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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Emerging fully clothed again, I made my way down the corridor towards the kitchen where Tseng was seated. I stood in front of him; my body language giving off intense vibes of extreme fury and confusion.

“Explain” I stated frankly, getting straight to the point. I didn’t feel like fundamental chat. He looked up casually from his phone screen and met my gaze with appease.

“Take a seat” he gestured, pointing to the chair opposite the one he was occupying.

“I’ll stand. Now, tell me how and why I ended up in your bed.”

“You fell asleep on the sofa. I couldn’t leave you there. I helped you to the bedroom and you stayed there for the rest of the night.”

“What about you? If I was occupying your bed, then where did you sleep?”

Tseng motioned through to the living area “In there. I have a futon. It’s not as comfortable as the bed and I needed to set it up before it could be used, so it made more sense to put you in the bedroom.”

“And my clothes? Why did you have my clothes?” I demanded, feeling my face flush with rage and embarrassment.

“You took them off and I washed them for you. I didn’t think you’d appreciate going to work in the same clothes you wore the day before.”

“Wait, didn’t you call my chauffer last night? I thought he was on his way to pick me up.”

Tseng glanced back down at his phone as he spoke. “He came. We tried several times to wake you, but each time you just rolled over and went back to sleep. So I told him not to concern himself and to leave you here with me.”

I glared, pulling out a chair, I sat myself down. I was tired and irritated, clearly not in the best of moods. Tseng gestured to the coffee pot he had on the table, but the sight of it turned my stomach. I declined and requested a glass of water instead.

***

The car journey to the office was dull. I sat there staring aimlessly out of the window, watching the scenery fly past while silence continued to fill the car. I did hear a slight snigger escape Tseng’s mouth though, so I turned to question him.

“What’s so amusing?”

“Nothing.” Tseng casually replied.

“The curl at the corner of your mouth tells me otherwise.”

He glanced over and smiled at me, genuinely looking content. Why is he in such a good mood? And I wish he’d stop staring at me like that. It’s freaking me out.

“Would you like me to take you home first, sir? Or would you prefer for me to just carry straight on to HQ?” Tseng asked with interest as we came to a junction in the road.

“Straight on, we’re running late already as it is.” We weren’t running late, we were actually rather early considering. I just wanted to get out of this car and away from this smiling jerk as soon as possible.

***

Standing by the elevator doors waiting for them to open, I tapped impatiently at the call button. Open, open…come on. Hurry the fuck up already.

“Are you alright, sir?” Tseng asked cautiously, noticing my discomfort.

“You know, I’m feeling rather energetic today. I think I’ll take the stairs.” I turned quickly and started towards the double doors leading to the stairwell. As soon as I reached the corner, now obscured from view, I darted up the stairs, pushing past people in a bid to try and catch the elevator before Tseng did. If I got there first I could make it bypass his floor and he’d have to wait for the next one.

My plan did work, and I caught the elevator on the floor above. Unfortunately it wasn’t unoccupied as I’d hoped. Scarlet was applying the finishing touches to her makeup; coating her lips with gloss while using the aid of a small mirror that she held close to her face. She didn’t notice me silently sneak in and head for the corner, but she must have caught sight of my reflection in her compact because she was soon advancing towards me.

“Good morning, Rufus. How are you today?”

“Fine” I lied, spouting the first word that came to mind.

Scarlet leaned back against the metal wall, casually crossing her arms under her chest. “You know, it’s been a long time since we had a chat, just the two of us. We should do lunch sometime and catch up.”

“Great, fine” I wasn’t listening to a word she was saying because I was too distracted with trying to avoid the next floor. I didn’t want to be subjected to any more unease.

“Well, how about today then… unless you have other plans?”

“Great, fine” I repeated, pounding away at the console with my fist so it would respond to my command rather than that of Tseng’s.

“Excellent, I’ll call by your office later, and we can decide what to do then.”

