The couple: I am gonna piss

Disclaimer:

1. This is not edited...because I just finished it.

2. This contains some pissing like the title says so if you are not into that, don't read this.

3. Thank you for all your support so far, I know I need to still write a Christmas and New year one shot but I was busy with writing my latest book so I don't know if you would still be interested in that or not.

Thanks again

Enjoy.

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3 am 

The clock ticked at the back of my mind as I tried to listen to old Ross, an elderly man with thick black hair and icy blue eyes, he looked good for his age even though he was seventy, and Louise, a sixty-five woman who always dressed in vintage fashion with cute bonnets, salt and pepper hair, and sweet olive skin, tell his stories of the good old days, something about kilts and logs, my back was aching from my shift behind the bar so I wasn't up for a chat even though he was the sweetest ever, my eyes kept looking at the door for Shawn but he was as unusually late; I turned back to Ross and caught in the last of the story:

"All I saw was a pig's head on a stick and I just ran" I twisted my head back toward them as Lousie burst out laughing while Ross stared at me with wide eyes for effect.

I lean forward my finger tapping the table "a pigs head?" Ross nodded with a tea to his lips.

"true story" he ushered as he leaned back in his seat, eyes on Lousie with a stern nod.

I shook my head in surprise "what?" Louise burst out laughing at my confusion.

She raised her teaspoon at me "well, you were too hob-knobbed on the door that you missed the whole story" she spurred her tea with a sweet smile on her face.

I smiled sheepishly "sorry, I just worry for Shawn, he is never this late and if he is, usually calls" I expressed with my eyes down and fingers playing with the hemp of my shirt.

Louise grabbed my hand and squeezed it "no worries, this is Shawn we are talking about, he is the strong lad I know, he probably got stuck on the job" she patted my hand before turning to Ross.

He cleared his throat "yea, Shawn is a good lad, tough as nails" he grumbled as he was still getting used to the fact that I love the man even though it had been five years later.

I nodded knowing I was probably overthinking it "yea, you two are right" I smiled as Louise's eyes caught something behind me.

"Speak of the fucking devil" she cussed so elegantly "where have you been? Lad, got your missus worried sick" she teased but was met with silence.

I turned to look into Shawn's face but I was greeted with stone cexpressionssed he nodded in greeting to the two elderly, his brows lowered casting a dark shadow over his eyes, and bright red hair was darkened in the dim bar lights and his lips were flat in a thin line, he nodded towards the two before looking down at me with his jawline tensing up, he placed his hand on the back of my seat and gripped it so tight that it made his knuckles turn white, causing a shiver to go up my spine; he moved the chair so I step out which I did quickly, I knew he was in a bad mood.

I grabbed my jacket, struggling it on, and turned to grab my bag but Shawn grabbed it and crushed it between his larger hands, I wiped my head towards the two and smile "I will see you tomorrow, Ross, bye Miss Louise" she gave me a sweet worried smile and small waved while Ross decided on a more direct approach.

He stood to his feet, tall and proud "call me if you need anything, you hear" he said as I nodded with a tight smile.

I grabbed his arm. "Good night, Ross" Shawn's arm snaked my waist as we left the table.

The shadow passed over his hard face as silence settled in the car, we had not said a word to each other as we drove up the swirling roads to our cabin, his knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and his eyes seemed focused but I could see they were miles away, I reached his hand which rested on the stick drive and pulled into my lap, Shawn wasn't someone to just let his emotions out but he was the type to sit in it and try to figure it out and sometimes I would lose him for days as he trying to advance his way out of it; but when he did, I was there to hold his hand and bring him back.

My finger played with his in the dark nestled car and a sign of contentment eased through his lips, the sign that told me that everything would be alright. We pulled up to our one-bedroom loft cabin as three fluffy heads peak out at our truck, Shawn turned the keys vehicle off and just stared at the cabin as if dreading walking into it so I unbuckled my seatbelt leaned over to his side, and gave him a soft kiss but it was greeted by a stiff kiss, I pulled away, thinking I stepped too far but he pulled me onto his lap; placing his head into my shoulder and breathing in my scent, a tear came to my eyes when I heard him whimper.

"Give me a second," he whispered as I nodded and grabbed my keys, leaving him behind the wheel.

I hopped out of the car and sprinted from the cabin as soon as I was inside, I stripped and put on something comfortable, one of Shawn's big tee and a pair of short sweatpants, I moved to the kitchen to prepare some ginger biscuits and ordering Ubereats for whatever was available at this time and feed the three hungry dogs. The scents of ginger, clove, and cinnamon as I sat with my phone open going through my schedule next week at the pud, my feet dangled off the table when Shawn walked through the door, ignoring me completely along with three pups that missed their dad; he went through the house towards his workshop.

Once the ginger biscuits were out of the oven, I grabbed a ??? Coffee and moved towards the unusually silent workshop, I moved across the garden that used to be a weed full mess but Shawn took it upon himself to create a bit of paradise for me, I came to the door and instantly I heard the sound of banging, he must have heard me coming; I stepped into the place to find him hunched over a piece of wood which he hammering.

I gave his big old door a knock "I made ginger biscuit and ??? Coffee" he looked over his shoulder, his eyes were darkened.

"you should have gone to bed" he whispered in the workshop which bathe in orange light.

I smiled "well" I moved closer like he was a scared animal "I can't exactly sleep without you" I let out a giggle but he shook his head and went to carve the wood piece, I placed his. Coffee and biscuits on his desk space before moving behind him, I place my head into his back and wrapped my arms around his waist "I know you need time and I know you don't want to talk about it now but please don't be cold" I whispered into his back, kissing each shoulder blade while as far as I can reach it.

