8. Ruin It
8
RUIN IT
KYLE
T his was so wrong.
I should go away.
I shouldn’t have… but his video?—
What the heck are you doing, Kyle?
It happened moments after Anna left for her swim. I was sitting on the couch with my laptop open as I checked the spread sheets with AirPods in my ears when I noticed I had a message from an unknown number.
A video message.
I opened it without thinking because it was sent around one in the morning and I didn’t know anyone who would send me, out of all people, a video so late—or early in the morning.
My eyes widened when I saw a shirtless tattooed man pressing some sort of fabric on his nose and groaning. I quickly exited the message, my hands getting clammy as I eyed the number again. Curiosity got the better of me and I opened the video again. Lowering the volume even though I had earphones on.
Your pussy smells like heaven, pretty . He groaned and my lips parted when I saw his… oh god.
“I remember you,” I mumbled to myself. His dick was long and girthy with glinting piercing on the top. I noticed his nipple and belly piercings, his tattoo, his face.
I remembered him. Of course, I remembered him. Why wouldn’t I remember the face and cock of the person I had worshiped on my knees?
And how easily he had made me cum with his mouth on my cock and a finger?—
“Oh my god,” I covered my mouth as images of that one drunk night from almost a year ago flashed in my mind.
I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t. I’m sure.
But my eyes trailed back to the screen, watching him jerk off holding the fabric— oh shit, are those panties?! I swallowed when pre-cum glistened on the tip of his head, his abs clenching as his moans echoed in my ears.
Look how well I’m taking care of your pretty panties, hm .
He moaned. But he moaned louder when he was with me.
What the heck are you thinking, Kyle?! I shook those images out of my head and clenched my hand in a fist when his hips jerked into his hand. I remembered his silver rings too. But his hair was shorter. In the video, the tips of his hair brushed his shoulder.
I want to fuck you so fucking bad.
My dick twitched in my pants as I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, watching the handsome man fondle his balls. I had done it too. His eyes were dark and mischievous when I had struggled, not knowing how to touch a dick.
Even in the video, from what I could make of his eyes they were full of mischief and desire.
I should stop. Really . He must have accidentally sent me the message that was obviously meant for someone else. Some woman?
Probably.
Should I keep your torn pretty thong clean so you can give me another because I’m a good boy? Or should I ruin it with my cum so you’ll have to give me another one because I’m a bad boy, hm?
“Ruin it,” I heard myself whisper, answering him. My pants filled out and I was uncomfortably hard, but I kept watching. I licked my lips in anticipation even though I knew what he was going to do?—
Your mouth would feel so good right now, pretty.
I bit my lip. The weight and feel of his cock had felt warm and nice. I leaned closer to the screen, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose, his eyes were pinned on the camera as he dirty talked about biting and marking the person who was meant to receive the video.
My hand reached down to adjust myself when I heard him?—
Fuck, Anna.
Anna? My brows furrowed and flush bloomed in my cheeks when he exploded, coming all over his hands, abs and the panties.
My eyes were fixed on his cum when he picked up his phone, a smirk curled on the corner of his lips, soft pink blush on his cheeks. I’ll see you soon, pretty . He winked and the video ended.
I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and looked down at the tent on my pants.
I wasn’t gay. It was just one night. I wasn’t… right?
I stared at the message until my eyes burned and I blinked. Anna. Why was he moaning her name? Did he know her?
Standing up, I paced around the room. Did they know each other? But how? Anna was a sweet mom to Alice and Aaron. As far as I knew, she didn’t date. My grandma and I babysat Alice, so I knew that she baked cookies for the seniors who came to her Pilates studio on weekends.
“Kyle?” I turned around to see my grandma slowly closing the door of her room. “Are you okay, son?”
I smiled. “Yes, grandma. Why did you wake up so early?”
Her eyes wrinkled when she smiled. “I couldn’t sleep. When you get older, you start to sleep late and wake up early.” She frowned at my laptop, her white hair coiled in a bun. “You were working again? I can look after a six-year-old on my own, you know?”
“I know, grandma.” After all, she was the only parental figure in my life.
I chewed on my lip and pocketed my phone. “I… I’m just going to get some air.” I kissed her on the cheek and said, “I’ll be right back. Call me if you need anything.”
She grumbled a reply as she sat down on the couch and picked up her Bible. I wasn’t religious and she let me choose my faith growing up, but I liked the routine of going to church with her on Sundays.
I sighed, stepping out of the suite and wandered around the hotel. I needed to pick up my suit for the wedding from the hotel dry-cleaning. Anna had asked me to bring a plus one, but I hadn’t dated anyone since Marissa passed away five years ago.
Anyone but that guy…
I shoved those thoughts away. It was just one night. It didn’t mean anything?—
I saw the sign for the pool’s direction and made my way there. I didn’t know why, but I wanted to check up on Anna. I couldn’t just pull up the video and ask her if she knew the guy in the video and why was he moaning her name while shooting a mini porno for her?
I hovered by the door, narrowing my eyes at the maintenance sign. But the maintenance timing was from five to six in the morning. It was literally written on the sign. I was about to go back and call the reception when I saw two people. I leaned closer and opened the one set of doors with the maintenance sign, ignoring it. I peeked from the glass doors and saw two naked people on the lounge chair?—
My heart hammered in my ribs recognizing the long dark wet hair of Anna and the tattoos of the man from the video.
What the fuck?
I was just about to pull away when the man kneeled behind her. My cock surged back up, noting the damp skin of Anna and her pretty breasts jiggling, metal glinting on each of her nipples. Fuck, did she have nipple piercings? My mouth went dry when I looked over her, to the man kneeling behind her, making me freeze.
He was watching me.
I held my breath when he smirked and leaned close to her pussy and slowly licked her, the pink of his tongue flattening against her sex.
With his eyes pinned on me.
Anna’s muffled moan reached my ears. His tongue pulled away so I could see the white cream on his tongue before he swallowed it, licking his lips.
I bit my lip when he did it again, his dark eyes, full of mischief and need, burning at me.
Fuck.
What the hell was I doing?