I grinned as the elevator started to rise to the top rather than collecting Tseng on the ground floor. Now all I needed to do was avoid that prick and everything would be- huh? I turned to a smiley Scarlet, her change in temperament now rather disturbing. What’s she so happy about. Why the hell was everyone so damn happy today?

***

I looked at my watch; it was 11:30am. Ah, lunch time was close, I couldn’t wait. I’d had quite the productive morning and was relishing the thought of a well-deserved break. I was just about to clear my papers away from my desk, when a red stiletto graced the top step to my office and in sauntered Scarlet.

I groaned, looking up, slightly puzzled by her unexpected presence.

She laughed at my reaction, flicking the loose hair from of her face. “You’ve forgotten already, haven’t you?”

I narrowed my eyes, watching her advance before returning my attention to my papers. “So it seems. Remind me.”

She leaned forwards, hands on my desk, replying with mock disappointment. “Rufus, I’m hurt. Remember, we have our little lunch date?”

“Lunch date? Oh, yes…so we do.” I vaguely remembered her droning on about something in the elevator, although I wasn’t paying attention. Her mouth was moving, but only indistinguishable noises were leaving her mouth. Ah well, I was in a relatively good mood now so being talked at by Scarlet for a couple of hours wasn't going to bring me down. I opened a drawer and brushed the papers inside, looking to Scarlet while forcing a smile. “Just let me clear these away and I’ll be right with you.”

“Take your time, you don’t need to rush.” Scarlet waved her hand teasingly, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. I caught her looking at me through the corner of my eye as she perched herself suggestively on the edge of my desk.

“Do you have any requests as to where we eat, Scarlet? You always were the picky type.”

“I don’t mind… where ever you want.” She replied absent mindedly, before pausing and leaning back. “I suppose, we could… stay up here for a while. If I’m honest, I’m not really feeling all that hungry.”

I couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the way she phrased that last comment. If she wasn’t hungry then why was she here so early? She smiled at my reaction, staring at me with an insinuative look in her eye. Hmm, I know that look. She’s after something.

“We have a whole thirty minutes to kill, so I suppose in that time, we could-“

“We could, what?” I stated skeptically, noticing a shift in her tone. I watched her with caution as she slipped off of the desk, now making her way casually towards me. Coming to a graceful halt by my side, she ran a hand up the back of the leather cushion and applying pressure, rolling my chair gently backwards. Passing over a leg as she mounted my lap, she started to make herself comfortable.

I furrowed my brow, looking directly at her face. “Scarlet… what do you think you are doing?”

“What does it look like? I thought you could do with taking your mind off of business for a while.” Placing both of her hands on either side of the arm rests she began to slowly but forcefully grind herself against me.

“Really?” I sighed, rolling my eye with annoyance.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it… since we had some fun in this chair? Remember, we used to do this all the time when your father was away.”

I narrowed my eyelids in response to her actions, but the recollection did make me smile. “That was a long time ago.”

She paused from her influential motion and sat down on my lap, pouting in reply “Aw, you used to like our little sessions.”

Reclining back, I smirked in remembrance, running my hand over her thigh. “I supposed they did pass the time, didn’t they?”

“Yes, they did.” She teased, wriggling excitedly against my groin. “So, shall we engage in some lighthearted nostalgia?”

I shrugged my shoulders and granted a sly smile to her proposal, which she took as inspiration to continue. She seductively began to slip the strap of her dress over her shoulder, letting the crimson material fall down past her arm. She continued with the other strap until there was nothing left to sustain her garment. She shuffled slightly on my lap, leaning forwards, gently easing down the top half of her unsupported dress. Her breasts then fell from the fabric as she advanced further, dangling in front of my face. Pressing herself up against my chest she looked up at me, through her darkened lashes; darkened by the heavy coating of mascara she’d recently applied for my benefit. Running her hand over herself she searched for my approval. I openly allowed myself to smirk; well she wasn’t that bad looking. She’s been trying for so long to get my attention back, and I have been ignoring her advances for some time now. Let’s just see how far she’d be willing to go. I reclined in my chair and surveyed her form. Her cheeks reddened slightly as I allowed my eyes to study her uncovered flesh.

