Chapter 4

Breathless (M)

I recovered an hour later and met up with my friends. By that time, I was able to put on a fake smile which covered up how I felt inside. Everyone was happy and supportive like usual. Many hugs got shared, and then our time was up, some free hours leftover for me to do whatever.

I sat on the couch and snatched up a pillow, hugging it tightly. Like a slideshow of memories, I begun reminiscing about what happened when Kaiba was here this morning.

Numbness stilled my body. I could easily remember how I felt in that moment, even with my short-term memory. His voice was so soft and sweet, something unusual.

Once again, tears dripped down my cheeks as I sobbed into the pillow.

He cares about me but I'm not willing to quit my job and become a freeloader in his life. I need to be responsible.

With teary eyes, I glanced at the painting Kaiba admired and felt a tug in my chest. I licked my lips and nodded, getting up from the couch and heading into my bedroom to collect a blank canvas and some art things.

It's time to gift him what he wanted a copy of.

I found myself at the club after spending hours working on his painting that I nearly finished. A customer was sitting on the chair, his hungry gaze rolling down my exposed form. I smirked, swishing my hips elegantly as I sat on his lap, stroking my fingers across his collarbone.

"You're so sexy," he mused, grasping my hips roughly. I gasped, humming with interest once he started rubbing his hands all over my body. I let loose a whimper when his hand brushed across my groin teasingly.

I have a feeling he wants sex.

"Where's your bedroom, Joey? I want to have some fun with you."

I shivered when I looked into his lustful green eyes. He smirked, grabbing my ass, and watching me whine with pleasure.

"Y-You know the prices, c-correct?"

"Indeed, I do. My name is Loche. Don't forget to moan that name in bed when you're withering beneath me all submissively."

I nodded my head, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the lap dance room. Loche followed without any hesitation. When we arrived at my room, I unlocked the door with my phone that I grabbed off the shelf in the lap dance room. Loche entered, and we locked the door, tension suddenly overflowing between us.

I gulped once I felt his hands glide down my body from where he was pressed up behind me. His lips brushed along my neck, and I gasped, already feeling a bit light-headed.

"You're so desperate," he purred into my ear, his hands getting lower until I started tensing up. I randomly moaned from the pressure pushing against my boxers. I was getting harder and breathless.

Loche guided me to the bed, and I placed my phone onto the bedside table. He shoved me down and climbed on top of me. I moaned, loving how trapped he was keeping me beneath him.

"Have I got your consent?"

"Yes, you have my consent." I replied while staring into his green eyes that showed so many emotions. Loche smiled and kissed me on the lips.

"You have my consent too."

I hummed and started to relax beneath him. He seemed like he was treating me right.

Loche caressed my body all over, and I moaned and gasped, arching my back wanting more. I was a begging mess beneath him, especially since he knew how to find my kinks easily.

I got yanked by the scruff of my hair, pulled towards him where I lowered my mouth around his dick, sucking his tip and then going further down to accept his full length. Loche's groans of enjoyment had my own dick twitching with anticipation.

He didn't shove me down to deepthroat, and when he did it was for only three seconds which I'm happy about since he's worried about me breathing properly. We seemed to understand each other's limits, and that made this the best kind of sex, inducing communication.

I used my hand to jerk him off at the same time as sucking. His load filled my mouth and I swallowed, tasting the bland flavour. I was in such a daze I don't even remember when he got off me to strip. What I did know is that his fingers were tracing the band of my boxers, and I am staring into his green eyes, begging for his attention.

"Is my little boy hard?" Loche teased, and I moaned, loving his seductive tone.

"Yes, daddy. I'm so hard for you." I announced, tilting my head back with every stroke he did against my bulge. Eventually my head landed on the pillow, rapid breaths seizing my lungs as he palmed me roughly.

"Your member is begging for my attention, hm? You want me that badly?" Loche taunted, lowering himself down to my crotch and pressing his lips against the smooth fabric. I arched my back, thrusting my hips upwards to try and gain better access to caresses. Loche chuckled, stimulating my balls with his thumb that moved around.

"Loche, please! I-I need to release." I moaned aloud, desperately waiting for him to tug my boxer briefs down. I sensed his lips touch my bulge again, kissing my dick through the material.

"Say you want me," he demanded, humming to the tune of my echoing whimpers. I shivered.

"I want you, daddy."

Loche carefully tugged down my boxer briefs, and I gasped when the cold air made my penis twitch. His mouth enveloped me, causing me to groan, closing my eyes and embracing these feelings.

His mouth was so warm and pleasurable. Every time he would go up and down, my dick sliding in his mouth, I would lose myself and moan louder. Breathing was hard to do, especially with the pleasure being so good. I was hyperaware of every stroke, every lick, and every clench that my balls and stomach did that twisted in such a sensation that I was becoming light-headed.

Loche massaged my balls which alerted me of the swirls in my stomach, telling me how close I was to my release. The feeling kept getting stronger, and I started gasping frequently.

"Daddy, I'm so close!" I practically screamed as he sucked on my balls.

"Cum for me," he ordered, jerking me with his hand and flickering his tongue on my glans. I moaned, panting heavily while tossing and turning.

"Loche! Oh, my gosh! This is amazing!" I yelled, riding my high desperately to the last drop of cum. Loche took me into his mouth again and stroked his hand faster around my dick. I gasped over and over again, and then abruptly I moaned a vowel that continued for a while, one last hitched gasp finishing it off.

I continuously shook throughout my orgasm. Loche licked up any bits of cum he missed. He kissed the tip of my dick and rested my flaccid member against my balls. I remained exhaustedly sunken into the bedsheets. His searching hand trailed up my chest, and that instantly told me he wasn't finished with me yet.

"Take a few breathers and then the real fun will begin."

Shakily, I hummed and curled into myself, grasping the pillow with my hand.

I think I will have a limp after this intercourse.