“Whatever our souls are made up of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.” — Catherine Earnshaw.
The blowjob which he had given me, was much more knee buckling than his. I could tell so, because I had never been sucked off like that in my whole history of debauchery. But, even that wasn’t enough. The feeling of desire rushing back just after we both came within a span of ten minutes max due to respective blowjobs given to eachother was highly bothering me.
Deep down, I knew what I wanted; him to fuck me, but harder than he had the earlier night. Heat coursed through my veins, boggling my mind as he stared at me with lust filled eyes, demanding or waiting for a move. I smashed my lips against his, swiftly taking him by surprise, my knees digging in the soft mattress. It was filled with heat and adrenaline, and he immediately responded to it, pushing his head forward to deepen the kiss.
It seemed as if he loved the way I was unable to remove my lips from his own, keeping in mind the way it enveloped his completely. Feeling the heated need to express dominance, I shoved my tongue in his mouth, causing him to let out a moan. He bit my bottom lip hard as a response, and wasn’t surprised when I winced and opened my eyes.
“Relax.” He breathed in a controlled manner, to which I responded by tilting my head backwards, giving him access to my neck. A series of moans erupted when I felt his tongue run up and down the soft flesh of my throat, unable to withhold them, my hands gripping him shoulders even harder, nails digging in his skin. His hand descended from my stomach to my shaft, which made my hormones palpitate across my bones.
The whole time, he continuously kept passing comments like, “Moan my name louder.”
“You have no idea about what I'll do to you.”
“Buckle up, it's going to be rough.”
“So you want me to fuck you harder?”
All of which happened to send me into a trance like state, my limbs whining in protest while my insides turned into Jell-O. I had no idea how much time had passed with us fucking, him on top of me and quickly changing positions according to preference, going on about, until my ass could take no more.
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“Tobias?”
“Tobias…?”
“Harris!”
Three consecutive knocks on the door accompanying with the increasing loudness of the voice came in through, almost toppling me over the bed. It was Jeremy; I could tell by his timbre.
“Yeah?”
“Open the door.”
“Uh…”
“Something the matter?” The concern in his voice was crystal clear, but I could barely hoist myself off the bed. I was sore, and absolutely immobile. Alexander chuckled from beside me, tilting his head to see the hopeless expression plastered on my face.
“Nothing, Jer. Tobias had enough to drink last night. A hangover has made it’s way to his head, I guess.” Lies. White lies. I was surprised how he could make all that up within seconds and also sound convincing.
“Xander, you better tell me you didn’t try anything with him or I swear —” The protectiveness of his tone crept into the pit of my stomach, making me feel guilty. Had I cheated on him? I knew I hadn't because we weren’t together, but why was I getting this sensation that I had done something wrong?
“I'm okay, Jeremy. Hangover.” However the words only met silence from the other side of the door, and I felt my heart sink. Could he have guessed…. No? He couldn’t. Standing up from the bed, I dressed myself up with a white t-shirt and blue jeans which were packed in the duffel bag, while Roulette did the same without another word.
I watched him by the corner of my eye, as he pulled over a grey t-shirt, tugging the hem down so that it could descend to his waist. Sex, according to me, toned down the attraction and the tension between two people but despite that, I wanted to kiss him again. I had it bad, probably. I needed to get back to town and get laid.
“Pub in the evening, boys. Don't forget.”