“I’d like it very much if you were to touch me, Rufus… like you used to.” She smiled, slowly inching nearer. Rising a little from my lap she pushed herself closer, crossing her arms just under her chest to enhance her cleavage. My elbow was on my arm rest and my cheek was leaning against my fist. I’d have looked completely bored if it hadn’t been for my arched eyebrow of slight intrigue. She took hold of my hand and placed it over herself, pushing my palm against her breast; causing the soft tissue to mold against my hand. Hmm, so you think this pleases me? Well, it’s better than talking, I suppose. So I indulged her, squeezing the flesh gently then releasing. I took her nipple between my fingers, using my thumb to delicately rub and rotate the surface. She grinned, watching with fascination as my other hand slipped beneath her dress and slowly started to caress her inner thigh. I was only humouring her; I didn’t intend to take this any further. For me, this was a procrastination attempt; a spur of the moment thing that wouldn’t be repeated. Well, that statement all depended on just how well she entertained me.

She began to rock herself gently on my knee, trying her hardest to acquire an arousal on my part; but she simply wasn’t working hard enough for that to happen. It took a lot to evoke my interest. I allowed my fingers to brush against the silky material of her underwear, causing her to shudder at the sensation. Oh, so you like that, do you? With that, I gradually edged my fingers underneath the fabric and passed lightly over the tender region beneath. Well, she was certainly aroused; her skin was considerably moistened, and got wetter the further I delved my fingers. She wasn’t here for a chat, that’s for sure. I grinned and continued to gently pummel my fingers against the sensitive area between her legs, slowly easing them further, pushing past the wet yielding walls. Suddenly the console on my desk began to bleep. I quickly removed my hand from beneath her dress, placing it on the arm rest before the visitor entered the office.

It was Tseng. He looked up at our unusual positions as his hand left the banister, his foot leaving the final step. His eyebrow slightly rose.

“Oh, I do apologize. Your secretary said you were having lunch. I didn’t realize you had company, sir.”

I felt Scarlet suddenly push her naked chest against mine, trying to hide her exposed state from view.

“Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?!” Scarlet hissed from over her shoulder while fumbling clumsily with her dress.

“What can I do for you, Tseng?” I replied casually, reaching my fingers out for a tissue and gently wiping the moisture from them. Tseng averted his eyes, trying his best not to stare at the awkward situation we were in. I couldn’t see why he felt so awkward, or why Scarlet did for that matter. I seemed the only one not bothered by the predicament.

“I wanted to speak with you privately, sir, but I can see that you’re currently engaged, so I’ll try again when you’re not so… pre-occupied.”

“About?” I answered, speaking as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening and that there wasn’t a half-naked female sitting on my lap.

“What’s the matter, Tseng? Are you jealous?” Scarlet smirked as she eventually managed to cover herself up. She leaned closer against my body, resting her head against my chest and taunted Tseng by stroking the fabric of my coat.

By the way Tseng was glaring, I’d say, yes. I’d say he was definitely jealous. Well, I had no idea that Tseng had a soft spot for Scarlet. Well, this has certainly turned out to be quite the ‘interesting’ event.

“No it’s fine, Scarlet was just leaving, weren’t you? We can continue this another time.” I whispered softly against her ear, gently slapping her ass as a signal for her to descend from my lap. Oh, Tseng did not like that, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists as they hung rigidly by his sides. Scarlet dismounted slowly, purposely winding Tseng up with her leisurely speed. Once on her feet, she leaned down and brushed a loose strand of hair from my eyes. Making sure to press her breast as close to my face as possible in the process.

