Eye Candy
Chapter Three
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To think I'd ever be caught up over my damn landscaper who just loved to flaunt around with all that body he had going on. Fuck. It was a shame. Since we fucked, I couldn't stop thinking about it. He was sexy as hell and it had definitely been too long since I'd last had sex. There was no denying my attraction to him and I would have him again without a single thought, but my job had other plans for me.
The next weekend I was out of town, a business trip stole my free days before I was right back home to work. It couldn't be helped. I loved my business and wanted to always be on top of things myself—as involved as I could be. Even if I could pay somebody else to do it. I wouldn't neglect my duties just because I found some amazing dick that was at my beck and call on the weekends. But I wanted it again, I really wanted it. That was all I wanted.
Thankfully, Kawaki didn't seem like the relationship type. That was good because I didn't want a relationship. At all. Now, I'd love to hook up with him, often. But that was all I'd ever want from him. A lot of guys weren't into that, they wanted to tie you down and have you theirs and only theirs. It wasn't like I wanted to fuck around a lot, I didn't do that anyway. But I didn't want anyone trying to tell me what I could and couldn't do and I'd had a fair share of horrible relationships. I just didn't want that kind of drama in my life. Ever.
I knew Kawaki would want to fuck again, I just had to catch him and I was looking forward to the next weekend until on Friday. My phone ringing was what woke me from my sleep. It was Himawari begging me to let her come over with her friends. When she promised they wouldn't be bothering the landscaper and would be leaving the next day, I reluctantly agreed because I didn't want to deal with her whining. I thought I'd have time to at least talk to Kawaki alone, but before we could hang up the phone, she walked inside. She'd already been outside waiting, as if she knew I'd agree.
It pissed me off, but while I took a shower, they cooked breakfast so I calmed down and didn't complain. Still, I needed an out to at least get a glimpse of that stripper. I just knew he was working out there half naked and it had been nearly two weeks since I'd laid eyes on him. When the girls started talking about going swimming, I knew I was fucked. There was no way I was going to get a chance to sneak off and talk to him.
They tried to talk me into joining them, but I turned them down, deciding it best if I didn't even go out there because I might not have been able to control my eyes or my words either and I didn't want to give myself away. In the end, the entire day dragged by without me so much as getting to see him. I even tried peeking out the windows a few times, but even though I knew he was out there somewhere, I couldn't find him.
I didn't go outside until that night, when Kawaki was finished with his work and had left for the day—and the girls were inside, causing a ruckus in my living room. I sat by the pool and sighed, thinking maybe it wasn't meant to happen again. Surely these interruptions were happening for a reason other than just pissing me off. Hell, by now he probably thought I was avoiding him. That definitely wasn't the case.
It wasn't like I was dying to see or talk to him, but I did want to. Another hook up would be nice, really nice, but I didn't need to be so needy for it. If I wanted to get laid, I could make it happen but it was more than that, I wanted to soak up that tan, inked skin. I wanted to take in every last one of those perfect muscles and imagine him fucking me all over again. However, I realized the next day that I was just going to have to let it go.
The girls did leave not long after they woke up, but before that I got a call from my dad who needed my help moving some new bedroom furniture he bought. It turned into an all day event, where I had to help move out all the old furniture before actually moving in the new. Then they roped me into staying for dinner and I didn't wind up leaving their home until late that night.
It would be another week before I could even think about seeing him again and I just had to get him off my mind, so I finally focused fully on my work. I actually reached out to my friends, going out to dinner with them a few times and having them over more often and I didn't even think about arguing when they made plans for us to go out over the weekend. I had to distract myself because I couldn't get all caught up on Kawaki and feel so desperate to see him and the more time that passed, the less I thought of him.
So Friday, I was going out. I slept in that morning, took my time in the shower and spent half an hour picking out my clothes. I'd just gotten a haircut the day before after work and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I knew the guys and I would end up wasted and I'd probably take a cab home, so I would have one of them picking me up before long. We would make a day of it and go out to their favorite nightclub when it got later in the night.
Dressed in a pair of my favorite blue jeans, a light blue collar shirt and my newest white tennis shoes, I went down to the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal before checking my phone while absentmindedly wandering into the living room. I sat around for a bit until Mitsuki texted me that he was pulling up and I got my things together. All I needed was my wallet and my keys so I could get back inside when I got home.
