“If you’d just said.”
Then what?She’d have waited outside where she’s supposed to be.She wouldn’t have thrown herself against the door until the lock bust in order to get in here and save me.I’m not altogether sure what it is I need saving from—seriously, a guy gets a few dodgy messages and that necessitates a 24 hour security detail?There’s no imminent threat to my person, unless I’m to assume the guy on his knees sucking my dick has some other motive for blowing me besides wanting a taste of my awesomely hot bod.
Believe me, no one who isn’t into it sucks like this.
“I was just a little preoccupied.”But I’m saying it now with my actions.I’m sure she’s brains enough in her head to figure that out.I don’t believe for a moment Falchard hired anyone purely for their looks and their brawn.She’s probably a rocket scientist.
That’d explain her continued fascination with my dick.
My head spins when she quietly closes the battered door with her on the wrong side of it.
Darling, you were supposed to leave the room.I only do performances for dosh, and then it’s all faked.
There’s nothing fake about how my body reacts as her gaze licks over my flesh.I thought I was hard before, but apparently there’s a whole other level of arousal I never knew about, one that raises every hair on my body, and makes my dick swell inside Oscar’s throat so that he comes close to gagging with each swallow.Shivers map the contours of my body.Euphoria causes my hips to punch out a punishing rhythm, while the set of her jaw makes everything inside me tighten.It hurts to move.It’s impossible to keep still.I walk the razor wire of momentum, caught between agony and a rising tide of bliss.
All I can see are her crystal blue eyes… I can’t turn away.
None of which makes sense.I’m gay, a reality I made my peace with half a lifetime ago.Someone needs to tell her, and remind my cock of that fact, because I swear it’s forgotten.A notion made doubly strange by the fact I’m fucking a guy’s face right now.
It’s not Oscar who’s drawing ecstatic gasps from my throat though, even if it maybe looks that way.
It’s her.
Fuck her.
Yeah let’s, my wayward libido sighs.Let’s do that.Let’s do that right now.Get her over here, or better yet go to her.Five paces and you can throw her up against the broken door, slide your hand inside that glitzy skirt and sink your dick into her where’s she’s wet and tight.
Jeezus, effing, motherfucking…This is not a fantasy that has any place in my head.
I tear my gaze away from her and try to refocus on the boy.He’s a comely chap, angular in the way of youth, nice eyes, a very giving mouth…and a suck that’s painfully expert.It’s just when the door got rattled, something in my head seems to have come unstuck too.He’s the one sucking, but she’s the one I’m seeing on her knees with my dick in her throat.
I don’t do women.I don’t do women.
Doesn’t matter how often I chant it, the evidence is startlingly to the contrary.I’m coming while her gaze is raking me, and I can’t stop it.Lights flash before my eyes.For several heartbeats I swear I’m out of my body, and it’s under the control of some crazy sex-demon thing.Come pumps from me in a never-ending fountain.It goes on and on, like time got stretched out or something.
I don’t think I’ve ever been shaken apart so much by an orgasm, yet at least some part of me knows there is something deeply, inherently wrong about what’s just happened.
She’s staring at me still as I settle back into my skin.Meanwhile, Oscar’s all wide-eyed and open mouthed.Semen leaks from his mouth and runs over his chin.I unclench my fist, releasing the grip I have on his hair, before taking an unsteady backwards step.
Why the fuck is she still staring?What does she want from me?
I grab hold of Oscar by his cute little tie and pull him onto his feet, then I focus hard on snogging his damn face off.He groans when I flick my tongue against his, and his hard-on bumps up against my dick, causing that cute groan to morph into a croak.
Why am I still hard?After the way I just blew my load, I should be Mr.Floppy right now, not Perky friggin’ Lurky.
“You need something?”I ask, giving him a squeeze.
We both know the answer.I know that I’m going to give it to him too.It’s that or an alternative I refuse to consider.I’m not walking over to where she is, and taking a hatchet to everything I know about myself, while I rub up hard against her.
No way.
Ever.
Her gaze grows even more icy, and an impatient V-shaped crease forms between her brows.She’s sexy when she’s cross.Maybe she’s sexy when she smiles too, but right now she’s irate and she’s a knockout.A knockout that’s itching to knock me out…
Well fuck her!And I don’t mean like that.
No one gets to dictate my life to me.Sure I’ve got to be someplace, and I’ll get there, in my own time, on my own terms.