“You know where I am if you want me” Scarlet smiled, standing upright again, she turned and walked slowly towards the door; swaying her hips slightly and sneakily glancing back to see if I was still watching. Thanks, Scarlet, but no thanks. When she passed Tseng she paused and examined his appearance, checking out his body while he stood completely still. His eyes glared evilly into hers. She laughed in his face then delivered me a final wink before disappearing down the stairs. I casually placed my hands behind my head and rested my legs over one another on top of the desk.

“So Tseng, what do I owe this pleasure?”

He turned to me, lowering his gaze. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You weren’t.” I smiled, while reclining further back into my chair. “You actually did me a favour. So, what‘s so important that you need to speak to me?”

He paused, thinking over the words in his mind before he spoke.

“Come on now, Tseng, don’t waste my time. I’ve got other things to do.”

Tseng looked up wearily “It’s nothing really…nothing of real significance.”

“Then why are you here?” My tone turned suddenly from ‘highly amused’ back to a ‘don’t piss me around’ business manner. He stayed silent for a while, then met my eyes while he spoke.

“Is there something going on between you and Scarlet?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Tseng. But before there’s a rumour going round, no there’s not. There’s absolutely nothing inappropriate going on between me and another member of staff. So you don’t have to worry about someone getting to her before you do.”

He looked at me with slight puzzlement “Before I do?”

I smirked and leaned further back. “I saw the way you looked at us, Tseng I think there was a ring of truth to Scarlet’s statement.”

Tseng’s face slightly flushed, turning a soft red after registering to that last comment. “No, sir, you’re mistaken. I’m not jealous-”

I slipped my feet off of the desk and place them back against the floor. Leaning forwards, I rested my chin over the top of weaved fingers. “Oh please, you don’t need to pretend. I saw your reaction. But you have nothing to fear from me. I won’t be stepping on your toes. You seem to have a fascination for blondes at the moment, don’t you? First Elena, now Scarlet.”

This was classic, I didn’t think his cheeks could get any redder; but I was pleasantly mistaken. “Is that all, Tseng, because I have work to do.”

“Sorry to have troubled you.” He lowered his head then turned and made his way towards the exit. I smiled in response. He was so easy to annoy.

***

At last I was home. It had turned out to be quite the ‘interesting’ day today. I was greeted by Darknation as she limped over to me. Rubbing herself affectionately against my legs while covering my white trousers in her dark fur. Despite her size, being built like a tank, she hasn’t been the same ever since that skirmish back on the roof. He had wounded her greatly, and damaged her body as well as her pride. She was no longer the powerful fighting machine she’d once been. She was now resorted to being just a domestic pet that inhabited the house. She’d become highly protective of me since that day, never leaving my side only when forced to, mainly when I left for work. And even then she’d pine for me and sit by the door until I returned. I bent down and ruffled her ears, making her growl softy from my attention. I’ll find that spiky haired bastard one day and slit his throat for what he did to you.

I sat down on my leather sofa and reluctantly removed from my bag, the next mountain of accounts to check. How I wish Tseng was here, then he could have done all this for me.

***

It was getting pretty late and I’d tired of the accounts hours ago, so I was relaxing by the fire with a bottle of wine. Darknation was sprawled across my feet, making any leg movement impossible. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere you stupid creature.
This is because I didn’t come home last night, isn’t it?

***

I was becoming rather drowsy. I’d consumed a considerable amount of wine in my relaxation period, so I thought it best now to sleep. I kicked Darknation off my feet and made my way to the bedroom. She followed me, trying her best not to lose sight of me even for a second. No, you can’t come everywhere with me. I won’t be long. I’m only going to use the bathroom.

I discarded my clothes and climbed into bed. Darknation jumped up and settled diagonally over my legs, she was determined to keep me from leaving. Like I said, you dense beast, I’m not going anywhere, now get off of me before you give me cramp!

After getting comfortable I eventually settled down and drifted off to sleep.