Having gotten an email from my secretary, I was distracted by my phone, leaving out the back door instead of the front. I was reading through as I locked the door, stiffening a bit when I felt someone standing behind me. Their presence was far too tall to be Mitsuki. I put my phone in my pocket and turned around slowly, my eyes taking in Kawaki from the waist up.
"Well, well. No shirt." Just how I like it.
"When have I ever worn one?" He shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"Never that I can remember." I laughed. "I mean shit, can I really blame you? Hell no."
He hummed in agreement. "I'm glad you finally get it, boss."
"I'm not gonna go complaining about it, but you might want to watch it around other people. They may try to take advantage."
Kawaki smirked at that. "I'd like to see them try it, shit."
"Yeah." I mumbled absentmindedly, getting distracted by that body. So close. It had been too long. Fuck. "Yeah."
"You good?" He asked knowingly.
Better than I have been in three weeks. "Good." I nodded, forcing my eyes back up to his. "I'm good. Are you?"
"As fine as always."
"That's for damn sure." I agreed. "You need to tone that shit down a bit."
"Oh, was that a complaint? You got any suggestions then?" He asked, smiling. "Other than putting on a shirt."
"Shit, I don't know. Don't let me see you. That would be good." I shrugged.
"Hide and go seek? Fuck that." He shook his head. "Tag, though, I can get behind that."
"I bet you could." I laughed. "I'd play with you."
Kawaki took one step closer. "You good at games then? I wouldn't mind seeing some moves."
"I'd say I'm average. But I'm fairly confident we would enjoy ourselves." I told him with a grin. I wanted him again so bad it was ridiculous.
"Mm, I don't doubt it. Did you know I was a master?"
"Didn't know, but I don't doubt it." I said cheekily. "Maybe you can teach me a few things one day."
Kawaki chuckled, but his eyes burned with passion. "You sure love to play with fire, boss. Let me know when that day comes then so I can go wild on you for real."
Well fuck. "Are you free tomorrow?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"After four." He said shortly.
"I should be awake and recovered by then." I hummed. "You can come over whenever you're ready. Or I don't mind coming to you."
His gaze trailed over my body as if he could make my clothes disappear with a single look. "I don't think you're ready for my place, boss man, but who knows. Maybe one day. I'll probably be around by five as long as things don't go to shit."
"Well let's hope they don't. For me as much as you." I grumbled the last sentence, unsure how my night was going to go. "I'll be expecting you."
"Got it. See you around, have fun raising hell."
"Hopefully." I smiled. "See you . . . tomorrow."
He took another step forward, leaning down so his lips were brushing my ear. "Be prepared, Boruto."
"Don't you worry about that." I huffed, having been prepared for the last three weeks. Shit, who needed to go out? I should just stay home and fuck him now. Before I could suggest it though, I heard Mitsuki yelling for me. "Damn it."
"Too bad." Kawaki sighed, backing away. "Give the freeloader my regards."
"Yeah, whatever." I pouted, glaring off to the side.
"As cute as ever." He smirked before he walked off.
Damn him, just having to show himself to me. And here I was, doing so good too. I groaned after he was out of sight, thinking seriously about smacking myself. I just couldn't help it, I wanted him. I wanted him enough to not want to go out with the guys. I could just stay here and get fucked by Kawaki. Before I could decide to do that though, Mitsuki came running for me and our day out commenced.
Things were simple enough in the first few hours of our day. We went to a day bar, had a few drinks and played some pool. We ate there and all sat at a table, watching a football game as we drank. It was a good time and I was able to forget all about my landscaper, truly enjoying myself with my friends for the first time in a long time.
They bugged me a lot less when they weren't taking over my house and forcing me into doing things. I was the most excited one when it came to us moving things to the nightclub. It had been far too long since I let go and did whatever the hell I wanted. Tonight, I was free.
I was downing drinks like they were going out of style, in the mood now more than I ever had been before. I was having the time of my life, unaware of how quickly time was passing by. It would be over before I knew it, so I was determined to make the most of it. Shikadai was a sore thumb when he was drinking, always quiet and trying to stick to the shadows. Denki wouldn't even come along, too fearful of the nightlife. Inojin was the giggly one. Everything made him happy. Mitsuki, he was a damn handful.
"Boruto, dance with me!" He laughed, pulling me behind him towards the overcrowded dance floor.
He was the only one of my friends who liked to dance as much as me when we were drunk, and I wouldn't have even thought about denying him. Everybody was dancing, having a great time and I was happy to be in the middle of it. Nothing was better than dancing after a few or several drinks. I felt better than ever as I got sandwiched in between two guys, neither of which were Mitsuki. Where the hell?
