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It was like a switch flipped, and he shoved my borrowed shirt over my head, pausing for a second to take in my naked body in the dim light before descending on me. His skin was warm, the hard planes rubbing against me, and I wish I had time to trace his tattoos with my tongue. Slade’s body was an artist’s wet dream, the muscles and art giving you so many things to drool over. I managed to shove his shorts down with my heels and felt his penis slap against me.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed. Slade dropped his head into my neck at the touch, breathing deeply as I ran my palm up and down his length. His breathing was ragged, and his chest rumbled as I pumped him. He felt long in my hand and girthy. I wondered if he would even fit. I must’ve paused, or perhaps made a sound, because he lifted his head, a cocksure smile on his lips.
“Don’t worry,Peaches, it will fit.”
He licked up my neck before he lifted his body off me. I cried out, thinking he was stopping, but when he bent down and captured my lips again, the kiss was full of heat and promises, and I melted. Slade nipped my bottom lip, holding it between his teeth. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled back, slowly releasing it as he did. Slade had always oozed sex appeal, it was a known fact, but as he pulled back, his smile and brow in that cocky tilt, I didn’t think I’d ever seen a sexier man.
He stepped back, and my eyes dropped to his dick, fully erect, so big, it swung, hitting his thigh with each step. I couldn’t tell what he was doing in the dim light, but I tracked his steps. My hands wandered over my body as I waited for him to return.
He opened a drawer, and I heard him fiddling around in it before the crinkling sound and tearing could be heard. Once he had the condom rolled over himself, he walked back to me, stopping to watch me as I explored my body.
“Peaches, you’re better than anything I imagined, and I’ve imagined younakeda lot.”
I gasped at the honesty, while Slade lifted me, and the head of his snake charmer began its seductive dance toward me. My legs found their way around him like a magnet wanting to be there. Slade’s hands anchored themselves on my hips, and I inhaled a breath, waiting. He descended, attacking my lips again, his tongue battling with mine as we sealed our bodies together.
Staring me straight in the eyes, my breath caught in my throat as Slade, my Tatzilla and bossnemy, slid into me, and my whole body sang out in a chorus of “Hallelujah”.
Nothing had ever felt this magnificent. Nothing.
The only one who might’ve had a chance at being this amazing was Simon, and we’d been inexperienced sixteen-year-olds with no skill to our name. Slade was an alpha male, full of masculinity and sex appeal. When he thrust into me, his long dick had me arching my back, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, seeing stars. It was the most magical penis I’d ever felt.
He never let go of my hips, flexing his fingers as he used them to lift me up and down on him. His pace was unrelenting, and I found my body in a constant state of shuddering and sensitive pressure points. Slade charmed my body like he equally hated and loved me, a thin line between the two as he pounded into me. His grip on my body bordered on possession, his thrusts of aggression, and his kiss of passion.
I was gone, too full of magical peen and stimulation overload to process what any of it meant.
I needed his hands, I needed his cock, and I neededhim. And right at the second, I had it. It was all I could concentrate on.
When he pulled my body all the way up, my legs tightened, my arms wrapping around his neck, as our faces became flushed with one another. He kissed me, his eyelashes fluttering against my cheek as they closed. Plunging into me deep one more time, he held me there as he emptied himself in me, the kiss a searing promise on my lips and heart, and I didn’t know if I would ever be the same.
He laid us down on what I now realized was the tattoo table, and my body tingled from head to toe. I found myself curling into him and falling asleep to the beat of his heart beneath me.
I wished in my heart that he hadn’t meant it. That it could be more.
Slade had marked himself on my skin, and I would never be the same. The walls were down, the gate was open, and I could no longer deny my feelings for him. I was a goner, and I prayed my curse wouldn’t strike me down, breaking my heart into a million pieces once again.
Dear Blaze,
No, I'm not a fish. Are you a fire? It’s a joke. Maybe I'll tell you one day. I don’t think I look like one either.
I suppose it’s good to have a friend like Lemon. She both frustrates and inspires me.
Dark horse, you say? I’d like to think I was that cool, but I’m a nerd who likes to pretend he’s an emo kid. Our town isn’t that progressive, so it’s mostly country boys, preppy guys, or jock asshats. I don’t really fit in with any of them. Lemon is the only one who understands me.
What happened with your brother? What’s your secret? I feel bold asking. I wouldn’t normally do that in person, but maybe you’re right and this pen pal thing can be that. I’ll keep your secrets safe, and you keep mine.
So, confession time, I’ve been in love with the girl next door, my best friend for as long as I can remember. When we were younger, it was that sweet puppy love, and then one day, I realized the beautiful woman she’d become, and my body took notice. The love in my heart switched from puppy love to desire and I could barely be around her without sporting a boner. Thankfully, graphic novels are thick, and I always had one with me. They work well to cover an ill-timed erection, in case you ever find yourself in need.
So why don’t I tell her? I tried once, but it utterly failed. Then the fear of losing her completely overtook me and I succumbed to being her friend figuring it will be better than nothing.
That’s my first secret, but not my only.
Graphic novel… Well, I just finished Ghost World and it was kind of awesome. What do you recommend? Comics, I’m a classic Marvel guy.
I couldn’t imagine moving that much, but I’m also envious of all the experiences you must have. I’ve lived in this small town my whole life where everyone knows all your business. Nothing is a surprise or exciting, but it also sounds like a nightmare to have to start over that many times.
Burn, burn, Blaze.
Fish