***

The weight on my legs had moved; she must have bounced off somewhere, heard a noise in the house and gone to investigate. So I stretched my legs out, delighting in the fact they were now free from her custody. I opened my eyes and leaned over the bed, checking the time on the digital clock. It was a little blurred but I could still make the time out as 2:45am, plenty of time to go back to sleep. As I was turning back to my pillow, I caught sight of a dark form sat at the end of my bed. I sat up straight and stared. There definitely was someone there. Had they been watching me…watching me sleep?

“Who’s there? How did you get in here and what do you want?”

The figure was silent and didn’t move from its position when I spoke. I wasn’t scared by this intruder, nor did I feel threatened by it and I found myself curiously crawling forwards to examine it further. I stopped mere inches from their face and waited for a response. I got none, the being just simply stared at me motionless. There was someone there, I wasn’t imagining it. I put my hand out in front of me to check for myself. I felt something, something fabric. Yes there was someone there, but in the pitch blackness I couldn’t tell who. Again my vision was blurred, damn my fondness for alcohol. I ran my hand over the material, the being didn’t even flinch as my hand made its way across their body. I stopped at their face and gently started to trace their features…wait a minute, I know that scent. It’s you again, isn’t it?

I removed my hand and placed it down by my side. My admirer had returned, which meant that I was dreaming again. That made sense, how else could someone gain access to my house without alarming either Darknation or myself? The figure sat still while I advanced closer and I ended up sitting right by their side. I raised my hand to their neck, to that soft skin that I loved to taste and gently started to stroke it.

“I’ve been thinking about you. Thinking about if you’d show yourself again.”

I got no reply from my intruder. No verbal reply anyway, just a shudder when my lips met their throat. I moved my hand to the back of their head and gently forced it down; bringing my lips to theirs, we began to kiss. It didn’t take long for the shadowy form to respond, putting as much power and passion into it as I was. And I was soon lying on my back with the being on top of me, pressing its body against mine; pushing their tongue down my throat as far as it could possibly reach. And then it stopped. The figure withdrew instantly, backing away like it had done something wrong and offended me. I sat up and smiled. “You’re not going to go all shy on me now, are you?”

I smirked and reached out to grab something, I found an arm and yanked it forwards. The figure fell against the mattress and it was I who regained the dominant position above. You got to be in control last time, it’s my turn now.

I leaned down and we resumed our previous activity. My hands were searching for clothes to unfasten. I was already undressed, so I didn’t see why they got to keep their clothes on while I was exposed. I didn’t want anything to restrict my access. I opened out their shirt and ran my hand over a taught muscular chest. My eyes widened in shock. “Wait, you’re a man?!”

I stopped what I was doing and instantly retracted my hand from their body, slightly backing away. “All this time, you’ve been a man?!”

The figure looked up, supporting himself on his elbows and looking at me with comprehensive confusion. It was completely dark in the room, but I could see a slight shimmer emit from their bemused eyes. I sat up straight on the bed, turning my head to face the wall, and began to think intensely. This is a dream, isn’t it? An involuntary image invented by my subconscious. Why would I imagine a man lying on my bed?

The figure sat up slowly, keeping his distance until I was ready to accept his presence. I turned back and studied him. He sat there, set in place, waiting patiently for me to act. But I needed time to get my head around this, I needed to understand. Pressing my hand over his chest I forced him back down on to his back. He wasn’t going anywhere, not until I’d thought this through. Well, this certainly had developed into something intriguing…I now had a semi-naked man on my bed.

I leaned over him, so our faces were only inches apart, smiling mischievously in reply. “I’ve never been with a man before. This has certainly turned into something quite… fascinating.”

The figure exhaled a sigh of relief and relaxed his body slightly. I think he was still a little nervous of my earlier apprehension. I won’t lie; this did seem a little odd. I’d never imagined sharing my bed with another male before, but this was only a dream, and I was already slightly aroused, so there was no harm in going along with it.