I shrugged it off, not worrying about it because both of these guys really could move their bodies and I couldn't help having a few fleeting, indecent thoughts. I was a damn pervert when I was drunk and I didn't give a damn. Things got handsy before long and I wasn't going to complain. Sure they weren't Kawaki but they were attractive enough and it was all about having fun.
Just when things were getting good, Mitsuki reappeared, stealing me away and pulling me to the bar. He fussed about me ditching him even though he was the one that disappeared. I ignored him completely as I waited for a drink, my back to the bar as my eyes roamed the crowd. Where were those two frisky fuckers?
Mitsuki was still going off, something about me getting into trouble but I wasn't really listening, too busy searching for my soon to be new friends. They seemed like they'd be a lot of fun and I wanted to have fun. Finally I got my drink and started chugging it, draining the cup in under a minute. I licked my lips once I finished and flashed Mitsuki a grin.
"I'm so glad I didn't stay home to fuck Kawaki."
"The landscaper?" Mitsuki questioned in wonder and I laughed, nodding enthusiastically.
"Yeah he's good but this is fun. Think I can have lots of fun with those guys. Where are they?" I giggled, torn between asking for another drink and going in search of them. "Ima see if they both wanna fuck."
"You wouldn't!" Mitsuki scoffed and I laughed, swaying a bit.
"Oh, hell yeah I would." I told him, grinning as I shrugged him off when he tried to stop me and eagerly made my way back towards the dance floor.
They found me before I could find them, but now there was another one in their group and at first I was a little concerned, having no idea what I would do with three of them but it didn't take me long to figure it out.
Sober me would have never been in this situation, but drunk me was loving it. I hadn't danced so dirty in years, hell I didn't know I had it in me anymore, but it was still there. The rest of the world was drowned out by the party music and the bodies grinding up against me.
It was all going according to plan until I was stolen away again, and it wasn't Mitsuki. "What the fuck?" I snapped, knowing good and damn well I hadn't done anything to have a bouncer dragging my ass out.
It wasn't a bouncer though, it was Iwabe, a friend of ours I hadn't seen in a long time. When he got me to the bar, he let me go and I scowled at him.
"What's your problem, asshole?" I snapped and he rolled his eyes at me.
"I'm trying to save you from doing something you'll regret." He said in annoyance and then looked at Shikadai who decided to show up. "You guys better get him out of here."
"Nobody's getting me out of anywhere." I demanded angrily.
"Mitsuki!" Shikadai called just as Inojin popped up, Mitsuki right behind him.
"I got it." He grinned darkly and I moved to make a run for it, but he scooped me up before I could escape.
"Damn you!" I yelled, trying to fight myself free but it was no use.
Mitsuki carried me out over his shoulder, not putting me down until we were outside and only then putting me inside of a cab. He and Inojin got in with me and closed the doors. I argued the whole ride to my place, livid. I just wanted to have a good time and those guys would have been a lot of fun but I was yanked away from them.
I was so pissed that when I got done arguing, I couldn't say anything else to my so called friends. The ride only intoxicated me further and I knew the best thing for me to do was crawl into my bed and pass out. I had no clue what time it was and it wasn't easy assuring Mitsuki and Inojin that I was fine to be left alone once I was home, but somehow I managed.
Even knowing I should have called it a night there, I was stubborn as fuck and ended up raiding my liquor cabinet and drinking my way to my room, shedding clothes as quickly as I could. It was so hot, too hot and my cool sheets felt so good against my naked skin. I was dizzy and had a strong urge to fall asleep, but not before I found the landscapers number and called him.
"Bastard." I mumbled when I was sent to voicemail. I tossed my phone aside in favor of taking my cock in my hand instead.
I was horny and with the image of Kawaki in my mind, I knew it wouldn't be hard to get myself off. It had been too long and I hadn't even touched myself so it was past due. I moaned as I stroked my cock, imagining it to be Kawaki's hand on me instead. I kept it slow with just the right amount of pressure, the alcohol in my blood intensifying the feeling.
My voice carried, but I didn't care. I was too desperate to come and it wasn't like anyone could hear me anyway. I breathed heavier, cursing more and more the closer I got. I rocked on my bed, wishing I could feel that big cock inside of me, knowing it was so good I wouldn't even have to touch myself like this. I was so empty, I wanted him.
