TESLA
I was first to wake up,
and it wasn't in my own bed that I laid. It was in Spartacus's, where I
had spent the night. I laid against him and I could smell the scent of
his hair. It smelled like that oil he had in the bathroom. Caramel with
something else. It smelled so good.
I wondered how late it was since it was already light, so I rolled away from him to check my phone. It was 10 am! Oh my God, I couldn't believe I had slept the whole night without waking once!
Last evening, we had kissed for the better part of one whole hour where I kept waiting for him to order me to undress...
He didn't.
And that kinda...sucked? I think. I'd rather had sucked on something else, no shame in that. If that makes me a deprived slut, then so be it. I couldn't help myself, I was deprived. I didn't have sex for months until he showed me how he could work my body a couple of nights ago.
Of course, I would never just tell him that but I wished I would have had the balls last night to tell him, then maybe mine wouldn't feel so Goddamn blue right now.
I sighed while I turned to my side, propped up on my elbow, and looked at him slowly breathing. He faced the other side of the room, turned away from me. His body was covered underneath the duvet but one could easily see his posture. He was so massive, I couldn't believe that this man used to be the skinny guy from high school. I mean, just look at him now, he was huge.
Large in more than one place...
His shoulders were much broader than mine were and I wasn't a slender guy myself. His skin had a beautiful natural tan and his hair was shiny black and fell to the sides of his face. He usually wore it to the back with some gel but right now it looked so soft.
He had a beard too. Not a full, long one but a trimmed one, a hot beard. I never really like beards but I think he looked hot with his. I think I might suddenly have gotten a secret beard kink or something. That night--when we did get past kissing--I felt his beard tickle against my skin, also when he was working his tongue down there. I liked it, the little prickles it gave me. It turned me on just thinking about it. Just thinking about his lips against my--
"Are you done ogling me?"
My eyes grew wide. "Y-you're awake?"
"Hm."
"Uh...I wasn't ogling you."
What is it with people accusing me of ogling him these days? First Bentley wouldn't shut up about it and now Spartacus himself had asked me. I was just looking at him, I look at a lot of people.
"It's ok, you can ogle me if you want," he mumbled, his face still looking in the other direction with his eyes closed.
"I don't need to ogle you."
He turned around to look at me. Jesus Christ, it should be forbidden for someone to look this good when waking up!
"Oh...but I like it when you do," he replied.
I let myself fall on my back and watched the ceiling. "Well, I wasn't."
"You should. Cause..." he rolled over till his face was so close to mine that I felt his warm breath against my ear. "...You should memorize every inch of me. You can use it for your naughty daydreams later."
"..."
I felt my face getting redder with each second, thinking back about how I admitted to fantasizing about him.
He smiled and got out of bed. "You're cute like that. I'm gonna get up, brush my teeth, and maybe if you're lucky...I'll give you more than just a kiss..." he said, winked, and walked out of the room.
I scoffed. "You're the boss, do what you want..." I mumbled and I heard him laugh.
When he was in the shower, I got out of bed and paced around in the room, I just couldn't sit or lay still. If I wouldn't have known better, I would say I was nervous, but that would be totally ridiculous.
Nothing's going on, Ryder, you might get lucky and fuck. It's all good.
The thought of his cock inside my mouth made my stomach flutter. I hadn't even sucked him off last time and that was my special skill. Men loved it when I sucked them off. They always said I was best at it.
"It's all yours..." I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around, presuming he was talking about his cock while he stood deliciously naked in front of me so I could kneel before him, but...
He was all dressed. Oh.
"Tesla..." he smiled. "The bathroom. It's yours to get in. Are you disappointed I'm dressed?"
"Hm?"
"Cause I told you we might do more stuff later?"
"I...don't know what you mean."
"I think you do. But you see..." he walked towards me and stood still when his chest bumped against mine. "...I'm afraid I have to go now. You can shower here before you leave, though. If you want."
I wanted to tell him there was no point in showering cause I wasn't dirty from just sleeping, but I held my tongue. "I can shower in my own room. Where will you go?"
"That's not for you to know."
"Oh."
"I rather stick my tongue in your ass though..." He said, breathing against my face.
"...!"
His hands suddenly grabbed my ass and he pulled my groin against his. If it wasn't for his hands on me, I would have laid flat on the ground like a puddle of mush. What the fuck was wrong with my knees when I was around this man? There was just something about him. I always thought people were born with such charisma but I knew that he wasn't born like that.
"How about you? Would you like that too? And for once, just be honest, man."
His tongue in my ass... "Before our night I hadn't got l-laid in almost half a year," I admitted. "So, I guess the answer is yes since I tend to be a little horny these days..."
"Half a year, huh? Fuck, that's long."
"Tell me about it."
"Why was it so long?" he asked, his lips already touching mine. He traced his tongue over my upper lip.
"I'm not a person to fuck around." That sounded pretty stupid for someone who is working as a slave, though.
"I have to admit that I like that. I wouldn't like it if you would sleep with just anybody," he said and I already opened my lips for him to have a taste. "But I gotta go now."
And he did.
~
"He didn't even suck your dick?" Bentley asked while he opened my fridge and got himself a drink. I guess we were basically living together in my house.
"No," I answered.
"You also didn't suck him off?"
"No."
"He also didn't rim you?" Bentley asked, walking towards the couch.
"No." I sighed.
"Not even a handjob?"
I glared at him. "No handjob, either. I said no sex at all, what's so hard to understand about that, man?"
He gave me a beer and sat next to me.
"I just don't understand. I know he fucked Cedi all the time. And I know he fucked you last time too. And if you would have been a bad fuck, I don't think that he would have chosen you over her..." Bentley seemed to think real hard. "Or have your skills gotten worse since we fucked?"
Please. Why did he have to remind me of that again? "Don't bring that time up," I said. "Anyway, it doesn't matter."
I gulped down some cold beer.
"I guess. I just wondered, that's all..." He said. "So...wanna talk about something else? We're alone now anyway. "
He didn't need to explain what he wanted to talk about.
"Ok, I'll tell you everything."
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