I continued down his chest, running my fingers over his sculpted physique and came to a halt when I met with his belt. I grinned and began to unbuckle the leather strap from his pants, slipping it off and throwing it carelessly over my shoulder. He remained perfectly still while I was undressing him. Removing his trousers from his hips and easing them down his long legs. I did receive a shiver though as my hand trailed up his inner thigh and caught the waistband of his underwear. They were soon off, tugged gently from his person and dropped on the floor to accompany his trousers.

I had no light to tell me just how large he was, so I used my hand as an alternative. Slowly I eased my way up his leg and over his groin, enjoying the feeling of his trembling skin. His body soon became ridged, when my hand came into contact with his manhood; brushing my fingers lightly along him to identify the length. He was quite well endowed from what I could tell. And he’d done such a good job for me the last time; it was only fair that I tried to return the favour.

I placed my hands on either one of his ankles and pushed them upwards, to force my admirer to bend his knees. I opened them out and lowered my head between them. I ran my parted lips over his subtle flesh, flicking out my tongue to taste it. I’d never taken a man into my mouth before. There was a little doubt in my mind because of my lack of experience in this field. But, it had been done many times to me in the past, so I had a good idea of what to do. I remembered how much this one had tormented me on our last encounter, so I was going to use the same cruel tactics for him.

Gently I teased the skin with my tongue, licking it ever so lightly; only enough to tickle the surface. I stroked his thigh with my hand and continued with my deliberate pace, never changing the speed. I could sense his frustration, could feel how tense his body had become…but it served him right for doing it to me.

“Relax, there’s nothing to be nervous about.” I reassured. His texture felt rather unusual as my tongue stroked his length, gradually getting used to the taste. But by the little sounds he was so desperately trying to suppress, I’d say I wasn’t doing too badly at my first attempt.

It was a very strange feeling when I finally allowed him in, my mouth became accustomed to his size. Tightening my lips around him, I sucked him softy, stroking the areas I was unable to take in all the way. I withdrew temporarily, to lick along the length, making sure I paid it attention. On reaching the tip I made my way back down again. My tongue flicked around him swiftly, then slowed straight down to a single stroke seconds later. He was fighting with himself; urging his hips to calm, but he had very good self-control. I don’t think I would have been able to restrain myself if the roles had been reversed. I was enjoying the torment, biting him playfully while roughly squeezing his skin. He was becoming excited. Good, because I expect a little more than what I got last time, call me greedy, call me selfish but I always get what I want. But I have to hand it to him; I was quite impressed by his constant composure… even if it was pretty obvious to see just how hard he was working to control himself.

His time was close, the way he expanded in my mouth told me this, so I decided to withdraw and make him suffer. He whimpered loudly when my lips moved away, begging for me to continue. But I was feeling rather evil and decided to merely taunt him instead. Gently stroking his hardened member with the tips of my fingers, making his skin break out in involuntary shudders. Oh, how I love to be mean.

He growled through clenched teeth, highly annoyed. I’d stopped suddenly when he was so close and he certainly wasn’t amused. Tough, you can just stay like that for the time being. I slipped off of the bed and knelt down by my bedside table. He was watching me, eyes never leaving my location. Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be back in a second, just endure it a little longer. I found what I was looking for and climbed back onto the bed beside him. I waved the small bottle I held between my fingers in front of his face. See, I hadn’t forgotten about you. I made my way back towards the end of the mattress, regaining my previous position between his thighs and trailing the plastic bottle over his leg in the process. I slyly smirked, narrowing my eyes. Now then, let’s really make you beg.

I unscrewed the lid and squeezed the transparent gel onto my fingers, massaging the substance generously between them. “Hmm, you know what’s coming next, don’t you?” I grinned, moving closer, gently beginning to apply the gel to him.

Was that a whimper I just heard… or was it just because this stuff is really cold?

