Doyle: Toilet Break V

"That... what do you mean...?" I asked, my voice in a low whisper.

"Exactly what I said."

As I wrapped my head around his sentence, I felt his hands firmly holding onto my waist. I turned to look at his face as I craned my neck to look behind me.

"Tsk. Look forward." Doyle said impatiently as he pushed my face to look at the cubicle door.

I felt conflicted from his statement as I felt a frown forming on my lips. Why can't I look at his face? He didn't mind earlier.

"Wh-why...?" I blurted out as I then realised my mistake. I immediately clammed my mouth shut as I shook my head. I hope he didn't hear that!

"Why? Because... I don't want you to look at my face for now... It's... just close your eyes and imagine that it's Rayson doing this to you."

My eyes widened at his statement as I felt his hand caress my skin once more. What does he mean think about Rayson?! As if he would do such things... ... Plus... it's hard to imagine him when Doyle's face is easily visualised in my head.

"Q... quit making a joke of me! Nngh... Ray... Rayson...ah... won't do this kind of thing..." I groaned as I felt his thick fingers sliding into me again.

"... You think too highly of him. Ngh. ... Rayson is anything but a good guy." Doyle whispered lowly into my ear as I gritted my teeth.

"You're his friend! How could you say such things about him! I feel sorry he even thinks of you as a friend..." I yelled as I turned to hit Doyle's chest. My eyes opened only to find tears streaming down his cheeks.

"H-huh... Why are you crying? ... It's... not my fault right...?" I hesitantly asked as I panicked internally. Why is he crying all of a sudden? Maybe he felt frustrated when I said that Doyle was a terrible friend to Rayson?

"Fault... It is... your fault. That's why... I'll have you pay with your body." Doyle said as he swiped the tears off with his free hand.

I gasped as he locked our lips together again. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to breathe. He was moving so fast, I found it a little hard to follow his lead.

I moaned into his mouth as he added another finger to my entrance, scissoring my inner walls as he then scraped them. My fingers grasp onto his shirt as I pull them into a tight grip. It was making my head go blank.

"Ngh... haa... Doyle... a... air... I can't... breathe..." I gasp as I felt my lungs give out. My grip on his shirt loosened as I felt my head turn hazy. My eyes grew cloudy as I felt myself falling backwards only to be caught.

"Len! Breathe!" Doyle exclaimed as I felt myself drifting. His voice sounded really far as I shut my heavy eyelids. Maybe... everything that had just happened... was a dream...

Almost to prove my point wrong, I felt a thick and hot rod pressed against my entrance. It then filled me, stretching my inner walls as it forced me to descend back to reality.

"GAASP! HOO.... B..IG..." I gasped as my arms found its way around Doyle's neck. Instead of the initial pain I felt, the shape and length of his shaft now seemed to fit perfectly.

"You okay?" Doyle asked as he pulled my shoulders back, inspecting my face.

"Huwwaa... Y...yeshh...?" I said as my words slurred. My mind felt foggy and my head light. I only knew for a fact that we were joined once more.

Doyle grinned as he pulled his shaft up till the hilt, making me groan from the movement. My inside felt empty as I nibbled his ear.

"Nnga... Put it... back... in...!" I moaned as he suddenly plunged his full length back inside me, making my body shiver from excitement.

"Wai! That's! ...Nngh... Doyle!" I gasped for air as my hands dangled loosely over his large back. He's scraping and moving really slowly. It felt extremely good as it felt gentle. However, with his slow pace, it gave my body time to remember his shape and that was what drove me nuts.

His notion of pulling his shaft up till the tip before plunging back in made my body twitch for more. It craved for him and that made me feel conflicted.

"Di... didn't you say... we were... pressed for time...? Hanh! Why... Ngh... Are you... moving... so slowly...?" I ask in between breaths.

"Huh...? I did? Well... Gh... I want you to... remember this... feeling... and who is... fucking you right... now!" Doyle said as he suddenly increased his pace.

"Gah! Wait! Wait! Too fast! Doyle!" I moaned as I leaned against his body. My body felt weak as I shut my eyes, taking in the strong and rhythmic slapping of our bodies.

His balls slapped against my buttocks as I heard the wet sound of our groins clapping together. I tried to keep my voice down as I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Nngghh... Doyle... ah! I'm... I'm... close..." I moaned into his ear as I bit onto my lower lip. My saliva rolled down my chin as I felt his tempo increase yet again.

"Tsk. Me too... Len... together... Gnh..."

Just as he said that, I felt my body trembling. I felt a strong gush of pressure bloating up my stomach as I arched my back, taking it all in. My body spasmed as I leaned limply against the cubicle door.

"Aa.... I... feel so... full..." I whispered as my hazy eyes caught Doyle's. His face was flushed as well and he leaned in to kiss me.

As his tongue swirled around mine, I heard a phone ring. My eyes widened as I felt anxiety kick in. W-who's phone was that?! Did they hear anything?!

I panicked with the thought as my eyes trailed the muscular body belonging to Doyle. I gulped down the lump in my throat as I felt his shaft starting to erect once again from within me. Oh, he hadn't pulled out.

"Hello?" Doyle said, pulling me out of my stupor. My eyes then swept the scene before me as I noticed Doyle answering his smartphone.

What?! Wait! Wait! At least pull out if you are going to answer the phone!

As I struggled with my thoughts, Doyle turned me to face the door as he moved his hips slowly. I gasped from the notion and held onto his arm for support, while my upper body was leaned against the cubicle door.

"Yes. The work... corporation... They said..." Doyle's voiced lowered to a soft murmur as I felt myself focusing more on his movements. I tried to keep my voice at bay by biting onto my shirt collar, but still, some of my voice leaked out.

~~~! If he's going to do this! At least help me out a little! How am I supposed to hold my voice back if he keeps rubbing that area?!

"Ah!" I moaned as he bumped my g-spot with force. It was a loud moan, my face grew a little pale as I clammed my mouth shut, shaking my head.

Nonononononono! I can't.... My voice... Is going to...

"Ah! Doyle! Hah... Stop! Rubbing... there... Hanh... Wait... Slow down...!" I moaned as I felt Doyle picking up his initial pace. He started to pound his thick rod deeper into me, making the initial liquid froth inside me.

"Ghnn... wait... the... inside... its... it feels weird..." I said in between breaths as I felt my nipples rub against the wooden cubicle door. The wood felt smooth on my skin as I leaned against it with my forehead touching the door.

"Just... Cum already.... I'm... close..." Doyle groaned as he pulled my waist close to his.

I squeezed my eyes shut as the heat enveloped me from below. My stomach felt bloated as I felt his hot liquid gushing within me. The initial liquid probably had turned frothy because my stomach felt really full.

"Mmmmmnnnnnnn~!" I moaned as I arched my back. A single line of saliva rolled down my chin as I felt my face burn.

Doyle then pulled out, leaving me shivering from the lack of his body heat. My body still twitched from our initial activity.

"I... I can't... move..." I whimpered as I felt some of Doyle's hot liquid trickling down my inner thigh.

Doyle said nothing as he reached down to grab me. My arms hung loosely against his neck as I breathed in his musky scent. My body lay limp against him as he sat me on his lap once again.

"Hold still... I'm going to clean you."

"Huh? What? Wait... what do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said." Doyle said with a grin.