Chapter 9 #3
He goes silent and freezes before yelling out as he comes.
I crash into him a few times before following him over the edge.
I roar my release into the condom before pulling out and flopping onto my back.
He collapses onto his stomach before making an uncomfortable sound as he ends up lying in the wet patch. I chuckle.
“Do you need to go?” His gaze flicks to mine.
“Do you want me to go?”
He shakes his head. “I could go again.” He smiles, shrugging as if to say, or not if you don’t want to.
I roll him onto his back, move my body against his, and kiss him.
His arms wrap around me, his leg slides over my hip, and I stroke my hand down, pulling his thigh higher.
Wrapped around each other, our arms and legs entwined, we kiss and rock our bodies together.
It feels good to have someone to hold; it won’t last, it never does, but I’m good with that.
His fingers trace my tattoos as we lose ourselves in just having someone, even if it’s only for a night.
As our dicks start to get hard again, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs another condom, grinning at me.
I slide it on, and he turns on his side, giving me his back.
I nudge against his body and nip at his shoulder. I press myself into him.
“Ready?” I whisper across his cheek as I lick and nip over his shoulder. He nods, and I push into him. Dirty groans spill from his lips, and he reaches over, grabbing for the back of my neck, holding me to him as I slide inside. His body shudders with pleasure.
“Fuck.” he breathes out, and I grin. My hips take it slower this time.
I slide in and out, the desperation gone, while we just fuck.
I wrap my arm around him and stroke my hand around his hip and over his hard dick.
Tightening my fingers, rubbing my thumb over his tip, he bucks against my hand as I gently thrust inside him.
Our hips rock together as we groan and breathe heavier.
His hand slides down as he tugs and pulls at his own nipples.
He gasps as he twists at them before he stretches his hand down and digs his nails into my ass as we move together.
Writhing in the pleasure of having a warm body in his bed, making our blood pump, pleasure nips and tingles across our skin.
He thrusts into my hand as I buck into his tight ass, gripping me so freaking deliciously.
My breath hitches as my balls start to tighten, and I clutch his dick a little firmer, picking up my pace as his hips twitch, and heat spreads over my hands as he comes, spilling over my knuckles.
I kiss along his shoulder, and he groans.
His head drops forward as he just breathes, our hearts pounding, and silence fills the air.
We lie still for a while before I slowly pull out. He shudders and lets out a sigh. He pulls my arm around him and holds me to him. His fingers brush absently over my skin. I hold him a little tighter as we just lie there.
“What time is it?” I question, I have to be at the shop soon, so maybe a couple of hours’ sleep would be a great idea.
“Five,” he whispers.
I kiss his shoulder and allow my eyes to close. I relax and let myself just breathe him in.
“Shit,” the voice grunts. He pulls away from me, and I pry my eyes open.
An unsure feeling of where I am before realisation settles in.
I’m in the guy from the club’s bed. He’s rushing around in the room, and I blink, clearing the dazed sleep from my tired brain.
I roll onto my back and slip my hand behind my head.
“What ya doing?”
He’s snatching clothes off the floor. “You gotta go, dude.”
“What?” I frown, I mean, I wasn’t planning on staying. I have work, but I also didn’t think I was gonna be woken up with him rushing around in total panic.
“He’ll be home in thirty minutes. Please, you have to go.”
“Who?” I sit up. “What’s going on?”
“My boyfriend. He works nights. Please, just go.” He throws my clothes onto the bed, and I move to the end.
I shake my head in disbelief. I wasn’t expecting a relationship or anything, but a morning fuck and maybe breakfast if I was lucky before I left.
I wasn’t expecting to be pushed out the door semi-naked.
After pulling my clothes on in silence, I don’t bother looking over at him. I walk straight out the door while he tries to clean up, making the bed, and emptying the bin.
“Good luck with that.” I grin as I walk out the door.
The place stinks of sex and stale alcohol.
I step onto the curb and tug my phone out of my pocket.
I hear the windows open. And glance up, imagining him wafting the smell, trying to rid the apartment of me.
I glance around, looking for a street sign.
But have no idea where I am. A car pulls up, and a guy gets out.
“You lost?” He glares at me.
“Nah, just ordering an Uber.”
He scowls and climbs the steps up to the building.
“Thanks,” I call after him. Waiting on the street, I glare up at the open windows of the apartment I just left. I stand there for a few minutes, and then I hear muffled raised voices. Oops. I wonder if that guy is the boyfriend.
Then I hear it: furious yelling. Screaming back and forth.
A clatter rings out of the window and echoes off the buildings.
I grit my teeth because not my circus, not my fucking monkeys.
If he’d been honest, I wouldn’t have gone back.
I don’t play those games. I have no sympathy, other than for the guy who’s just got home from work to find his boyfriend thoroughly railed and his apartment stinking of another dude.
The Uber pulls up, and I climb in, staring at the building.
I give him my address, and I lean back in the seat as we make our way across town.
When we pull up outside the shop, I pay the driver and climb out onto the street.
I blow out a breath and make my way inside.
I need to wash the night off me and reset.
I’m covered in fucking glitter. That’s gonna be a bastard to get off.
Whatever happened this morning, I had a great fuck, and I need to wash that off me too before I try to tattoo anyone.