Sidelined
I went back into the office with Dr. Dave’s sperm in my ass, and tried my hardest to not look too disheveled, thinking about the upcoming week and how I would try to figure out a way to escape for a few days to spend at the Fox house while his family was away. Work trip wouldn’t be too hard to manage, as long as my boss Dennis didn’t try to contact me at home again. But after this early morning, I figured he’d be spending most of the time with his new toy Grant.
Ignoring Dennis for the rest of the day was easy as he seemed to disappear, saying what he wanted to me, and shoving his own load up Grant’s newly hired ass just this morning. But I had the not-so-fun-pleasure of helping Grant out all day.
Grant surprised me by filling me in on a lot of things, openly sharing with me he was married with two kids of his own, that he was four years older than me at 38 even though he looked way younger like me. I was beginning to see why Dennis went after him. Maybe Dennis thought he could convince this one to leave his family.
“So, you’re not like, with Dennis then?” He finally asked me when we were near the end of the day and alone in his new office. I still hadn’t heard what the fuck happened to Sarah.
I shook my head. “Nope. Not anymore.”
Grant’s eyes squinted. “You’re with the Doc aren’t you?” He punched me in the shoulder and laughed. “You fuckin’ stud! Let me guess, locked in with him?”
I frowned at his expression of being locked in, but ignored him. “Don’t tell anyone, especially Dennis.” I wondered if that was part of the reason Dennis brought in Grant, to find out if I was with Doc after all.
Grant’s eyes widened to what I thought was surprise. “No I won’t. The Doc must really like you then. Be careful.” His smile faded a bit, and his eyes drifted downward. I suddenly wondered if there was more between Grant and Dr. Dave that I didn’t know about, and Dave’s own admission of how he wouldn’t fall for another guy again.
Grant’s eyes glanced back up at me and he smiled wider, and then sat back down on the chair at his desk. “You know, there are guys I know, outside of that club that are just as rich, and just as generous as Doc and Dennis.” He let his eyes widen as his words floated into my ears.
I sat on the edge of his desk beside him, just like Dennis had done to me that morning and looked away from him. “Yeah, so?”
Grant shuffled towards me closer. “So, they are into guys like us. Athletes and jocks and muscled young guys with no strings attached.” He smiled. “And they pay you directly.”
I laughed. “I’m not interested in being a prostitute or anything like that. I have a family.”
He shrugged. “So do I. And it’s not like you’re being whored out. I’ve got a couple of regulars. And let’s just say they pay well to keep their reputations and all that shit, and it’s all safe.”
I frowned at him. “So…what are you doing here then?”
Grant grinned. “Look: Dennis called and offered me a steady job for some reason. I’m not gonna say no to that stud. He’s been pretty generous in the past and I trust him. Plus you know, look at him. He’s a fucking beast, and FUCKS like one too am I right? But I don’t like to be owned, like the Doc has locked you in. So I’ve got a few other buddies that also keep me well stretched out and well paid…to keep my mouth shut and to be discreet. And I know one that would fucking love you.”
I stood up and moved to his door, not sure if I wanted to hear this, but intrigued if this was something I should be telling Dennis. Maybe this would wipe the smirk of his face if he knew Grant wasn’t going to be solely his either. “The Doc is all I need.”
“Oh, I am sure he is. But if you’re like me, you just can’t seem to get enough. Let me guess: Doc made you agree to a sort of contract to keep you all to himself?”
I squinted again at Grant, trying to read through the wicked grin on his face. I couldn’t help but shrug. “I like it that way.”
“Hmph.” Grant snorted with a bigger grin. “Do you?”
I just looked at him, thinking about Dave’s cum in me and wondering if I really DID like it this way.
Grant waited for a moment and then grabbed his phone and moved closer to me. “Look, the Doc can be possessive, trust me: I know. But what if I told you there was a professional athlete coming to town who I KNOW would love to meet up with you? And he pays well to keep his little secret, but trust me, there is nothing little about this man!”
His voice stopped me, and I looked down at his fingers opening his phone and scrolling into the albums of photos on his phone. When my eyes flicked back up at his face, his smile was downright malevolent.
I waited to see what else he had to say, suddenly intrigued by what he meant. “Professional athlete?”
Grant nodded. “You like big football players?”
I shrugged my shoulders, remembering a few large football players from university.
