Chapter 2

It had been a week since I had my way with Hiro. Despite the fact that I did most of the fucking, that night was heaven. I rip my way into him so eagerly that I probably had bruised him. It was his first time, I could tell due to all the blood and the incredible tightness of his ass.

That night behind the building, I continued to kissed him; what an absurd feeling that was. I had never imagined kissing to be so good, and not to mention it was with another man, but not just any man; it was Hiro. For a moment, I thought that I scared him with my sudden aggressiveness. If anyone were to ask me why I acted the way I did that night; I wouldn't be able to answer that. I didn't know what came over me, but I was mad for Hiro that night.

When I released him from my kiss; the look from his sharp intense eyes aroused me even more. He looked as if he had never imagined that I would ever do such a thing like that. "Let me go! What are you doing?" He questioned me boldly with his parched voice, which was the result of my kissing so hungrily. He tasted so good, sweet and bitter; I'd probably dehydrated him when I invaded his lips with my strong thrust and suction.

As I stared into his eyes; he looked a bit frightened as if he didn't know what I was about to do to him. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." I said as I released his arms.

He immediately pushed me away. "Fuck! Tatsuha, I'm not into this stuff!" Why was he resisting? I could tell that he liked it; he couldn't lie. Men were so obviously when they were turned on.

"Fuck? That's exactly what I want to do with you." I hissed back as I wiped the slobber from the corner of my mouth from the force kiss that I shared with him a moment ago.

"What? No way!" He tried to swing away again but I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. Once again he was against the wall, but this time his arms were securely behind his back.

"Don't lie." I blew the words right beneath his nose as I found his neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin. I felt it; a small moan escaped as he gasped for air and my arms firmly rested around his waist while my hands were holding onto his wrists. I pulled him closer. I felt it again, he couldn't hide his arousal; no man could have hidden it. It felt so good rubbing it against my own; I could only ask for more. Hell! He was hot! He was harder than I was. For a split moment, I'd almost lost control as I continued to stroke my length against his. Oh, man! The sound of his voice moaning drove me nut. I found his Adam's apple; it was vibrating as he quietly tried to hide his pleasure and bit his lower lip. I quickly slid one hand down where I found his manhood and teased it with the tips of my fingers. I ran my dried fingers around the tip of his erection. He jumped instantly as he felt my fingers invaded his immeasurable gift of god.

"Don't tell me that you're seriously going to…"

I stole another kiss from his lips to make sure that he knew exactly what I wanted. I continued running my fingers along the side of his staff. Oh, man! I could feel his navel sucked in and the area where my hand was caressing got motivated. "Fuck! You're hard!" I could hear my dried voice growled with ambitious thoughts. "Let me help you release."

"No! Stop!" He whimpered.

"Shut up! I'm thirsty!" I could tell from his cry that he was strong; he was trying to hold it in. He probably didn't like the idea at first, but he became less resistance as I activated his delicate muscle. I released my grip from behind his back and quickly found the button located in front of his pants where I impatiently snatched the darn slab and ripped it opened. His zipper was undone at that instant. My hands found themselves on his waist as I licked my dried lips and studied the sparks of lust that were simulating from his concentrated eyes as they looked at me.

"No, not here." He whispered.

Hearing those words aroused me enough more; the way that he said them was almost like he was about to plead; to beg for my attention. There should be no more hesitation from him; he had submitted to me; he needed me now. I could no longer control myself; I was sweating, boiling in heat and hunger; I needed to satisfy the growing appetite that was torching beneath my damned clothing and I knew that he felt the same.

"Then here." I immediately took his hand and pulled him into the backroom's storage where the owner of the club stored all the supplies and liquors. I quickly found a spot where I could enjoy my feast without any disturbance. It was in the furthest corner behind the huge oak wine cellar. In that dark corner, I had my way with him.

That night, when I finished eating my fill and drank all the foamy white wine that I was able to squeeze out of him; he was satisfied. Yet, I found my satisfaction in his pain as I invaded his entry and drove my hypersensitive length into his hot and sweaty body. His slippery skin, his silky red hair, and every curve of his muscle pressed against my own were so encouraging. I was obsessed with him. I wanted to come back inside, but after the first rupture he was like a virgin hanging at the verge of overwhelming pleasure and excoriating pain. He could barely move and I didn't want to be scared him away. I wanted to fuck him again so bad, but I had to control my sex drive. Hiro seemed to be just an average ordinary guy, but when it came down to sex, he was very sensitive. Man! The way he moaned and cried when I touched him were like music to my ears; simulation music that could keep me going forever. Instead of burying myself again like I usually would when I slept with all the other women that came on to me; I found an urge to just hold him. I wrapped his body in my arms and I could tell that he liked it. His head snuggled under my chin and his back pressed against my chest with every thread of wet hair glued against my bare skin. Man! I don't know why, but that feeling was great! The pungent aroma of our mixed perspiration and the sweet herbal scent of his hair were soothing. I couldn't remember finding comfort holding anyone after a session like that for too long. Yet, I must have held him in that position until morning.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone. Ever since that night, I'd been wondering to myself. What happened? I thought that I was being very careful not to scare him away, yet a week had passed and no sign of him. He hadn't come to the club for drinks with his band nor at least come by and said hi to his partner behind the cellar's wall. Maybe that night didn't mean as such to him as it did for me. This was pathetic! Should I go and chase him down? Was sex the only objective that I had with him? Or, was there something else?

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Smile: I know that this chapter is short, but I hope you like it anyways. For this story, I'm not planning to write anymore than 2 or 3 pages per chapter.