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Steph wasn’t home. Weird. She hadn’t left any kind of note or message to let me know her whereabouts. Well, fuck her too.Just like last Sunday, I was angry and fed up.If she didn’t put her pride aside and give any sign of her will to mend things between us before Monday, I’d find another place and move out.As to make a statement of my determination, I ordered seafood, turned on the TV to wait for the Lakers game and went to the bedroom to change my clothes. And since dinner would take about forty minutes, I could take a dump. No freshener.Ten minutes later, back to the living area, I was surprised to find Steph standing by the breakfast bar, scrolling something on her phone. Especially because she turned to me with a furious glare in her eyes full of tears.“Son of a bitch!” she cried. “How long have you been lying to me?”Before I could ask what she was talking about, she crossed the room in three strides, slapped me hard and put the phone in my face. It wasn’t hers, it was mine,
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I breathed deep and shook my head.“He...” I trailed off and needed a moment to put the words together and find my voice to utter them. “He touches me.” I shrugged. “He edges me.”Steph narrowed her eyes, studying me. “And you like it?” she asked in a whisper.I held her eyes, setting my jaw.Her whispering turned into an angry accusation. “You like it!” She was back to her furious bellowing. “You fucking like it, you filthy slut! You don’t care it’s a man as long as it’s a hand on your fucking dick!”My only defense was getting angry too. “So what? At least he cares if I fucking come! Wish I could say the same about you!”“Son of a bitch! You let him fuck you in the ass for a blowjob!”“What? He doesn’t fuck me in the ass! I’d never let him! Told you I’m not gay!”Her mocking scoff took me aback. “Jesus, D! You’re so fucking naïve! He’s gonna have your ass sooner than later, ‘cause that’s what he wants! And once he gets what he wants, he’s gonna discard you along with the rubber.”“W
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I didn’t close the door while I packed my clothes and my few personal things in a duffel bag. Steph didn’t come, and I knew damn well why: she didn’t believe I had the guts to leave her. Well, that made two of us, and yet, there I was, packing to leave.She waited in the living area, with that smug smirk still pursing her lips, even when she saw me head to the front door with the duffel bag.“If things go south, I won’t mention you,” I said, putting my jacket on. “But if push comes to shove and they discover you’re here too, I’ll tell them you don’t know I’m in town. I’ll tell them I came looking for you and still haven’t found you.”She nodded, rolling her eyes. She really didn’t believe I could ever leave her and live to tell the tale. Jeez! How arrogant was that? I opened the front door and hung my keys by hers.“Take care, Steph.”“Good luck with your CEO,” she replied.“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.”I met her eyes for the last time.There she was. My girl. The love of my life. The
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The kitchen reminded me of the West Wing’s, only smaller. The fridge was stocked for a year-long lockdown, like the cupboards.“Son of a bitch,” I murmured when I found several bags of seafood in the freezer.Since I’d missed my dinner order, I grabbed one of the seafood bags and put it in the microwaves before going back to the fridge. The autopilot didn’t consult me to take out my phone and type a text.“No six-packs. Lousy host.”I only reacted after sending it. Shit! I didn’t want to contact him! There was no way the control freak didn’t know I was there, but I didn’t want to make any fuss about it either.He didn’t reply right away. Good. He was busy, surely enjoying Friday night with Mr. All Fours, so he wouldn’t see my text till morning. I didn’t intend to stay there more than one night, so I’d be gone by the time he read my stupid joke.Cooking always distracted me, and to make things even better, the flat TV past the table showed me the Lakers game had just started. I was lay
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He rang me the moment the quarter was over, to let me know he was coming and I didn’t need to get the door. Sure, of course his thumb opened every damn door in the whole campus. I heard the cart stopping outside as the second quarter started, and he showed up in the kitchen a heartbeat later.“What did I miss?” he asked.“Nothing,” I replied from the table.He left two six-packs and the family pack of ice cream he’d brought in the fridge and came to sit down at the round table with me. I was still eating, and we didn’t waste our breath in further greetings, too focused on the game. We only exchanged casual comments or exclamations until the halftime. Then I picked up my things, took everything to the kitchen and opened the faucets to do the dishes.“Are you staying the weekend?” he asked, turning in his chair to look at me.“Nah. I’m leaving in the morning,” I said, keeping my back turned to him. “Where?” I glanced back from over my shoulder and saw him raise his eyebrows. “Brokers d
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“We’ve got plenty of time,” he replied, stroking my shaft over my trunks and teasing one of my nipples at the same time. “Let’s call this a quickie, so you won’t go off so soon later.”“What?” Shit, I was already about to come! How could I be such a horny slut?He pulled down my sweatpants and my underwear, pushing me closer to the basin with his hips. I didn’t freak out because, as usual, his crotch against my butt felt flat like a board. Guess I had Mr. All Fours to thank for that.He let go of my nipple for a moment, only to bring one of my hands down to my crotch, while his other hand closed my fingers around my own cock before slipping under it to grab my nuts.“There, all yours,” he whispered.I just did what he wanted, for a change. What I also wanted. My mind only had room for what he’d just said, the keyword being later. Okay, yeah. If I knew him a little, he’d brought some oil, and I intended to make him spend it all on me before he left.He held me tight for a moment after
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A shaky grunt escaped my lips when his mouth landed on my pecs, to doodle on it with the tip of his tongue before focusing on one of my nipples, while his hand pinched the other.“Oh, shit,” I mumbled, letting my eyes close.His other hand closed on my crotch and I was getting hard again in under a minute, lost to his licking and teasing and fondling. Shit, I’d missed this, especially because he still played the game of imposing himself onto me, depriving me of any other option but letting him do whatever he wanted with me.It was that night that I got the first glimpse of real understanding as to why I didn’t fight him. It was that pretension of helplessness, the fantasy that I was absolutely powerless and all I could do was close my eyes and let him do. He’d get me hard and high, he’d give me all I liked and more, he’d drive me crazy, he’d provide all the pleasure I needed. And all I had to do was exactly what I was doing: close my eyes and let him do. That was it. I didn’t need to
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It felt different. No ripples, but a warm tinkling spreading down from my nipples, that needed more rubbing as it grew stronger, reaching my navel in no time. When he pinched my nipples, it was like an electric jolt running down my body all the way to my groin. I pushed my chest up, and like replying to what I didn’t dare to ask, he replaced one of his hands with his tongue. The fingers still wet in oil brushed the tip of my cock, making me stir and groan.He took his sweet time teasing me like that, while I shivered and moaned, my hips trying to push my throbbing cock into his hand that stayed out of reach, his fingertips tight together to open over my tip every time I pushed, never going further than my head.Suddenly, he moved back to watch me like that for a moment, spread legs with my knees up, panting, blurry eyes on him, hard as a ram, at his mercy past any attempt of denying it. He bent over me and his mouth rested between my pecs, from where it slid down my belly up to my nav
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