It was so easy to picture him though, spreading my legs and pushing into me slowly, giving me everything he had. "Fuck," I drawled, panting as I worked my cock faster, moaning loudly as I came and throughout my orgasm. Before my breathing had settled, I sat up with a groan and forced myself to go into my bathroom and clean myself up. I barely made it to my bed afterwards, falling asleep the instant I laid down.
The sound of my alarm system saying something stirred me in my sleep, but I ignored it and rolled over, groaning at the way my head throbbed. I willed myself to fall back asleep. I laid there for a few moments and was just on the verge when something poked my cheek.
"Ugh." I swatted at the air and pulled the covers up over my face, not wanting to deal with whatever it was.
The bed dipped and I was poked again, this time on my side. I jerked at the touch, my sides horribly ticklish and pushed the covers down to investigate. "What the fuck?" I squeaked, gaping at Kawaki who was on my bed leaning over me.
"That's my line." He said and pinched my cheek, pulling the skin outward. "First you leave me a porn star voicemail and then you have the nerve to be sleeping when I get here. You damn tease, who do you think you are pulling this shit on me?"
"The hell are you talking about and how did you get in here?" I scoffed, pushing his hand away and checking the clock on my bedside table to find it was after five.
"Shut the fuck up and answer me, I'm asking the questions right now." He ordered and poked my face again. "Talking as if you don't know, shit. I wake up this morning to find that you left a recording of some masturbation session and then have to deal with that on my mind all fucking day. Here I am, frustrated as hell and you're snoozing away. I thought I told you to be prepared?"
"Stop poking me, damn it! You're fucking crazy and I don't know what you're talking about. I'm hungover okay, heads killing me, I am not prepared at all."
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I can see that much for myself and you're pissing me off." He said and poked me for the third time. "You got any aspirin?"
"I didn't do anything." I grumbled, not having the energy to fight him anymore. "Yeah there's some in the medicine cabinet. Bathroom."
Kawaki got off my bed and located the aspirin, bringing it with him when he came back over. "Here."
Fuck, the stripper getting medicine for me. Wait a damn minute. "You're wearing a shirt." This was all wrong.
"I wasn't until I found your ass asleep." He said, holding out his hand. "Take this already."
"So you got dressed to spite me?" I asked as I took the pills and put them in my mouth. I hated taking pills and after I swallowed them I knew I had to have some water, so I got out of bed knowing full well I was naked. "Well don't mind me, I'll be the stripper today."
He enjoyed the view before shaking his head. "Oh yeah? Then I guess that makes me the boss."
"I didn't say we were switching roles completely." I snorted as I walked past him and out of my room, heading to the kitchen.
"Well too fucking bad!" He called after me, not following.
I rolled my eyes at his response, wondering what the hell he'd been talking about when I first woke up. Some kind of voicemail somebody left him. He wasn't making sense and I had nothing to do with it so I decided it was best just to forget about it. I had a drink of water and a protein bar, hoping it would pep me up a bit. I definitely over did things last night and I should have known better. I didn't even want to think about what could have happened.
When I finished, I wandered back to my room to find Kawaki in my bed under the covers. I walked over, hands on my hips as I glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it fucking look like?" He snapped. "I'm tired of waiting and over your teasing. We doing this or not?"
I gasped, completely affronted by this sudden attitude. "Well hell yeah, but damn do you gotta rush me after I waited for you for three fucking weeks?"
"You waited for me? I think you got it backwards." He said, tilting his head. "If I wanted to rush you then I would have already jumped your ass. This is me being patient."
Well fuck. "You . . . Ooh you're so infuriating." I huffed but pulled the cover back to get in the bed, not missing the fact that he'd done what he was best at, stripped it all off. "I've waited so long I don't even know if I want it anymore." I lied for no reason just because I was feeling petty.
He glared at me before pushing me on my back, leaning over me until our mouths were less than an inch apart. "Well you better make up your mind, cause I'm done playing around."
"God, I can't stand you." I muttered, moving my hands to his hair and gripping it to pull him down into a kiss.
He growled against my lips and didn't hesitate to push his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was primal and full of lust. I began grinding my hips upwards to meet his and he pulled back sharply. Before I could complain I was flipped onto my stomach, his hard body quick to drape over my back.
"Three fucking weeks." He hissed into my ear, taking it between his teeth and biting down.
I reached around and gripped his hair again, pushing my ass back towards him. This time he pressed his dick between my cheeks and rutted against me. His thrusts were more like a wild animal in heat, humping me for his own pleasure. But no, he was just as determined to drive me crazy as his mouth went to my neck. He nipped my skin none too gently and I was beginning to think he had a thing for biting. I loved it.