After applying a significant amount I began to tease his entry, stroking softly and administering slight pressure towards the middle. “Am I doing this right?” I taunted, receiving a vigorous nod in response. I couldn’t help but laugh; he was so easy to wind up. I decided that I’d let him suffer for long enough and gently slipped a single finger inside. Now this felt weird. Rubbing my finger against his walls, I began to explore his insides. He was panting on the bed, clawing at the sheets, desperately trying to contain himself. Aww, someone needs to learn a little patience. I’ll let you go soon, I promise.

Now, this was new to me. I’d never been inside a man before. But I wasn’t completely uneducated; I knew there was something…around about there? Yes, it was there. I’d just brushed past it because Mr. Patience here was moaning. Was that nice? How about if I try with two this time? I withdrew slightly and eased another finger inside. Oh, how he squirmed, trying his hardest not to rock back against them. No, no…you have to stay still. He was really frustrated by now, and I kind of felt sorry for his predicament. But he was my play thing, and I was enjoying my play time with him so he’d have to grin and bear it. I parted my fingers inside of him, widening him up for a third to join. And when a third did join in he growled noisily, not only from the taunting but from the discomfort as well. Yes you’re right, I was being rather cruel. But I’m enjoying the noises you make. It’s the first time I’ve tortured a man sexually, I have to experiment. I might not get the chance to again.

“You’re not going to last much longer, are you?” I thought not, he shook his head violently as a reply. So I thought I’d put him out of his misery and began to delve my fingers further inside of him. With my other hand, I wrapped it around his hardened manhood and began to pump away at it forcefully, using the same rhythm that I was using for my fingers. It wasn’t long until he released, moaning deeply and melting back into the mattress. You did very well considering. But it’s not over yet.

Evidence of his climax was all over my hand, I couldn’t help but let curiosity get the better of me. I brought it to my lips, sniffing it slightly and began to lick it from my palm. I leaned over him and lapped the rest from his length, which soon itself caught another arousal.

I smiled, he certainly was eager. That’s good because I liked enthusiasm. You’ve had your fun; it’s time for me to have mine. I slapped his legs gently; they had gone slightly lifeless and closed together on impulse. They opened out for me and gave me access once again. I began to prepare for the next stage, coating my fingers in the gel again and wiping it gently over myself. I looked up to see my admirer staring obviously, raising his head up for a closer view. Does this please you? Seeing me do this to myself? Of course it does. I discarded the bottle and aligned myself for entry. I could see the way he was assembling himself. Gripping the bed sheets tightly and readying for what was coming next. How could I disappoint such desire?

Slowly I eased myself inside. I’d already been cruel to him tonight, so I thought I’d show a little compassion. That and the fact that this was my first time, I didn’t want to rush things. I stayed still for a while, getting used to the surrounding pressure. It was tighter than what I was used to, but it certainly wasn’t uncomfortable. Well, not for me anyway. I maneuvered my hips until it felt right, shifting on the sheets. I then began to gently rock myself back and forth. The groans of ecstasy emitting from his mouth meant he was definitely enjoying himself; sinking his head back into the pillow, digging his fingers deeper into the bed covers and pulling them closer towards him. His back started to arch upwards off of the bed when I started to increase in speed. The walls surrounding me were so tight, so textured. God, this was bliss. I couldn’t help but enhance the pace. I wanted more. I wanted the walls to close in on me, to squeeze me tighter. He was writhing around on the bed, trying desperately to control himself. His head was thrashing on the pillow, forcing back the noisy groans in his throat. I was really driving into him now, my pelvis powerfully slapped against him on every thrust.

I couldn’t help it, I was panting, grunting. The figure was shifting on the bed, being pushed back and forth as I my thrusts intensified. I reached for his manhood and gripped it firmly, digging my nails into his skin. He screamed, the tighter I squeezed the louder he yelped. “Don’t hold it back!” I demanded “I want to hear the noises you make.”

