Page 57 of Sinners’ Appetite

“So, does she really think that she’ll be able to edge us along until tomorrow night?” Dean asks, reaching for the tool he had in his hands before I came in and shoved him against the hood of his car.

“We can let her try,” I smirk. “I think I have an idea though. Something she won’t be expecting.”

“I like the sound of that. Go on…”

“I brought something with me. She has no idea that I even packed it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s called a vibe. It’s a wearable vibrator meant to stay inside her as she walks around. Or—in her case, tries to eat dinner at a fancy five star restaurant.”

Dean starts to laugh. “Joke’s on her, I guess.”

“I can’t wait to mess with that pretty pussy. It’s controlled by my phone.”

“Have you booked a hotel room yet?”

I shake my head and pull out my phone from my pocket. “I can do that online, right?”

“Yeah, I think they’ve made it pretty easy now.”

“She’ll probably want one with an indoor pool. Maybe even a spa?”

“She’ll need the spa treatment for sure,” he smirks.

I scroll through dozens of hotels, and finally, I find something that I think might work.

An indoor pool, hot tub, sauna and an on site spa facility with a licensed massage therapist. I book the room, which has only one large king sized bed, for two nights and pay with my credit card.

Moments later, I get the confirmation email.

“There. I have it booked for two nights,” I confirm.

“What about the restaurant? Should we make reservations?”

“Fuck. I guess I should do that too, I wonder if they’re still open?”

I search for the name of the restaurant and sure enough, they’re open for another half hour, so I call right away. On the third ring, someone answers in a friendly, yet professional tone.

“Alexander’s—how may I help you?”

“I’m looking for reservations for three.”

“I can certainly help with that. Which placement would you like and for what time, sir?”

I chuckle. “I’d like it for seven-thirty tomorrow evening. What placements do you have available? Which one would you suggest?”

“Personally, I find the tables near the windows are preferred most of the time.”

“Then I’ll take a table by the window.”

“Name for the reservation?”

“Malachi White.”

“Okay, perfect. I have you booked in for seven-thirty tomorrow evening. We’ll see you then.”

I end the call and set my phone down on the work bench beside me.

“So, we’re good to go then?” Dean asks.

“Fuck yeah. Thanks for reminding me. That woman has my damn brain in a whirlwind.”

“Same. I can’t figure out how to remove this part. I’ve done this a dozen fucking times,” he half-laughs.

I finally make it back down to the cabins, a little disappointed when I see that Nikki’s still not in our bed. I really thought she would have caved by now. She’s stubborn as fuck.

It’s well past midnight, but since I’ve been helping Dean with his car, I’m covered in grease and god only knows what other fluids, so I head into the bathroom to take a quick shower before I crawl into bed.

When I turn the hot water on and run my hand under the water, I discover that its freezing cold, indicating an issue with the hot water tank located in the shed behind the cabins. I’m handy when it comes to building shit, but not so much when dealing with electrical or plumbing.

I take my phone out and message Dean, hoping he’ll still be awake.

I think the hot water tank is fucked.

I’ll come take a look. It does that sometimes. There’s a reset button on the outside of the tank.

If you don’t mind…I’d probably end up blowing the thing up.

I’ll be right down.

Within just a few minutes, I hear commotion outside, followed by a loud “Fuck!”, so I head out there and around the corner of the cabin, seeing Dean standing there with a disgruntled look on his face.

“It’s completely fucked. I should have replaced it a while ago, I guess.”

“Mind if I take a shower at your place real quick?”

He nods. “For sure. I’ll go grab a flashlight from the shop and see if I can figure out a way to get this working. I might even have some extra elements hiding somewhere.”

“It’s past midnight, don’t worry about it tonight. Besides—I might need some help getting all of this filth off me.”

His eyes light up and he slams the shed door shut. “Our little princess is missing out on all this fun,” he grins.

“We’ll make up for it tomorrow night, after we’ve made her squirm for a few hours.”

We get to his cabin and head inside, Dean walking straight toward the bathroom as soon as we get through the door.

I follow along behind him, stripping off as soon as I get through the bathroom door.

Dean turns on the shower and takes his clothes off as I step in and start lathering up a washcloth.

Once he steps in behind me, I turn around to face him and hand him the cloth.

“How did you manage to get this much grease on you?” he snickers as he runs the cloth from my chest to my groin.

I shrug. “I guess I’m just not used to working with cars as much as you are.”

As he grazes the cloth over my cock, his other hand finds the tip and circles around it. I let out a light growl as he starts to slide his hand up my shaft and back down again, squeezing gently.

“You’re so fucking hard,” Dean groans as he quickens his movements.

Without saying a word, I reach down and wrap my hand around his shaft, lining it up to the tip of my cock as he continues to jerk me off.

He drops the cloth from his hand and places it under where his other hand is, twisting them in opposite directions while I flick the tip of his cock against mine.

I tighten my grip around him, both of us jerking each other off so hard that the sounds of wet slapping is echoing off the bathroom walls.

“I’m gonna fucking come…” Dean growls, placing his forehead against mine as his hands start to grip tighter around me.

“Yeeeahhh… come all over this cock.”

“Fuck…fuck…fuuuckkk…” I feel his release against the tip of my cock and I slow my hand, allowing him to release everything onto me.

As soon as our eyes lock and he continues to twist his hands around my length, I can’t hold back any longer. With one thrust forward with my hips, I line his cock up perfectly with mine and come all over the tip, moaning when I see our come dripping onto the shower floor below us.

“What a waste…Nikki would have swallowed every drop of that,” Dean breathes out, his voice low and exhausted.

“We should have taken a video. That really got her going the last time,” I say, stepping forward under the water and bending down to grab the cloth so I can actually scrub this shit off my skin.

The two of us wipe each other clean and I reach out for our towels. Once we’re done in the bathroom, we head out into the kitchen and I grab myself a drink of cold water while Dean heads straight to bed.

Nikki would have loved what we just did.

I can’t wait to recite every detail to her on the drive tomorrow. Stuck in a car with the two of us— and its only her that can’t participate.