"More." I demanded, tilting my head to give him more access. "Come on, can't wait. Fuck me."
His hand forced its way under me and took hold of my cock, massaging the base. "Oh, I'll fuck you alright." Kawaki promised, voice rough and low.
I shivered, anticipation running through me. "Now, do it now. Want it."
"So damn eager yet kept me waiting. Shit." He grunted.
His hips slowed and he angled them just right so the tip of his member teased my entrance. I moaned in frustration and kept thrusting up into his hand. His lips went down to my shoulder, leaving wet kisses as he reached under the sheets with his free hand. The familiar sound of lube opening snapped next to my side and it wasn't long before I felt coated fingertips at my rim. The weight of his body kept me pinned to the bed as the hand on my cock stopped completely, forcing me to focus on nothing but the digits he pushed inside of me.
I fisted the pillow and arched into his touch, wanting him to get on with it but enjoying the slow stretch. Once he was knuckles deep, he started stroking my dick again and his fingers moved almost frantically. I couldn't stay still but I couldn't move the way I wanted to, it was maddening. Kawaki finally brought his lips back to mine and the heated kiss helped me forget about my impatience if only for a little while. However, it came roaring back to life once he started caressing my prostate. He swallowed every sound I made and suddenly everything got more intense.
He just kept going and going, refusing to stop as he abused my sweet spot and milked me for everything I was worth. I was surrounded by nothing but him and he wouldn't let me break the kiss for anything, taking his fill and tasting me thoroughly. I couldn't take it anymore and came a few seconds later with a soundless cry. His assault continued until I was shuddering uncontrollably, my orgasm dragged out longer than I thought possible. I was left limp when he pulled his fingers out and let go of my member.
Then he sat on his heels and maneuvered me into his lap, my back once again connecting with his chest. His breath grazed behind my ear and he pinched my nipples hard, forcing out a squeak mixed in pain and pleasure.
"Don't think I'm finished with you, Boruto." He warned before breaching me with a single thrust.
I wasn't ready. "Fuck! N-no." I panted and groaned, my body not knowing how to take this. I was still reeling from my orgasm and needed to recover first but . . . "Yes. God, it's so good."
"Shit." He breathed, one hand trailing down my chest and abs. "You're still so fucking tight. Are you ready for me? Are you ready to be taken apart?"
I shook my head quickly. "Yes, yes." Hell, I didn't know what I was ready for anymore. He made me crazy.
"Hm, you're so sexy like this. Mad with pleasure." Kawaki hummed. "I want to see more."
One arm wrapped around my waist while the other wrapped around my chest, taking hold of my shoulder. His grip was strong and I could only weakly rest my arms over his own, my hands loosely around his wrists. What came next was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He pounded into me, going as deep as he did hard, and the overstimulation to my prostate was blinding. I couldn't escape, I couldn't do anything but take it and I greedily accepted it all. My voice screamed out in bliss. No one had ever made me feel so good, I was in love.
I was clenching around him rhythmically and in turn his dick twitched, his growls and groans growing louder. My mind was filled with just the thought of him and how overwhelming it all was. It shouldn't have been possible, I didn't believe it, but I was being pushed to come again. I could feel it in the bottom of my stomach and every inch of my cock. He was daring to take me even higher. I was delirious with sensations as my legs fell further apart all on their own, my body sucking him in.
Suddenly Kawaki's hand was at my throat and I was slammed down as he squeezed, "Come."
As if I could do anything but. I couldn't form any words in response, only able to moan as I came yet again, this time even more intense than the first. That hand on my throat as he moved inside me like nobody else ever had was too fucking much. It was addicting. I wanted him forever. He drained me completely and in no time at all, before my body had a chance to calm, I was passed out just as I was.
When I woke up alone in bed, the first thing I noticed was my bed and my body were clean and I was tucked under the covers. Then I remembered what happened before I passed out and my face flamed. Damn that stripper for being able to get to me like nobody else. It pissed me off so bad, I wanted him again already.
I rolled onto my back and sighed, doubting I'd ever be able to get over this guy. It wasn't like it had been with anyone else, he was different, he was so fucking good. Usually when I wanted something, I had to make it happen, but it wasn't like that with Kawaki. He knew just how to fuck me right and I loved it. I figured he was gone home by now, so I was taken aback when he suddenly walked in my room carrying a plate of food and a glass of water.
