pleasure ride.
“Say my name” he whispered as he drew back and palmed my
cheek softly. “My real name…” he groaned as I circled my hips and ground
against him, “Chase, my real name.”
I opened my eyes and bore deep into his hooded, heated
ones, taking in the bright blue of his irises as they physically shimmered in
his heightened aroused state, “Chase… Chase…”
I was practically screaming it at him. He reared back,
his shoulders taut and his chest tight as his muscles rippled with his climax;
the sound of his name from my lips ripping his orgasm from him as he thundered
a deep cry.
My own hit with as much intensity as I clung to his back,
my fingers digging as deep as my hips in my need to devour him, absorb each bit
of pleasure he gave me.
“Oh God, Chase. Make me yours, Chase, please, yours
always!” I screamed as my mind exploded.
The wind was knocked from me as he belted off the bed,
his face hard and tight but covered in devastation and shock as he glared at
me.
What in hell’s teeth?
He shook his head rapidly with wide eyes, as his chest
heaved with each of his fraught breaths. “No! NO! Damn it to fuck!”
I stared in shock as he swiped his clothes from the floor
and tore from the room as though his arse was alight.
What the hell?
Just… What the hell had I done?
His face, his beautiful face, the desolation and ache
portrayed in his expression had made my stomach twist but why?
He asked me to call his name and I had, so why the hatred
at me all of a sudden?
Yeah, I had asked him to make me his, but that was just
something said in the height of passion, in the deliverance of pleasure, but I
hadn’t meant that I wanted him to fucking marry me!
If I was honest with myself, it hurt; more than it
should.
I shook my head at myself as I turned over and curled
into a ball, the disgust I always felt with myself was clawing through the
rejection and surfacing with a powerful need to obliterate my mind.
“No!” I growled to myself as my body started to tremble
with need.
Just a little, maybe, just a tad to calm my hurt.
I rolled over onto my back, my eyes stinging with
forbidden tears as I fixed them on the ceiling.
I was just sex, just a place to warm his dick and empty
his balls. I mean, I know he had said it was a bit of fun but to scarper as
soon as he had come, well that was a little below the belt. I quick thank you
or a small chaste kiss before he took off like a whippet would have been nice.
“Damn you, you arsehole!” I shouted to the empty room as
I flung myself off the bed and pulled on some clothes.
I didn’t like the snide little thoughts my mind was
concentrating on; the revulsion, the hatred, the nauseating reality to my life.
I needed to rid them, to free the torture from my head, and as I hated myself
as I picked up my room key and left the building to seek the freedom provided
by the man-made recreation, the other half of me threw up a big Fuck You.
***
I giggled at the way the bottle danced on the side, its
little legs tap dancing across the unit as it sang Neon Trees, Everybody
talks .
‘And then she made my lips hurt,
I can hear the chit chat,
Take me to your love shack…’
“Ooh baby, you have the most controlled pitches I ever
heard.” I told it as it flung itself off the hunk of wood and skipped towards
me.
“Drink me, baby.” He said and I nodded as my
shoulders moved in time to his singing.
“Who am I to refuse the request of such a distinguished
fellow?” I told him as I grinned happily, tilting this little glass person to
my lips as a hammering resounded around the lobes of my fuddled brain.
“Did you just bang?” I asked him with narrow eyes.
“Not me, baby.”
“It was you” I declared with wide eyes as the thumping
sounded again, “Do not tell me fibs you little liquor lout!”
He barked out a chuckle of laughter as Janey walked out of
her bedroom, where she had been sulking with me since I had
“Say my name” he whispered as he drew back and palmed my
cheek softly. “My real name…” he groaned as I circled my hips and ground
against him, “Chase, my real name.”
I opened my eyes and bore deep into his hooded, heated
ones, taking in the bright blue of his irises as they physically shimmered in
his heightened aroused state, “Chase… Chase…”
I was practically screaming it at him. He reared back,
his shoulders taut and his chest tight as his muscles rippled with his climax;
the sound of his name from my lips ripping his orgasm from him as he thundered
a deep cry.
My own hit with as much intensity as I clung to his back,
my fingers digging as deep as my hips in my need to devour him, absorb each bit
of pleasure he gave me.
“Oh God, Chase. Make me yours, Chase, please, yours
always!” I screamed as my mind exploded.
The wind was knocked from me as he belted off the bed,
his face hard and tight but covered in devastation and shock as he glared at
me.
What in hell’s teeth?
He shook his head rapidly with wide eyes, as his chest
heaved with each of his fraught breaths. “No! NO! Damn it to fuck!”
I stared in shock as he swiped his clothes from the floor
and tore from the room as though his arse was alight.
What the hell?
Just… What the hell had I done?
His face, his beautiful face, the desolation and ache
portrayed in his expression had made my stomach twist but why?
He asked me to call his name and I had, so why the hatred
at me all of a sudden?
Yeah, I had asked him to make me his, but that was just
something said in the height of passion, in the deliverance of pleasure, but I
hadn’t meant that I wanted him to fucking marry me!
If I was honest with myself, it hurt; more than it
should.
I shook my head at myself as I turned over and curled
into a ball, the disgust I always felt with myself was clawing through the
rejection and surfacing with a powerful need to obliterate my mind.
“No!” I growled to myself as my body started to tremble
with need.
Just a little, maybe, just a tad to calm my hurt.
I rolled over onto my back, my eyes stinging with
forbidden tears as I fixed them on the ceiling.
I was just sex, just a place to warm his dick and empty
his balls. I mean, I know he had said it was a bit of fun but to scarper as
soon as he had come, well that was a little below the belt. I quick thank you
or a small chaste kiss before he took off like a whippet would have been nice.
“Damn you, you arsehole!” I shouted to the empty room as
I flung myself off the bed and pulled on some clothes.
I didn’t like the snide little thoughts my mind was
concentrating on; the revulsion, the hatred, the nauseating reality to my life.
I needed to rid them, to free the torture from my head, and as I hated myself
as I picked up my room key and left the building to seek the freedom provided
by the man-made recreation, the other half of me threw up a big Fuck You.
***
I giggled at the way the bottle danced on the side, its
little legs tap dancing across the unit as it sang Neon Trees, Everybody
talks .
‘And then she made my lips hurt,
I can hear the chit chat,
Take me to your love shack…’
“Ooh baby, you have the most controlled pitches I ever
heard.” I told it as it flung itself off the hunk of wood and skipped towards
me.
“Drink me, baby.” He said and I nodded as my
shoulders moved in time to his singing.
“Who am I to refuse the request of such a distinguished
fellow?” I told him as I grinned happily, tilting this little glass person to
my lips as a hammering resounded around the lobes of my fuddled brain.
“Did you just bang?” I asked him with narrow eyes.
“Not me, baby.”
“It was you” I declared with wide eyes as the thumping
sounded again, “Do not tell me fibs you little liquor lout!”
He barked out a chuckle of laughter as Janey walked out of
her bedroom, where she had been sulking with me since I had
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