He nods and shuffles closer.
“What about your friends?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t have any.”
“What about the guys you came to the supermarket with?”
He winces but shakes his head again. “You were right then. I don’t have friends. I have people who tolerate me to get what they want, be it money or status, a leg up on the ladder.” He shrugs again. “I’m not the nicest person, or I haven’t been. I’m trying to change. I’m trying to be someone better. You make me want to be a better person.”
“Hey, you’re not a bad person. You were just a dick. Now you’re getting dick, you’re not so much of a dick.” He shoves at me but laughs. “We should clean up.”
“Can I ask you something?” He asks, biting his lip.
“Sure, what do you want?”
“Erm…?”
“Spit it out.” I laugh.
“Will you fuck me like you did that guy in the shower block?”
“Really?” He cocks a brow at me. “You want me to fuck you like that?”
He nods. “When you fucked Mouse, how did you do it? Where did you do it?”
“You wanna know details?”
“Nah.” He shakes his head. “I want you to show me. I want all the filthy actions. I want it all.”
“I don’t want to fuck you like I fucked them; with them, it was just sex. This is different.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, princess. It is.”
I lean in and kiss him again, and honestly, I don’t know how to explain it, but it definitely feels different. It feels like more.
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Chapter 34
I wake up crusty, wrapped in strong arms with his breath on my neck and his dick wedged between my arse cheeks. We talked till we fell asleep, and it felt good to have someone. Someone who feels like they have my back, like they’re on my side, and I couldn’t be happier, and it feels weird. It’s almost like I’m dreaming, like I think the other shoe is gonna drop and kick me over the cliff, because someone like me shouldn’t have him. I don’t deserve him. But I want him. And I think I need him. I’ve never had anyone, but I couldn’t think of anyone better to have on my side.
I grind against him.
He murmurs into my neck. I grind again.
“Princess, you’re killing me.”
“Pardon?” I try and play innocent.
“You’re gonna wear my fucking dick away to a nub at this rate.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yeah, you do, you sexy fucker.” He takes a big inhale. “I can still fucking smell me on you.” He shoves me onto my back and slides over my body. “You drive me fucking nuts.” He licks up my neck and nips at my jaw, and I shudder under him. “I can’t get e-fucking-nough of you.” He bites at my lip and tugs it, and sucks it into his mouth.
“I want to be buried in you all the fucking time.” He kisses me like he’s drowning, and I’m the only air he needs. But then he’s gone, and I groan. Sitting up. “What the hell?”