“I have one regular from the CFL who’s totally in the closet, and he has a thing for shorter muscled guys. He’s a fucking giant.” Grant’s face gave a smug grin as he leaned back and slowed down his scrolling. “So if you wanna sneak out on Doc, maybe you’d be interested in meeting with this guy this weekend.” He held up his phone and waited as I glanced down at the screen, seeing a naked torso shot.
I stared at this pic of a stacked smooth muscled body. Huge muscles. Like pounds of meaty beef. The torso shot showed wide shoulders that looked like boulders, big shelf like pes, a firm hard belly with a tiny belly button, and biceps that were massive. My mind flashed to the Canadian Football League and I wished now I followed football more closely as I wondered about our own local teams. Who the fuck was our local team playing this weekend?
“Holy fuck.” I muttered out.
“If you like big guys, this guy is for you. He’s like 6’4” and 300 pounds. I think he’s a Centre. Blonde. Nice dick. Married a couple times I think. And he LOVES shorter, muscled guys he can pound. ” Grant smiled at me. “And you’re just his type.”
I handed him back his phone, still staring at the mouth-watering pic of the guy’s upper body, and stared back at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “Are you serious?”
Grant copied me, standing up from his new office chair and crossed his arms. “I am. And if you like the doc, then you’ll love this guy. He says he’s straight, but come on, the man fucks with passion! He’s big and built, with a gorgeous smooth body. He’s totally masculine and macho and has a GREAT cock, and he keeps telling me to find a guy a bit shorter than me and ripped. And here you are.”
I squinted my eyes at him and gave him that look of disgust. “And he pays for it? So why aren’t you hooking up with him?”
Grant shrugged. “I owe Dennis this weekend for this job. He’s already got me booked. Plus this guy needs to be very discreet, and he’s always asking for shorter muscled guys for me to bring along. Trust me, if I was available I would be going with you! This guy is a fucking dream. And he pays more than the $500 the Doc paid you.”
I felt my lips push out and I couldn’t help the pull. I remembered seeing Grant in the locker room after that initial visit to the club and sharing with him how much Dave tipped me. “How much more?”
Grant grinned and sat back down. “Depends. But my last session with him I walked away with two grand and a deliciously sore ass. The guy fucked me like 4 times.”
I couldn’t help but snort at this, and my curiosity got the better of me. “Really?”
“He told me he’d give me a bonus if I found an equally hot but slightly shorter bottom boy for him. Like I said he likes shorter guys that can take it.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “So you’re telling me there’s a guy that’s as big and built as Dave, and he’s willing to pay $2000 AND he’s a professional football player? What’s the catch?”
Grant moved closer to me. “No catch. Just absolute discretion and hot sex. And you get a guy like this to fuck you silly. Don’t get locked into a commitment from a guy who wants to keep you all to himself. If you’re like me, it can’t last. Why not get paid for what you love to do? Plus he’s more our age. And he’s fucking built and fucks like the athlete he is. Talk about stamina!” He raised an eyebrow at me and put a hand on the locker beside me, leaning beside me. “Who’s gonna know? You think you’re the only one the Doc fucks?”
I frowned, and wanted to spit out YES to him, because I did believe I was. But maybe I wasn’t? I thought about Dave wanting me to spend some time with his this week, but the tantalizing pic of this football player was stirring up memories from my university days. Plus the money, the idea of another hot guy and another reason to forget Dennis Gibson. I shoved my hands in my pockets and felt another twinge of guilt. Dave wanted us to be exclusive. I had already blown that with Dennis last week. And maybe Grant was right and Dave was fucking other guys or girls too. Maybe I could figure out how to make this hot man my own client while still maintaining my affair with Dave.
“How did you meet this guy?” I was still curious, and Grant did look a lot like me in his build.
Grant turned and rested his back on the lockers. “I met him at the club. Like you did with Doc. He picked me and I was so boned. He’s a fuckin’ stud. Gorgeous cock. Sweet tasting cum. Fucks hard but loves to make out. He’s totally safe, only fucks with a condom. If you follow football, you’d know him. He’s on his second or third marriage. I don’t think he has kids. Been playing football all his life, had a stint with the Dolphins I think, before coming back to Canada. He’s got tons of money and a dirty mind. I recognized him when he took his mask off.” Grant looked down at my body. “He likes smaller jocks, straight muscle type guys that can take a hard pounding and won’t out him.” He raised an eyebrow. “So you interested?”
