Chapter 26 #2
I take my coat off and lay it on the counter, and pick up the snacks.
I kick off my shoes and sit next to him, dropping the food on the small table in front of the sofa.
I turn to face him. I rest my elbow on the sofa as he cracks open the vodka and chugs directly from it.
His brow furrows, and his lips pull away from the bottle neck.
He licks his lips as he screws the cap back on, and I surge forward, wanting to break the ice.
I crash my lips to his. I want to make this right.
If I can make him feel good, it will help.
The bottle drops between us as he turns and grips the back of my neck, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
I wince a little, and he smiles against my lips.
Pushing everything I have into this kiss, I want to show him I’m sorry and that he’s the one I want.
I wrap my arms around him, and he groans into me, pulling back and pushing my shoulder away.
“I’m not gonna forgive you so easily, you’re gonna need to work for it, baby.”
He gives me a smile that actually feels genuine, and then his gaze flicks to his crotch and back up as he bites his lip.
I lean back and pick up the bottle, my eyes never straying from his as I remove the cap.
I take a big gulp, then another, before I spin the cap back on and slowly set it beside him on the sofa.
I stand and move the table away, and kneel in front of him.
I reach for the waist of his joggers and tug them down.
He lifts his hips as I flick his boxers down just enough to let his dick bob free.
I stare at him before wrapping my hand around his cock and slowly stroking it.
I smile before I lean forward, licking all the way from the base to the tip.
He shudders, and his hand slides into my hair.
“That’s a really good start, baby.” His grip tightens as I open my mouth and slip his dick past my lips, trying not to split my lip anymore. His hips buck up to meet my face as he holds my head down.
“Gag on it.” He thrusts to the back of my throat, and I gag a little.
He’s not got the biggest dick, so I can comfortably handle it in my mouth.
I stroke and pull off slightly as I flick my tongue out, licking over the tip before plunging him into my mouth again.
He grunts and bucks. “You’re gonna have to work harder than that.
” He grins at me, and I give him a small smile as I wrap my tongue around him.
licking over his shaft and sliding my mouth down, engulfing him, opening up my throat and gagging a little as I bottom out.
His grip tightens in my hair, and he thrusts again.
“Oh yeah, baby.” He grins down at me, the smile widening across his face, making him look handsome.
And I try to suck and lick. He groans until his hold hardens, and he keeps his hips pressed against my face.
He pulses, and his thighs tense as he thrusts into my throat while he comes.
He gasps and twitches as I pop off his dick, and his hand relaxes.
I lift off him. I stare into his eyes, and I take the vodka, taking a big gulp and smiling at him.
We stare at each other for a minute, and his face relaxes.
The hate and animosity have gone, and I slide beside him and lean against him, taking another drink and passing him the bottle.
I pull his boxers up, tuck his dick away, and we sit in silence, passing the bottle back and forth.
His arm curls around my shoulder. It’s nice.
He flicks the TV on, and we eat snacks, drink vodka, and chuckle at some random sitcom.
The heat from the vodka seeps into my bones, making me warm and fuzzy. I take a drink from the bottle. I place it on the table, and I climb over his lap. His hands slide to my hips, and I grind against him.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” I smile down at him, and my hips rock against him.
“Do something about it, then.” He pushes me off him.
I step back. He drags the table to the side and pulls out the sofa bed.
He grins at me and starts to undress, slowly dropping his clothes on the floor.
I follow his lead and remove my clothes.
I walk over to my bag and grab the lube and condoms, and crawl up on the bed.
Generously squeezing the lube into my hand while he stands and stares at me.
I rub it into both hands. I slide one hand over my dick and widen my legs, rubbing my ass with the other.
He bites his lip and watches me. A hungry glare spreads across his face.
I slide one finger inside me, shivering as I slowly slide my hand up and down my shaft.
After pressing in another finger, I shuffle so I’m fully laid out, and I add a third. I groan.
“Fuck me, Derren.” He looks at the condoms, but then climbs over my body. “We don’t need those.”
“But…” He kisses me, and I melt. He pulls my hand from my ass and holds his dick against me. He pushes in, and I gasp as I start to grip my dick harder, and my speed picks up. My breathing elevates as he pushes right inside.
“Fuck, Scott.” He pulls his hips back, and I groan before he slams back inside me.
I lose myself, concentrating on the feeling of my hand, his dick inside me as he fucks me, and his lips on mine as he kisses me.
It feels nice. It feels good. I grind against him, my hand still wrapped around my dick. I buck into my palm.
“I’m gonna come,” I stutter out as he grits his teeth.
“Oh, fuck, me too,” he grunts as he comes. And I spurt onto my stomach. It’s a weird sensation; When he pulls out, and his cum seeps out of me, it makes me shudder. He snatches my top off the floor.
“Fuck, don’t get it on the bed.” I stuff the fabric under my ass and wipe it, and then my stomach. “Bathrooms through there.” He nods to one of the doors. I shuffle to the end of the bed and scurry into the tiny bathroom to clean myself up. When I step back inside the room, he’s under the covers.
“I’m gonna go to bed now.” I walk over to the bed, but he just shakes his head. “You can get yourself back, okay, right?” He’s already flicking through the channels.
“Erm… Yeah, sure.” Tightness spreads through my chest, my eyes burn, but the happiness I just felt is gone in an instant.
Stuffing my cum-covered top in my bag, I rush to put the rest of my clothes on.
I pick up my coat and turn to look at him.
He’s flicking through the TV channels, barely looking at me.
“I’ll just go then, shall I? Can I grab my phone? I’ll text you when I get home.”
“Erm, yeah, sure it’s over there.” He nods, and then I turn and walk away.
I want to cry. I want to scream, but I grab my phone and step outside into the hallway.
My back slams against the door, clutching my phone to my chest before pushing off, and I walk down the stairs.
Stuffing my feelings down, I just feel numb.
My footsteps echo in the stairwell, and I stare at my phone and drop a pin to Steven. With the message.
Scott: Can you come get me?
Steven: Yeah