“Girlfriends? Player? Cockshot sender? Where do you sit in the dating pool?”
“Cockshot sender?” He laughs. “There’s a cockshot sender demographic?”
“Yes.” I laugh too.
“Girlfriends, plural.” He puts his fingers up to do quotation marks. “Childhood sweetheart, we broke up a few years ago and…..” he pauses, “Nothing serious since.”
“Player?” I smile.
“I wouldn’t say player, more like currently actively playing.”
“Currently…. as in right now?” I gasp as I fake heartbreak. “You shouldn’t tell me that, I thought we were falling in love!”
“No.” He laughs too, “Not right now. We’re on a date, I mean……” He shrugs embarrassed. ‘That came out wrong, you know what I mean.”
I smile goofily over at him.
“Why did you break up?” I ask.
“Because I loved her for the wrong reasons.”
I think on his answer for a moment, “She was your safe place?”
“Yes,” he replies without hesitation.
“You loved her…. but you weren’t in love with her?”
He smirks, “I didn’t want to fuck her through the wall, if that’s what you mean.”
He gives me that look again, sex god personified.
“What wall do you have in mind?” I breathe.
“The wall behind your bed looks pretty damn good.”
I feel myself flutter down below.
Honestly.
“I’ve got a bed that needs breaking too.”
“Don’t I know it.”
The air crackles between us.
With his eyes fixed on mine he puts his hand up to the waiter.
“Yes, sir,” the waiter asks as he arrives at our table.
“We are in a bit of a hurry; can we order please?”
We burst through my front door, and he tears my dress over my head as he walks me in backwards. “Get on your knees.”
I fall to my knees on the floor and struggle to get the zipper of his jeans down, I can’t do it quick enough.
He takes his cock out and holds it for me and with his dark eyes holding mine, I take him in my mouth.
His eyes flutter closed as he tenderly brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Good girl,” he moans softly.