He growled and pulled me in front of him "let me show you something" he pulled me to a massive table made of solid wood, it looked like an oat, it was so tall it came just under my breast, and it was wide as I am tall and one leg was almost as thick as me "I made this for a client, pure oats, it was a bed and breakfast, they going for a rugged theme" he huffed as I touch the hardwood, caressing it with my fingers "and the bloody bastard couldn't pay for it decide that it wasn't what he wanted and ask for a full refund, it was a custom built" he places his hands flat on the surface "all that material waste" he slammed his hand on the table before frantically rubbing it against his face.

I moved toward him, pulling him into a hug "it is fine, we can find someone to take or" I moved to the other end "we could make it fix somewhere in the cabin, it is ok" I tried to reassure him even though I was rightfully pissed.

"you don't understand, I can't sell this as custom anymore so the price goes down, probably only break even and…" he hesitate for a moment, his move towards me and kneeling before me "this was the money for you to go to college" he whispered in shame as if he failed me.

My hands caressed his face, following the structure of his brow "it's ok, we will find another way, I could take up shifts at the bar or I could not go to college, I am happy here" his face turned sore, and stood, slamming the first on the table again.

"It is not fair, every fucking time we try to get a bit ahead of the world some snobby ass dick kicks us down a notch like we haven't been going through it all our lives" he complained, I caresses his hand that was still in a fist on the table "now every time I look at it, I just reminded of that" that's when the idea popped into my head.

I placed my hand on the table "it is sturdy" he gave me a dumbfounded look before grabbing my waist and putting it up onto it.

"What do you think?" his eyes were challenging me to say something else.

I wiggled my hips on the table, but they didn't move "it's ok" I teased, he rolled his eyes which made me giggle, grabbed his belt and pulled him towards me "you said that every time you look at this table, you reminded of that snobby ass fucker, right?" he nodded with an unintentionally pout on his lips "well, let's make new memories then" I bit my lip, wiggled my hips around his legs.

He shook his head, backing off "no, not tonight, I am moody, stressed, and angry, I just don't want to do that to you" he expressed, I pulled him again.

"What if I want it? What if I want you to take all your frustration out on me" he stared at me for a while, and I turned around with my ass pushed up in the air, wiggling it.

"fuck" I heard him curse before my pants were ripped off and pussy spread with his large fingers, he pulled me to the edge of the table, grinding his bulge into my wet lips as the coolness of the zipper glided easily over the wetness.

The sound of his bucket hitting the floor and a shiver of anticipation ran up my back, he rubbed his tip up and down my slit before slowly pushing it in, and my entrance burned as he stretched me but this was a deep pleasure that waited for him to press down on it and when he did a deep throaty whimper fell from my mouth while his big calluses hands grabbed my hips, his growl into my ear which only made me shiver.

He pulled out before slamming into me and I let out a yelp, he pulled out again and slammed back in again, the pain made my legs shake but pleasure curled my toes, he pulled out again but this time he pushed me across the table then pulled back in slam!! And I shook against him, my inside was going crazy, my pussy lips were burning, my hole was quivering and clit was throbbing; my pussy clutched his dick, trying to prepare more wetness but his thrust was coming in too fast and too quickly.

Suddenly pushed deeper into me as he climbed onto the table, keeping up connected but he raised a bent knee and lifted my hips at an angle "This. Fucking. Table" he granted with each thrust and I didn't know who to express the pain and pleasure I was feeling.

He slipped me over and pulled my legs onto his shoulder, began to slam down mercilessly as a familiar feeling of peeing settled in my pelvis, I tried to ignore it because my pussy kept sucking him in as he cussed the table, the client and took out everything my poor quivering pussy, I could help but love every minute of it; my eyes rolled back and toes curled at his assault.

He pushes my legs against my breast, just thrust deeper into me, not caring if he was hitting the right spots or if I was enjoying it but every thrust I scream, moaned, and cussed but that was drowned out but his beastly growls and deep hatred cursing, my mind was numb but my pussy threatened to piss all over his dick:

I patted his arm "Babe, I think I'm gonna piss" he let out a grunting laugh.

"Take it, baby" he pushed deeper, my body wanted to present itself open for him to claim as deep as he wished, my pussy milking his every thrust but my pit was ready to piss all of him.

I grabbed his face, pulling his forehead against mine "I am gonna piss, stop" pleaded as my body jerked against his body.

But he just bit his lip "hold on, baby, this gonna feel…fuck" he dropped his head into my shoulder "oh God, you are milking me" he suddenly onto speed mode, no remorse as I struggled to the stop squeezing in my stomach. I turned around, trying to get away but he pulled me flat on his dick "don't run". I sat on his lap as he pushed his dick up into my pussy, held my arms behind my back, and just jackhammered my pussy.

"Baby!!!" I scream just as the squeezing releases, and warm liquid flows out of me "I am peeing" I whimpered, I tried to move off his dick but he kept me still.

"Fuck!!" he growls with a few whimpers falling from his mouth but thrust deep into me as I felt my pee push around his dick and pool onto his lap "so fucking warm" he grunted, biting into my shoulder until he realized that, at I did pee on him "baby" he whispered but it sounded more like a whimper.

I rolled my eyes back as my cum on his dick while my pee scaled his lap, after coming down from that orgasm "oh God" I expressed before pressing my hands into my face, falling head first into the table, embarrassed.

When I heard a snicker coming from him "baby" he placed his hand on my back "it's ok, we all make accidents" I shoved his hand off my back.

"Shut up" I teased with my face still covered until I felt a lick from my clit to my asshole and turned around quickly to find him licking his lips

He chuckled before pulling me into his arms "how about a shower?" he gave my lips and peak before lifting me off the table and heading to his outdoor shower.