To say it didn’t intrigue me would be a lie. But I was still reeling from Dennis. And the sudden notion that Dave was keeping me locked into a commitment he was controlling.
Grant reached out and clapped a hand on my shoulder, giving a satisfactory smile as he squeezed. “I really think he’s going to love you. I already told him I wasn’t free, and he immediately asked me to find him someone.”
I batted his hand away. “We’ll see.” I couldn’t help but look at Grant and his fit looking body in his suit, similar to my own as I left the office and then the building and headed to my car at last.
By the time I got to my car, my phone buzzed with a text from Grant, checking in to make sure he had the right number. After I sent a quick reply saying it was me, my phone buzzed again and a text came along with a pic.
The text from Grant simply said “1 more” and my mouth gaped open at the sight.
Another pic of the football player’s upper body, full torso, but this time arms up in a stretched out flex like a bodybuilder.
“Holy fuck.” I mumbled as I enlarged it, seeing the thick muscles now stretched and elongated, the perfect looking nipples across the smooth bulging pecs and hard stomach, the size of his massive biceps as they were flexed completely, and the thick sized neck. The pic was cut off right at the waist, the V-shape of his hips pointing down to a thin line of hair just above what would be the beginning of a cock. He was smooth and thick, his skin fair like he might be a blonde.
The next text read: CFL guy. In town this weekend. Send me a pic I can send him and your stats ;)
I replied with a simple WOW and sat there for a moment, seriously considering the offer. But then another text came in – this one from Dave.
Pick a day next week for me and I’ll switch with another doc. C u soon sexy.
I replied to Dave quickly, saying I will let him know. Then I went to my photos, and found a shirtless pic I had that cut off at my chin to the top of a pair of undone shorts, showing off my abs and sculpted upper body. I sent it to Grant with my current height and weight, and told him to add something about my face and eyes.
As I started my car, my phone buzzed again with Grant’s reply:
Already did. He’s already interested. Just sent him ur pic and stats.
I froze in my seat and read it again, when another of his text’s came through.
He saw the pic and thinks ur perfect. Thurs nite. His hotel. You in?
I waited to see if Dave would respond, but he didn’t.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted to do this, I know I did. My cock was hard. This guy looked like my type, and was safe and private. Who’s gonna know?
I sent Grant the text: I’m in.
Grant’s reply was fast. I’ll send you the deets as soon as I get em.
By the time I got home I had them. Thursday night. 8pm. Hotel downtown. Goes by D. Grant gave my first initial as B. Grant told me he’d send along his hotel room number to me or he could give D my number. I didn’t want him to have my number, just in case, so I asked Grant to just send it to me. Apparently he’s coming into town on Thursday for a Friday night game, then spending the rest of the weekend here as well. When I asked, Grant only told me he was playing for a team out west.
I spent the entire week wondering who this professional football player was. I had completely lost touch of the guys who fucked me in university, though I thought I heard that both Stefan and Brett played in Canada for a bit, and Mac got recruited for a team in the States, but it’s been 10 years since I even thought about them.
This guy looked too big to be any of those three.
Dennis wasn’t in the office for the next three days, and Grant pretended he knew what he was doing as I let the days slip by. It was easy to feign a work meeting that Thursday night, with that familiar twinge of guilt hitting me as I hit the gym before my “meeting” with this mysterious football player. I showered at the gym, changing into some casual wear: a pair of faded jeans and a hoodie. Nothing that made me standout or be too noticeable, plus it had a hood I could easily cover myself with if it came to it. Mind you the hoodie hung nicely down from my pecs, and I rolled up the sleeves to show off my forearms.
I was surprisingly nervous, parking at the hotel underground, downing some water before I found my way into the lobby and headed for the bank of elevators as if I knew the place. My eyes were darting everywhere as I wondered what other players were here, and if any press was lingering about watching who was coming and going.
This isn’t a fucking spy movie Brian, I thought to myself as I hit the number 10 on the elevator panel and waited for the doors to close. And just as they were about to a giant black man ducked in, giving me a big smile and reached for the number 10.
“Oh. Already hit it!” His voice was deep, silky like that singer that sang something about not getting enough of your love, baby. His was bulky, rather large, like a football player and I suddenly wondered if he was going to the same room.
