“Fuck, princess, you can’t do shit like that.”
“You mean this?” I ask, engaging the muscles again.
“Holy shit! Fuck. It’s taking everything I have not to blow my load like some fucking teenager, and you’re really not helping.”
He laughs and it’s hot to hear how much he isn’t coping with this situation, all the arrogance and cockiness gone, we’re back to just making each other feel good. I use my arms against the table to shift myself forward and I slide off his cock a short way, before pressing myself back against him. He groans and I do it again.
“I tell you I’m trying not to blow my load early and your response is to start fucking yourself on my cock.”
He grips my hips to stop me moving.
“Well if you aren’t going to do it,” I smirk over my shoulder, spurring him on.
His eyes darken and in the next breath he thrusts into me, again and again, building up his pace. I arch my back as he grabs my hair and pulls slightly, using the leverage to thrust into me even more. It’s not long before he comes, shuddering against me.
He pulls out and gently tugs my hair until I’m standing and leaning back against him. His arms circle my waist as he kisses my shoulder. I turn and kiss him, snaking my arms up and around his neck.
He leans back for a moment and smiles.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.”
Chapter 7
Elizabeth
It’sthemorningafterDiablo found me at Platinum and I’m waking up alone. He left right after we’d finished fucking, but honestly that’s fine by me, we don’t need to turn this into something it isn’t… not that I know what this is exactly.
It’s Sunday, so I have no plans, and the entire day is mine to do with as I please, which basically consists of camping out in bed with a good book, and hoping inspiration strikes so I can get some writing done for class.
I roll over to check my phone, wondering if Donovan’s messaged to tell me about the party he went to last night, but there’s nothing which is odd. I make a mental note to check in with him later. For now, there are a couple of other messages…
I’ll pick you up from work tomorrow. 3 a.m.
It’sDiablo by the way.
I chuckle at the way he specifically tells me it’s him, remembering what I said to him last night at Platinum. I type out a quick reply and hit send.
See you then.
Saving his contact in my phone as the purple devil emoji, I roll back over and snuggle into my pillow to reminisce about how good he made me feel last night—my book can wait.
True to his word, every day this week at 3 a.m., he’s been waiting outside the diner for me on his bike. We don’t even greet each other; I put on the helmet he always brings for me and we ride back to mine.
Once here, we’ve spent all our time in my kitchen, kissing while he makes me come with his hands, before fucking me over the table from behind. We don’t even undress, although I had to replace a couple of pairs of tights that he’s ruined when he’s ripped them open instead of waiting for me to take them off. But a few dollars for a pair of tights is totally worth it for the orgasms he’s giving me.
We don’t bother with small talk about our day, anything we do say has to do with the sex we’re having. Diablo apparently likes to talk during sex, and as it turns out, I like the stuff he says to me, so it’s a win-win. It’s pretty much been the same thing for the last four days, variety may be the spice of life, but this has still been pretty fucking hot.
Knowing he has the girls at the clubhouse, I’m surprised he kept coming back at all. But I guess it’s like that when you have a new toy to play with, they’re exciting for a while and you can’t get enough. I should probably be more shocked by the fact that he kisses me, going by what Ana’s said, he’s never kissed any of them before.
The way she described him, I always thought he sounded pretty selfish in bed; not kissing or giving head, more than willing to receive though, and only wanting to fuck from behind. Now, I figure he just knows what he likes and what he doesn’t, and so far, I’ve enjoyed it. I do get a pang of jealousy though when I imagine him talking to the other girls during sex. I wonder if he tells them that they’re fucking perfect.
Anyway, I figure I’ll enjoy it while it lasts. It’s definitely a lot easier than dressing up and going to Platinum to get laid.
It’s Friday and he knows I don’t have a shift at the diner, so I’m assuming we won’t be seeing each other again until Monday. Besides, I’m heading out of town after my classes to meet up with Donovan at his stepdad’s house in Bayside, which is conveniently half-way between Tynerston and Winbrook University.
I can’t wait to catch up with him, in the six months we’ve been best friends, this is the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other, we’re usually inseparable. I’m excited to meet his mom and stepdad too. Donovan has told me so many great things about them, even though I’m wary because Donovan thinks they won’t accept him if they find out he’s gay. As usual, I’ll follow his lead, I know the best I can do is be there for him and let him know he can trust me. I’m just hoping he’s found an accepting group at his new college so that he can live more freely.
My phone beeps with a notification… it’s the devil emoji.
