Chapter 17 #2
“Mark me,” I beg as I feel him jerk erratically, knowing he’s close to coming.
If I can’t have him, I want something to remember him by.
He grunts and fucks into me harder, and I nearly collapse.
His arms catch me round my chest and he pulls me back towards him, his sweat-slick chest sliding against my back.
He clamps his teeth onto the back of my shoulder at the base of my neck, and I groan, the delicious pain breaking over me.
I feel him come and he shudders to a halt.
I’m only vaguely aware of him laying me down, slipping out of my battered hole, and whispering “good boy” before sweet oblivion takes over.
“Unngh.” It’s about as much as I can manage to say as a hand gently shakes me.
“Hey, cutie.”
“Hey, what time is it?” I sit up quickly, worried I’ve missed work. I regret it immediately as dizziness overtakes me and I collapse back on the bed.
“It’s nine, you still have time,” Andrés says and relief floods through me. I think it might take me that hour just to be able to stand up. The smell of food—bacon—wafts towards me. My stomach is hollow; I’ve never felt so hungry.
“Is that breakfast?”
“It is, do you want to eat first or shower?”
It’s a good question and I take a few seconds to decide. My stomach growls, giving me the answer.
“I think I need to eat to have the energy to shower,” I say, sitting up slowly this time and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
I feel drained. Even the table looks too far away.
Eventually I make it upright and cross the room, sinking into one of the chairs.
Andrés pours me a coffee and I start to assemble a bacon sandwich.
Once I’ve taken a few bites and the magic works, I feel more human.
That’s when I notice that Andrés is dressed in jeans and a white shirt, looking gorgeous but also disgustingly fresh.
I look around at the room that was in disarray last night.
It’s tidy and his cases are packed and standing by the door. How did I sleep through it?
“Don’t you need sleep?” I ask and wave my hand at him. “There you are all handsome and awake. It’s disgusting.”
“I did get some sleep, but I know when I’m on that plane, I’ll sleep for eight hours. I don’t have a ten hour or whatever shift to do like you.”
“Thank you. How long was I asleep for?” I ask, finishing up my breakfast.
“A couple of hours.”
It’s not enough, really, but I know when I get into the kitchen I’ll be able to keep going, and tonight, well, I can crash and sleep as there’ll be no Andrés.
Now the time for him to leave has come, I can’t stand it.
I rise and go to the bathroom. I need a shower, and the water will wash away the tears that are about to start running down my face.
I don’t want him to see them. The water stings where he bit me and I lift my fingers up to touch it.
I turn so I can see it in the mirror. He broke the skin and there’s a part of me that hopes it scars, leaving a permanent mark.
I stay under the shower longer than needed, only switching the water off when I feel like I can breathe normally again.
When I come out into the room, Andrés is looking restless.
I know the feeling when you’re ready to go but there’s a little time yet and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
My clothes are on a chair and I dress quickly.
There’s no need to prolong this. His coat is hanging over the back of the chair.
“This is yours,” I say, picking it up.
“I want you to have it. I have other coats, and anyway, it looks better on you.” I know that’s a lie but I don’t call him out on it. He comes over and takes it off me, holding it out for me to put on. When I turn back around he tucks it round me.
“It’ll make me feel better knowing you’re warm up here. It gets even colder in January.”
“Thanks,” I whisper, his kindness and words threatening to bring back the tears. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“Then don’t say the words, because it’s not. We will see each other again. Soon.”
His words have a firm edge to them, and I let their strength seep into me. I pull out my phone and unlock it, then I hand it to him.
“I want regular messages and dick pics, please. Lots of dick pics,” I say, and he snorts as he passes me his phone. I put in my number, adding the contact as Cutie. He chuckles as I pass it back, then I see the name he put in. Sweetheart.
He pulls me into a deep kiss, almost bending me backwards. I return it with desperation and longing, trying to fit a month’s worth of kisses into a few short moments. Finally he releases me.
“I gotta go to work,” I say quietly and he nods, following me to the door. “Let me know when you get there safely.”
“I will.” I see him swallow and I know he’s struggling to keep it together as much as me. A part of me wants to cry, “take me with you,” but I know it has to be this way.
“Look after my horse, alright?” I say as I open the door, and he smiles and ever-so-slightly rolls his eyes.
“Sometimes I think you like my horse more than me.”
“One day I’ll tell you if that’s true or not.” His soft laugh is the last sound I hear before the door clicks shut behind me.