“Uh, yeah.” I said giving my wittiest response.
He looked down at me and I felt his eyes give me a quick once over as I tried my hardest to blend into the mirrored back. My heart was already pounding, feeling like I was on display.
But then we hit the floor and the elevator bounced before the doors opened, and the large black man gave me another winning grin and moved ahead of me. I hesitated, wondering if I should get out and follow. But then I did, going in the same direction as the bubbled ass man in front of me, who casually gave me a glance over his shoulder with that same smile.
I glanced at the numbers, looking for 1015 that Grant had sent me, with a side note that Dennis had just fucked him and was now showering to gear up for round two. Like I cared. But as I followed the big black guy slowly he stopped at a door marked 1011, forcing me to keep going past him, feeling rather suspicious. I slowed my pace down, afraid to knock on the 1015 door if this guy was still watching me. And as luck would have it, I glanced over my shoulder and caught him still watching me, as if he was waiting to see what door I would knock on.
So I walked past the door marked 1015, hoping I wouldn’t run out of hallway before he went in.
I heard a door click shut and when I turned around, the hallway was empty. I let out a huge breath I didn’t realize I was holding, and spun around to practically run back to room 1015 and gave a quick couple of hard knocks, soft but firm and turned my back to the peephole to gaze back down the hallway.
The door clicked open only a crack, and a deep voice whispered, “That you B?”
I turned sideways and gave a low “Yeah” as the door creaked open a bit more. I saw the same enormous torso on display, bare, the white towel wrapped around, the bulge in the middle, the outline of the curved calves with the light dusting of blonde hair down to the wide bare feet before the body disappeared behind the door and it swung open more to let me in.
I stepped in and past the door, my hands in my pockets, my head down, suddenly feeling shaky. But when I turned around all my nerves disappeared.
“No fucking way!” I heard the voice shout suddenly as the door clicked shut. “BRIAN?!?!”
Because there, standing in front of me in just that towel, was Dwayne “Mac” MacDonald.
His big mitt was still on the back of the door, his light blue eyes peering down at me. He was the same, but like 50 pounds or more heavier! But in a GOOD WAY! He looked puffed out, his chest rounder and bigger, his stomach hard and slightly rounded with that tiny little belly button of his still there. He had that v-shape along his waist that curved down from his stomach towards the line of the towel as it hung dangerously low. His face was fuller, his hair buzzed short with short blonde spikes sticking up in the front, and his arms and shoulders looked even more powerful than ever. I guess if you were going to play professionally you needed to be able to tackle like a fucking machine.
“Holy fuck, MAC?!” I shouted.
That same dirty grin that I recognized that still haunted my fantasies swept over his face and I saw his eyes flare. And in one quick instant, he moved at me like the fucking offensive lineman he always was, those powerhouse legs working fast as his hands went right up under my armpits and he picked me right up off the fucking floor and held me up to the wall, eye to eye, and breathed hard near my face.
He pinned me there, my feet dangling, my hands now clasped around his thick wrists as those blue eyes stared into mine. They looked watery, so close to mine.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe it. How long’s it been?” He breathed out, so close to my lips. I could smell his minty breath, see his white teeth, count those freckles on his nose.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest. His face was the same but older, sexier even. He was no longer the young man who secretly fucked me back in university. This was a beefy man, a professional football player, and he was here, in a towel, holding me against the wall by his enormous hands in his hotel room. His body was massive now, compared to the toned stud from university. “Ten years or so I guess?” I was now 34. That would make him 36?
His eyes roamed down my face to my body hanging by his grip. I followed his gaze, looking down at the larger bulge threatening to unwrap his towel. Same big cocked Mac I thought to myself.
Those light blue eyes came back upwards and locked in with mine. “I can’t fuckin’ believe it.” He said again, a little softer now. And then his mouth crashed on mine, surprising me, but I certainly wasn’t going to stop him.
Our mouths opened wide and I hungrily took in the tongue of this man, this meaty half naked man, that was practically eating my face as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his body even closer into me, pressing me backwards hard against the wall. His hands moved from my pits and slipped around behind my back, my chest now firmly up against his bare one as my back left the wall.
