Oh My Gangster
Part Five
Mile's
I heard my name whisper through my mind, like the breeze would wisp through your hair. Soft and warm, comforting even. I blinked and the room came into view, a little blurry mind you, I remember drinking quite a bit before but I don't remember falling asleep. You never bloody do when you've drunk too much, you always remember the stupid shit but never how you got home or even got into bed. Yet, I remember, everything in great detail before falling asleep. Luca, his lips, his hands, that gentle touch, his weight pressed on me. The feeling of him inside me, the heavy pants, the sweat, his taste mixed with my own. I remember it all and I couldn't find any guilt or regret where it should be, it just wasn't there and instead was replaced with butterflies in my stomach and the hairs on my body standing on end. I felt good, too fucking good.
I sat up and looked around the dark room lit by the moonlight beaming in through the large window that looked over the city. I was alone and wondered where he'd gone. So I got out of bed and looked for my boxers. "Ha, found you." I said, grabbing them from the floor at
the end of the bed. I struggled a little, yet I thought I'd be in a lot more pain, but nothing. I felt really good actually.
I left the room and noticed him on the couch, his head back against it. I moved towards him and noticed he was sound asleep in a sitting position. I took these moments to look at him. His very chiseled body and the shadows that hugged him. Mind you I most probably looked like some perverted creep as I stood there and stared at him. I always noticed how good looking he was but in the flesh he's beautiful.
"Keep staring and I'll take you back to bed." His voice was a low rumble that had my body begging for more. "Why are you up, it's early hours?" He asked, turning to look at me. I stiffen and my voice escaped me and was replaced with a short huff. "Cute." He lifted his body up, all the muscle tensed then relaxed as he leaned his elbows on his knees. "I woke you, sorry."
"Don't be." He brushed his hands through his hair and let a heavy sigh leave him. "Do I affect you that much?"
"Huh, I guess you could say that."
"A big gangster like you letting me get to you, funny." He side eyed me and grinned. I felt that in my chest. My heart was going crazy with feelings I didn't want yet felt regardless. "Go back to bed if you want."
"I'm not tired anymore, plus I need a drink."
"You know where the kitchen is, help yourself." Of course I know where his damn kitchen is, it's where it started. I searched my mind and pulled up the images of what happened, like it was happening all over again. He offered me a whiskey after the kiss and I happily accepted. We stood in the kitchen for a while drinking and talking about utter nonsense, well, I talked, he listened. I was yabbering bollox after my fourth whiskey then out of nowhere he was pulling me into his arms, his mouth hot on mine and I completely let myself get swept away.
I saw the images flash through my mind. He'd lifted me onto the work surface and pulled my T-shirt off me. I think it's still in the kitchen. His mouth kissed and nibbled at my skin, I remember how good it felt, I remember my legs locked around his waist as he set me back onto the cool surface. With his mouth traveling down my body. I remembered the shiver as his tongue dipped in my belly button and I remembered with great detail and feeling as his mouth completely swallowed my dick. I'd never felt like that before, not with anyone. He did things to me I'd never let anyone do, he made me feel things I'd never felt before. I surprised myself because I let him. I wanted more and more, so much more he fucked me there, then the shower, then in bed. Over and over again he pushed me over the edge. I must have said his name so much as he filled me to the brim, moaned so much that my voice was husky. "You look like you're having fun." I pulled myself back to the here and now.
"I...was thinking, that's all."
"About me fucking you?" I turned away and walked into the kitchen. My T-shirt was right where he'd left it, scrunched up on the floor and my jeans too. I felt the embarrassment course its way through me and grabbed them off the floor. They smelt like him.
"Shit." I'm a fucking sucker. He sucker punched me right in the chest, right in the damn feels.
"Are you regretting it already?"
"Yes." Lies. "I regret ever seeing you." More lies. I don't regret a single damn second.
"You're a liar Miles. Don't lie to me, like you lie to yourself every day thinking you're something you're not." As I started to turn around to confront him, silently, of course. I stared at him in disbelief.
"Why? Why do you act nice then act cold, why?"
"Because I can…" I let the rage inside of me boil over. And then I whispered his name in stunned confusion even as I launched my body at him and let my fist fly. "Stop!" He shouted.
"Fuck you!" He grabbed my fist and wrapped his arm around me. I struggled in his embrace as I felt the sting of tears.
"I'm sorry." He said in my ear. But sorry just isn't good enough.
"Let me go," I said behind gritted teeth. I wanted out of here and now. "I want to leave."
"Fine." He held his hands up and moved aside. I bashed him with my shoulder and rushed my clothes on. I didn't want to see him, I didn't want to hear his voice again and I left slamming his door and ran from the building to only one place I felt at least bit home, Kyle's. I ran like my life depended on it because no matter how he acted, good or bad, I fucking wanted that bastard and I knew the feeling wouldn't go away, not now. "Kyle! Open up!" I screamed banging at his door. I waited for a few moments and searched my pockets for my phone. It wasn't there. I'd left it at Luca's. "Fuck!!!"
"Dammit kid, why are you shouting your gob off at my door."
"Let me in, please." Red hot tears poured over my cheeks. Then Kyle held out his arms and naturally I ran into them. "Please." I begged and he helped me in. I don't know what I'm going to do now that I've tasted forbidden fruit and loved every second of it or the fact I'd left my phone back there. All I know is that I'm fucked, royally fucked. In more ways than one.
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