“You have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.” — Catherine Linton.
“Oh my god, Toby…” Cole gasped, looking in through the car window, as I froze in place, while Alexander broke our kiss to look up at the intruder, “What are you doing here, Cole?” Of course he was panting and couldn’t finish the sentence with one breath, but there was an odd calm in his voice, “I should be asking that to you, Xander! For the love of god, stop fucking him now!” He wailed incredulously, as Roulette pulled himself out of me, leaning against the car door behind him.
“We were having sex, Cole,” He answered, running a hand through his disarrayed auburn hair, not giving a fuck that he was sitting stark naked infront of his friend. “That is, until you decided to butt in and ruin the moment.” I forcefully closed my eyes, managing to sit back up, my lower half refusing to budge, “Are you serious, Xander? And Toby?” He looked at me with an horrified expression, “Aren't you with Jeremy?” I sighed, not knowing what to say. Sweat beads were all over my torso, and my mind was muddled with thoughts, “No, they aren't.” Alexander swiftly intervened, neither of us making an effort to put our clothes back on, “Jeremy and Tobias are just having a fling. No relationship of any sort.”
Cole snorted, “I don't think that’s what Jeremy feels, Alexander. Have you considered what he’s going to go through if he comes to know of this?” His accusatory gaze landed on me, “And Toby? You don’t hate Alexander? All of this was an act?”
“Ho, no, no, no.” The other man spoke up with a tinge of mockery, “We’re enemies with benefits, I guess. I hate him with a passion.” And there it was—a swift kick at my stomach again, driving his words ‘I’ve wanted you for so long’ out of my head.
“Not with more passion that what you possess when you kiss him, Alexander,” The third person smirked, to which the person he spoke to, clamped his mouth shut, refusing to speak further, “Anyways, I feel like I owe you both an explanation. I woke up with a sudden urge to drink whiskey. I rummaged the whole fridge, but I couldn’t find it. I remembered that Toby had stashed the bottles somewhere, and so I knocked on the door, only to find the room empty and the door open. You both were no where in the house, and just as I guessed, Xander's car wasn’t in the garage. So, I tracked your number, and when I arrived with my car—” He forced a smile, “You both were moaning and grunting so loud, that the mustang was shaking tremendously. I thought it was someone else’s car, but the number plate told a different story. Toby, please dress up if you can move, and Xander, please return the favor and drive both of yourselves back before Jeremy wakes up.”
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The soft light of the dawn broke in through the slivers of the closed blinds which had been drawn by him the earlier night. The white satin sheets swirled and glowed beneath us — the two people who were entangled with eachother like poisoned ivy. The glow of the sunlight casted at my closed eyelids which fluttered open at the sudden uneasiness of being exposed to light.
The whole room was a blur through my tired eyes, which hadn't rested much last night. Turning over to the right, the bed creaked under my weight, my gaze landing on Roulette, fast asleep beside me. He looked peaceful during his slumber — his tousled hair covering much of the pillow, his chest rising and falling by every breath he took. His arm was wrapped around my torso, his body heat passing in between the negligible space that separated us.
What the fuck? Why was I even sleeping next to him? The answer to that became clear as my mind flooded with the memories of last night after which my asshole clenched in protest. The bedsheets were lowly placed around his waist, allowing me to lap up the sight of this hot a person beside me. How could he look so damn hot in the morning? Last night was a mistake. Yeah, I tried telling that to myself, but my body's reaction told a different story.
My gaze travelled down from the soft flesh of his neck, to his toned chest and I felt a tug at my groin. Was I already getting hard again? What kind of fuckery was this? It was completely unacceptable. Furthermore, I had broken rule number 1, which entailed me not sleeping with whoever I had sex with on the same bed. I hated how a part of me wanted to fuck him again, but then I was too much of a chicken shit to let myself go down the wrong path again. It was dangerous, yet, alluring.
And before I could even realize what I was doing, I was pulling down the sheets that covered his lower half, taking him in my hand. I watched him momentarily stir awake, grumbling something under his breath. Carefully, I crossed over to the other side of the bed, placing myself between the legs which he had carelessly parted in his sleep. I rubbed his shaft, started off slowly but then increasing the pace gradually.
“Last night wasn't enough, I see.” I could hear the tinge of excitement and satisfaction in his voice, and that worked up my enthusiasm up a few more notches. Reluctantly, I took him in my mouth, my tongue circling all over his hardened flesh, relishing how hot the act was. A low moan escaped from this throat, giving me the pleasure of me being able to give him pleasure. I had never sucked someone off. I was a fan of receiving fellatios, true. But I never felt like returning the favour.
I was disgusted and horny at the same time. A part of me wanted to slap myself in the face for letting my hormones go out of hand whenever he was near me, and the other part was patting my back for taking the initiative on my side of it. Nevertheless, I didn’t let my self deprecating thoughts stop me, as I bobbed my head up and down, taking in his full length. Damn, he was large, and I was probably deep throating.
“Fuck…” A shaky groan shook his body, and I felt his fingers entangle in my hair, slightly tugging at it. I watched him arching his back in pleasure, his fingers still working on my hair, urging me to take in more. “Took you long enough.” I breathed rashly, taking in the full length, after which I felt him hit the back of my throat. Woah, the feeling of him inside of my mouth, was euphoric and he threw his head back, chest heaving with rapid and ragged breaths, his grip on my hair strengthening.
“I'm so near…” He growled, his body shaking with tremors while he ached for release, and my gaze travelled up his naked torso, my mouth working on his fly, licking it sideways. One hand kept him in position, while the other trailed up from his bottom abdomen to the taut muscles of his chest, lightly caressing them. And then as sudden as it came, I heard him sharply curse under his breath, ribbons of liquid shooting down the course of my throat. Ah, this was it.
The liquid was bitter and alkaline and had a weird taste to it. Weird good, obviously. My mouth detached itself from his shaft, as I rose from my earlier position. Tongue darting out on it’s own, I eagerly licked my lips while he watched me with dazed eyes, as if he were completely bewitched. The look on his face puzzled me for a second, and I wondered if I was bad at blowjobs. “That was…amazing. Let me return the favour.”