I was spinning. Not just my head, but my body now too as this giant man kept kissing me. I flashed to my dorm room all those years when we first kissed, how I made him. Now it was him taking the lead, and in a loud, almost passionate way. He was groaning as his tongue battled with mine. My body was locked around his, pressing hard against him to feel him despite my clothes.
And then I was tossed backwards, away from him, onto the bed behind me.
With an evil grin, he whipped the towel off his magnificent body, all smooth and glistening already, showing me that fucking beautiful cock of his, standing straight up now pointing at me.
I let out my own groan and moved forward to grab it, one hand barely making it around the base of his thickness, and held it for my mouth as his powerful legs came into my view.
He stood there like a man on display, with his big arms hanging at his sides as I took him in my mouth, breathing in the newly showered skin, the taste of citrusy soap and light cologne filling my nostrils as I buried his cock as far down my throat as I could before I gagged. I felt his hand come to my head as I choked his cock out, my hand reaching for his huge thigh to steady myself, staring at the now wet cock head still pointing straight at me.
But when I went to suck that gorgeous cock again, Mac’s hand pushed my head away and his powerful strength took over. I was lifted off the bed again and flipped over, his big mitts grabbing at my waist and reaching around to the front of my jeans as I flopped forward on the bed.
His massive naked body was behind me as he worked his fingers fast, undoing my jeans and then practically tearing them from my lower body, underwear and all, only to get tangled at my shoes.
“There it is.” He said, giving my now bare ass a big smack. I swear his one hand covered both my cheeks as I grounded my moving body onto my knees and pulled at my hoodie and tee underneath. Mac pushed me down onto the hotel bed and tugged at one shoe, ripping my jeans off me, and then the other, socks and all until I was completely naked and sprawled out on my front on his bed.
Like a rag doll, he grabbed my ankles and hiked me down the bed towards him, lifting my hips with one hand like I weighed nothing.
And then his cock was there, slapping on my ass: that big fucking beautiful Big Mac cock that I sometimes fantasized about when my finger found my hole in the shower. I loved Mac’s cock. And it looked like I was going to get it again without that condom.
He spit into my hole, then rubbed it around with the head of his cock, watching himself, one hand still holding me up by my waist. I looked back over my shoulder as he stood there like Goliath, all blonde and smooth and warrior like, waiting to impale little quivering David, in the quiet of his hotel room.
“I need to fuck you right now.” He said and moved his hips forward, holding me in place.
It wasn’t the nicest entry, but it felt so fucking good after a few seconds, as I took that thick cock into me some ten years later like I always wanted to. I clenched the sheets and tried to breathe out as his hard hips connected with my ass. His other hand joined me on my hips, holding me tight as he let out one long syllable.
“Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk.”
He wiggled a bit, and then let out a big breath as he peered down at me, that wicked grin back.
“Jesus l’il dude. It is so fuckin’ good to see you again.” And then he started to fuck me. HARD. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room quickly, as did my own grunts and his growls. His eyes stayed open, those piercing light blue ones of his that seemed to radiate in the darkening room as he stared at me, pressing his lips together, his face contorting as he concentrated.
I kept my head turned, watching him fuck me like a dog, marveling at the way his big chest moved, the way his shoulders locked in a tense display of might. I felt his fingers gripping my skin so tight to hold me and use me, and all I wanted to do was attack him right back.
But he felt so good. My body seemed to come alive. My own dick was rock hard and rubbing against the sheets as the bed began to hit the wall. I saw his eyes flash up at the sound, but he just grinned wider and slammed into me harder.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ nut in you already buddy!” He moaned, and then his eyes rolled and his chin lifted and every fucking muscle on his upper body contracted that made ME moan.
And with one hard thrust, he erupted inside my ass with so much cum I FELT IT. I watched him shiver, and then he gave another sudden thrust, and I felt his sperm leak out, before another wet and slippery shove into me that allowed his body to crush down on mine.
He stayed inside me as his mouth found mine, kissing me hungrily as I felt the entire weight of his heavy body press me into the mattress. I grunted as he moved over me, pushing my legs wide with his knees, his arms encircling me, and when he was over me, he started to hump my ass slowly.
“You think I cum once and I’m done,” he whispered directly into my ear. “I am going to fuck you all night my little man, now that I have you again.”
His hand smoothed over my hair as I closed my eyes in a smile. My arm stretched out, and his hand slid down to find it, grasping it and closing around it. I heard him moan out a long MMMMM as his big legs moved on either side of me and he continued his slow pump into my hole.