I loosened my hold and began to vigorously stroke him again, matching the rate of my hips. He couldn’t help himself anymore. He couldn’t stay still. He reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of him. I was still going, driving myself deeper. My position within of him felt so glorious. I had to go faster, had to push harder. He was gasping for air now, panting so heavily. He’d been holding it back for so long. I caught his open mouth and kissed him powerfully. He screamed silently into my throat as he released. His mouth widened and his grip on me tightened, his fingers buried deeply into my skin. The walls around me suddenly compressed and I was lovingly embraced; squeezing me so tightly that I lost my self-control and freed myself within him as well.

I collapsed, exhausted, landing on top of his drained body. A low profound groan left my open lips. I unwillingly forced myself to roll off of him and crawl forwards to fall ungracefully onto the pillow by his side. I glanced over; he was breathing briskly, his eyes fixated on mine.

“Next time, you will be performing for me” I insisted panting, trying to catch my breath. I lifted up my arm to allow him access to my chest and he shifted over to comply. Snuggling his face in until he was comfortable, I stroked his hair as his head lay contently against me. Right now, I didn’t really care that it was a man, that he was a complete stranger who I’d never got the chance to know. My subconscious had chosen him because he was everything I’d wanted. Strength, speed and passion; everything I’d never been able to find before with no strings attached. I lowered my head and caught his parted lips and we kissed for the last time that night. All I knew was that he’d satisfied me tonight in a way that I’d never been satisfied before, and I couldn’t wait for our next encounter.

***

I snarled and turned over, wrapping the pillow around my head to drown out the annoying bleeping of my alarm. Damn you, I was enjoying that. I smashed my fist over the clock and reluctantly climbed out of bed. Darknation was lying on the floor, ripping apart an old blanket with her teeth. I stepped over her and made my way towards the bathroom. Emerging showered and fully clothed, I opened the door and called Darknation to follow. She did, discarding her savaged sheet and wrapping herself around my legs. I swear you’re trying to kill me. You never used to be this affectionate. I stumbled down the stairs, trying to shove Darknation out of the way before I fell over her massive frame and ended up in a heap at the bottom. When I reached the lounge, I looked up to find Tseng sat on one of my couches checking his phone.

Groaning, I walked towards him, standing to attention by his side.

“Tseng, is there a reason why you’re here?” I demanded, slightly startled by his unexpected presence. He locked the screen on his phone and smiled up at me, placing it on the arm of the chair.

I scratched my head in confusion. “So, are you going to tell me? Also, how long have you been sat there for?”

“Not long. Security let me in.Your chauffer… he had an emergency involving his wife. He wouldn’t be able to collect you this morning, so I’ve been assigned to take his place.”

“You’ve been assigned?” Well, I suppose that was normal. A Turk is just as efficient protection as a chauffeur driven car full of bodyguards.

There was a slight pause before he answered, but the smile on his face remained the same. “Only on a temporary basis. A replacement will be sourced shortly.”

I shrugged, taking a seat on the adjacent arm chair, lazily reclining back.

Picking up his phone, he continued sending his email. “Your security told me to wait here. You were still asleep so there was no point in disturbing you. They told me that you wouldn’t be up for another few hours”.

I lifted my head, propping my elbow on the armrest and pressed my face to my fist. “So you’ve been here for a few hours?”

He nodded, smirking as he spoke, his eyes never leaving the phone screen. “Yes, I suppose I have been.”

***

Walking to the car, I glanced over at Tseng. He had the widest smirk plastered on his face and he was constantly looking at me through the corner of his eye. God, I wish he wouldn’t do that. It really makes me feel uncomfortable.

“WILL YOU QUIT THAT ALREADY?

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, a cue for me to elaborate.

“Being so happy. I don’t like it. It makes me…uneasy.”

He laughed and tried his best to pout for me instead. That was worse. He looked like a moody fish. Why couldn’t he just be ‘normal’?

He opened the car door and I climbed inside, sinking back against the cold leather backseat. Well, on the bright side, at least I’d had a decent night’s sleep.
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