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“Hey, beautiful,” he said and the words made me cringe instantly. “Heading to work?”
“Uhm… yeah. I think I’m late actually, so you have to go.”
He looked surprised. “Oh, really?”
“Mmhmmm” That was my best way of not sounding like a jerk.
“Okay, have you gotten something to eat?”
“No, will probably grab a bagel on my way.”
“And where are you going to find that?”
“I don’t know.” I didn’t look at him as I responded. I hoped he didn’t notice, but I couldn’t look at him butt-naked. But, for some reason, he found it very comforting to lie on my bed, bare, with no boxer shorts, or sheets on, just his dick swinging to the side of his thigh, its hairs visible and irking. I wondered, Did he actually have so many last night? And, wait, if he only pleasured me why was he even in the nude? I had so many questions I did not want answered.
“Well, let me make you something.” And he stood and his dick fell limp, down in the middle. All of him was so accentuated, the bulging veins, his abs, you would think he was a sculpting. “What do you have?”
I couldn’t tell whether he was disgusting or sexy, in an irritating way. How he remained naked, and ransacked through my cupboards, or how he scratched his butt when he bent over the sink to wash his hands. He was a tall, sexy, naked mess. I didn’t want to have him in my house anymore than I already had, but I had to devise a plan of sending him out without hurting his feelings so I could still call him whenever.
Sadly, I went straight for the jugular. “I really think you should leave. Where are your clothes?”
He looked up from the cupboard he was searching, squatted, and squirmed. Like, he actually squirmed, as his own way of telling me that he didn’t want to go. I felt that was stupid, and he must have immediately gotten that from my facial expressions, because then, he said, “Alrighty.” Really, how old was he?
He strutted to his side of the bed where he had slept and squatted again to scour for his clothes. I’m very sure he must have felt the breeze brush past his asshole, because I was staring at how it spread open. Just another one of my good fantasies he’d succeeded in ruining.
At the door, he then said, “So, we’ll see later, huh?”
“Yeah, for sure.” I didn’t want to ruin his day, but I felt like we weren’t going to hang out anymore, because I just wasn’t feeling it.
* * *
I was wrong.We spent the next three nights fucking the hell out of each other, and the next morning, in each other’s arms. Every morning I would swear it wasn’t going to happen again, but I would find myself drawn to him the same evening when he would pull up at my office, just at the moment I was getting off, his Lamborghini ready to take us to where we needed to be. Because of the proximity of my workplace to home, I’d just preferred to work, and knowing I would be tired afterward, he’d taken initiative and appeared just in time.
Last night’s sex was even better than before. He just bit his lips, took off his clothes and allowed me take the lead. I pushed him on the bed, like an animal, hungry, waiting with bated breath to devour every alluring piece of him. I wanted him in me, but I wanted him to feel every bit of me, as much as I felt him. So, I began by taking a stance on him. I’d loved for him to eat me out before I gave him the real deal. Dessert before the meal. And when he was done, like it wasn’t enough, because it just wasn’t, I made myself very comfortable on his dick, pouncing and moaning, taking it slow.
I was wrong. We spent the next three nights fucking the hell out of each other, and the next morning, in each other’s arms. Every morning I would swear it wasn’t going to happen again, but I would find myself drawn to him the same evening when he would pull up at my office, just at the moment I was getting off, his Lamborghini ready to take us to where we needed to be. Because of the proximity of my workplace to home, I’d just preferred to work, and knowing I would be tired afterward, he’d taken initiative and appeared just in time.
Last night’s sex was even better than before. He just bit his lips, took off his clothes and allowed me take the lead. I pushed him on the bed, like an animal, hungry, waiting with bated breath to devour every alluring piece of him. I wanted him in me, but I wanted him to feel every bit of me, as much as I felt him. So, I began by taking a stance on him. I’d loved for him to eat me out before I gave him the real deal. Dessert before the meal. And when he was done, like it wasn’t enough, because it just wasn’t, I made myself very comfortable on his dick, pouncing and moaning, taking it slow.
He moaned grudgingly though, like he didn’t want me to hear the pain he felt behind all that pleasure. Or maybe he was coming, I didn’t know, so I whispered, “Not yet.”
Whether he heard me or not, he kept pounding slowly and unselfishly, so I could taste every inch of him. There was something I couldn’t just quite put my finger around; why he wasn’t so agile or forceful, why it took him so much time to come, but I was already there, on him, moaning non-stop, screaming in off-key tunes, even though I was the one in control. But I was already there, and as soon as I was, he came, too. And I just fell asleep on his hirsute chest.
“So, how about that huh?” he asked, waking up, seeing me stare at him, the sheets spread over our naked bodies.
“How about what?”
“You know what, your staring…”
“Was I staring?”
Whether he heard me or not, he kept pounding slowly and unselfishly, so I could taste every inch of him. There was something I couldn’t just quite put my finger around; why he wasn’t so agile or forceful, why it took him so much time to come, but I was already there, on him, moaning non-stop, screaming in off-key tunes, even though I was the one in control. But I was already there, and as soon as I was, he came, too. And I just fell asleep on his hirsute chest.
“So, how about that huh?” he asked, waking up, seeing me stare at him, the sheets spread over our naked bodies.
“How about what?”
“You know what, your staring…”