“How long can you stay?” He asked me, between kisses on my lips and neck and ear.
His pumping never ceased, and I held onto his hand tightly to remain as still as I could underneath this behemoth feeling all these things come flooding back as he blanketed me with his body.
“As long as I need to.” I wrenched my neck sideways and he took the hint, grabbing the side of my face with his free hand, propping himself up on his elbow to kiss me deep.
I groaned until I felt the shift in his weight. He rolled sideways, letting himself slip out of me momentarily so he could push me over to my back. With one hand around my right leg, he held it against his chest and reinserted himself and put his hand by my left shoulder and leaned down to my face again.
“Now I can see your whole face when I fuck my second load in you.” He grunted over me.
My hands automatically went up his wide back, feeling the sweat dripping down his body now as they glided upwards to hang on. He felt so smooth and slick as he continued to drill my ass with his slow steady rhythm. Gone was the younger guy that fucked with abandonment until he came and exited fast. This was something entirely different. Dwayne MacDonald has learned a lot since we last fucked.
“Yeah big guy, fuck me.” I slid my hands down his lats to his ass which made him look up above me.
“Fuck yeah B squeeze my ass.” He growled giving it to me a bit harder as my hands moved around his muscled glutes and dug my hands into his flesh. The bed was banging against the wall again but he didn’t seem to care.
“Oh my god, Dwayne!” I moaned out under him and then his eyes widened and he gave me that wicked grin.
“I fuckin’ love it when you use my real name.” He slammed into me harder now, letting his full weight crush me again as he leaned on me to kiss me, practically smothering me. What a beast of a man he was now, really giving it to me. All I could do was hold my breath and hope he didn’t kill me as he fucked me.
This second orgasm in me was louder, harder, and full of his sweat dripping down on me which I hungrily lapped up as I reached for my own dick. But he knocked my hand away and grabbed it himself as he kept his cock still in me.
“Let me.” He grinned, twisting my cock in his hand, sitting back on his heels and staring at me.
I felt my body go tense as I pressed myself into him and reached for his biceps as he stroked me off.
“Look at me when you cum!” He grunted out, using his other hand to grab my nuts as his right hand became a fisting fury on my shaft. With his cock still buried in me it was easy, and I shot my load straight up in the air as we stared at each other, until he broke the gaze in amazement at the amount of cum I erupted.
Shocking me even more was the sudden move to suck my leaking dick, cum and all, in a hungry, beast like sound, slurping up my load as I continued to shudder on the bed, screaming out all sorts of obscenities and names I could think of.
Then in a bouncing crash, he moved around me and landed beside me, pulling my still shaking body right up next to his smooth muscled sweaty one, a gigantic arm as my pillow, his left pec nudged against my cheek.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” He said again, wiping his face with his free hand before he kissed my forehead. “How the fuck have you been little man?”
I felt his big leg drape over my body and hold me into position against him. I was still trying to catch my breath. “I’ve been okay.” I admitted, though not nearly as good as this felt.
“You still married to the same girl?”
I was surprised he knew, but I nodded. “Yeah. You married?”
He held up his left hand that was attached to my new pillow and I saw the black ring over his thick finger. “Number two. She’s a money hungry bitch though, so we aren’t really together right now. I’m just waiting for the papers. Good thing I had a pre-nup.”
I let my hand drift over to his nipple and played with the smooth skin around it’s erect nub. “You have any kids?”
I felt his body shake. “No. You?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Two if you can believe it.”
He squeezed me hard. “I can believe it. You’d make a good dad.”
A layer of guilt drifted over me and I was sure he felt it. “Oh yeah? Yet here I am.”
He didn’t say anything just let it hang there before he kissed my forehead again. “I’ve thought about you a lot you know.”
I looked up at him then, my chin resting beside the nipple I was just playing with, but he as looking up, his right arm bent with his hand holding his head up against the headboard.
Then his head turned to me and his eyes looked down at me. “Like A LOT. And I can’t fuckin’ believe you’re here.”
With that he rolled over me again, kissing me, his erection still up, still hard, and now grinding against my body.
What I couldn’t fuckin’ believe was that I had the feeling he was going to fuck me again. Right now.
And I certainly wasn’t going to stop him.
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