Not Saint.
He unbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down along with his boxer briefs. And steps out of them without a shred of hesitation. My ability to think experiences a major blip. When it recovers, I say, “Go to your room.”
He gives me the kind of smile that makes me forget there was ever a time I didn’t know this face, this body, this man; devilish and knowing at the same time. He raises his chin at me. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Just for that, I wait until he walks past me, and I swing my hand back and land it on his left ass cheek with a loud crack.
“Ow,” he squeals.
So, I give him another. This time he gives coy little hop and a skip. That little skip is so fucking hot it makes my heart skip a beat. By the time he gets to his room, he’s trotting briskly, but I’m highly focused and fast. I catch him before he gets to the bed, turn him to face me, and then push him down. He lands on his back with a soft “oof”. He finds a comfortable spot on his bed and crosses his legs at the ankles, putting both hands under his head, raising it to give him a better view.
I untie my boots and step out of them. I take off my top and jeans quickly, then I step back into my boots. His mouth drops open and his eyelids slide to half-mast.
See,that’swhy you try on your sex clothes beforehand.
I move towards the bed slowly, swaying my hips a little more than I need to. I run one hand along my collar bone and trace a line down my middle, and when my hand touches the suspenders, I dip my thumbs under the waistband and adjust them thoughtfully, though I know damn well they already look perfect.
“Hey, Asshole.” I make my voice soft and sweet. “How does it feel knowing you’re about to get railed by a dude wearing lacy suspenders.”
I expect him to give me a choked laugh, but he doesn’t. He simply uncrosses his legs and opens them, bending his knees, so he’s spread wide open. He reaches down at his leisure, cupping his balls and then lifting them slightly, giving me a heady glimpse of the dark shadow that’s plagued my waking hours since the first time I saw it.
“Feels pretty fucking good.”
A lust that’s so pure and forceful I can physically taste it descends on me. It sinks its claws into me. It flows down from my head and up from my toes. It meets in the middle and wreaks total havoc. My thoughts slow. My tongue feels thick in my mouth. When I move to him, I feel like I’m moving through tepid water. It slows me, but it can’t stop me. Nothing can stop me.
I have to get to him.
I have to.
All thoughts of going slow are forgotten. Any notions I had of torturing him with gentle caresses vanish into the ether. I crawl onto the bed and dip my hand between his legs. I take what I want. He’s so warm, it feels like he has a fever. I spit onto my fingers and thrust them inside him. I lick and suck every part of him that I can reach. He must see where this is going because he reaches over and grabs the lube and pours a (too) generous dollop into my palm. I don’t criticize him. Not because I don’t want to, because I can’t remember how to form words.
I slide into him and every thought in my mind evaporates to nothing. Nothing but silence. Nothing but peace. Nothing but bliss. His muscle flutters around me. My pulse roars in my ears and when I look down I see my hips fucking of their own volition. They’re canting and bucking against him. Into him. His head is arched back, teeth clenched, lips pulled back hard. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this, thrusting wild and unbridled. His body is writhing, jerking and tensing on impact. His face is flushed and there’s a fine sheen of sweat at his temples. My orgasm hits suddenly. It slams into me like a collision and makes me slam into him even harder. I thrust and thrust. Frantic. Feral. Until I’m empty.
I collapse onto his chest. He catches me, breaking my fall, bringing me down easy. He runs his fingers through my hair, and I lean down and melt into his kiss. He takes my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it gently, then hard. I open my mouth wider and let him plunder it until I finally have the presence of mind to kneel between his legs and get him off. I use my mouth and both of my hands. I have some fingers curled around him and some beckoning inside him. His moaning grows urgent. It reaches a point where I’m not sure if it classifies as moaning or yelling, then it falls silent as he starts to shudder. No doubt about it, when he moans again, it definitely counts as yelling. He shoots into my mouth and I drink him down greedily. My dick is already twitching at the thought of having him again.
I lie down next to him, rolling onto my side to get a better look at him. I guess that’s too much for him. Too close. Too intimate, or something. He gets up soon after and goes to the bathroom. When he gets back, he has a pair of sweatpants on and says, “D’you want me to call you a car?”
It makes me want to assault him. “Fuck you.”
“What?”
“Oh, come on. You know as well as I do, when you say that, you mean ‘get the fuck out’”
“No, I don’t.”
“What do you mean, then?”
“I mean you shouldn’t be here. This place is a shithole.” I don’t answer, which forces him to continue. “It’s no place for you. This is my world. Your world is different. You’re from a place that’s built of marble and glass and priceless pieces of art. That’s where you belong. You shouldn’t be...”
I’m so livid, I don’t let him finish. I pull my clothes on as fast as I can, ripping my fishnets in the process. I need to get out of here and away from this man, before I do or say something stupid. He sees me to the door. His demeanor is calm, as if he’s either entirely oblivious to my rage, or he’s completely unaffected by it.
“So,” he says, as he unlocks the door, “might be best if you don’t come back for a while. Four or five days, maybe. I’ll text you, or something.”
Or something?
Or fucking something?
I feel like I’ve been slapped. Hard. Hard and non-consensually. I’m so shocked and angry, I can hardly see where I’m going. By the time I get downstairs, I can’t tell if I’m going to burst into tears or into flames. I look up at his window and see the silhouette of his big, stupid face looking down at me.
