaking we were twins. Was our behavior questionable? Could other people guess what we were up to?

Our room was on the third floor. Asher carded us in, revealing a small space with a queen-sized bed, usable lounge area, and a big window overlooking the city. The curtains were pulled wide. It was a standard, white and wood-finish look that was benchmark in most hotels. The bathroom was a decent size, and clean, when I poked my head in. Thank God.

“Shower, and I’ll be back. Gyros?”

“And beer.”

“On it.”

I was alone.

In a hotel room.

A hotel room my brother had rented for us.

For nefarious purposes.

What had happened to my life?

I dropped my backpack on the bed and dug through it until I found a change of clothes and bathroom supplies. The water in the shower was hot, so I stayed in a long time, soaping up and concentrating on my nether region. If I rubbed one out now, maybe I’d have better control later.

It wasn’t a bad plan.

I drew the shower curtain aside and listened for Asher. There was no sound in the room, so I shoved the bathroom door closed until it clicked and returned to the hot stream. Using an excessive amount of body wash, I closed my eyes and focused on taking care of business as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t be midstroke when Asher returned.

Hastening the process, I reached behind and fingered my ass as deep as I could manage. Ass play was among my top favorite activities. No matter what form. Tongues, fingers, dildos, or sizable cocks, I loved them all. I had no problem topping. In fact, there were days I preferred it. But in truth, I was a bottom slut through and through. My ass craved being filled.

In no time, I grunted and coated the wall of the shower stall with thick ropes of cum. My legs shook, and I grasped at the tiles for leverage, feeling lightheaded.