I sat up and winced slightly at the soreness I felt from the movement. I tried to cover it up and hoped it worked, distracted enough by Kawaki's shirtless form not to give a damn about it anyway. "You're still here." I said quietly, surprised by the fact.
"I'm not a complete asshole." He said and sat down next to me. "Here. Eat it."
"I never said you were." I huffed, but took the plate gratefully. "Thanks. Did you eat already?" I'd never had anyone that I was fucking make themselves at home in my place like Kawaki did, but I liked it.
"No." He said, avoiding my gaze. "I just made you something."
"What?" I frowned. "Is this all you made then?"
He shrugged one shoulder. "There's more down stairs if you want it. I might get some if I feel like going down there again."
"Don't worry about that." I smiled at his thoughtfulness. "We'll share this."
"Don't want any." He said just before his stomach growled. " . . . . maybe one bite."
It was hard to believe somebody as sexy as Kawaki could be so adorable. "One bite isn't enough." I said as I got a forkful of potatoes and raised it towards his mouth. "Here, let me feed you."
"How the hell did me bringing you food turn into this?" He asked, but I caught the smile on his face before he closed his mouth around the fork.
This was more distracting than I thought it would be. "Hm?" I was too busy staring at his mouth to remember what he said.
Said mouth smirked at my response. "Well shit. I really did fuck your brains out, didn't I?"
My brows raised at that but I giggled after a few seconds. "Hell yeah, you did." There was no sense in denying it.
"Ohh, it's nice to hear you admit it." He said and I felt his hand on my lower back, beginning to massage the sore area. "Though I might have gotten a little too wild."
"Not at all." I shot that down quickly. "It was perfect." I never wanted to go without it again.
He shook his head in amusement. "Glad to be of service, boss."
"Mm. Stop talking." I muttered, giving him another mouthful of food. This guy was going to be the end of me if I didn't be more careful.
We ate together in silence after that and I wasn't sure what to make of my current situation. Kawaki was something else, really and I really, really fucking liked him. My preferences hadn't changed, I didn't want to date him or anything like that, I didn't need this time with him like right now. Us eating together, him hanging around and tending to me as if I needed that. I didn't. I just wanted to fuck and go about my life and I thought that he would feel the same way, but I was starting to have my doubts.
Looks could be deceiving and just because Kawaki appeared to be a fuckboy didn't mean he was one. Maybe he was looking for an actual relationship. I wasn't up to that and never would be, so I knew it was best if I told him that directly. I should have told him from the start, but damn I just wanted him so much. There was a chance he wouldn't want me anymore when he found out I didn't want a real relationship with him, but I had to be honest.
I waited until after we ate and I put some briefs on, the two of us going into the living room together. It wasn't like I was in a rush for him to leave, even though it was late and I had work in the morning. I quite liked having him around, but right now it was just about letting him know what I was and wasn't alright with.
"I like fucking you, a lot." I began, wanting to get the most important part out there. "But I'm not interested in anything else. What about you?" There were only two ways this could go and it had to be discussed.
Kawaki chuckled and poked my cheek. "You don't have to make that face, Boruto, damn. I'm fine with just fucking and prefer it that way myself."
Damn, he was a godsend. "Really?" I sighed in relief and grinned. "Well then, that's great."
"Were you worried?" He teased. "Stressing over little shit? Granted I don't usually cook for the guys I fuck, but I don't mind making an exception for your cute ass. We might be in it just for the sex, but that doesn't mean I can't be nice. I'll give you the dick, but I won't be a dick."
I laughed at that and grabbed my blanket off the back of the couch to wrap it around myself, feeling a little chilly. "I was a little worried. I mean, I didn't wanna lose out on such good dick but I can't risk you thinking I want more than that. You'd be surprised how many guys want an official relationship. I just . . . can't."
He gave me a thoughtful look. "I get you. And you don't have to explain yourself to me, Boruto. You just wanted to lay down the rules, I'm cool with that. We fuck to relieve stress, right? No sense in causing more."
"Yes, exactly." I nodded, thankful I'd finally found someone who understood. "I'm down to fuck anytime, but I don't care for all that extra baggage. This is good. I got lucky as fuck hiring you, huh?"
"Damn straight." He agreed and then added, "Though I should let you know I have some rules of my own."
"Oh?" That was a surprise to me, but it didn't bother me that he did. "Okay, what are they?"
"When we plan or want to fuck I need yes or no answers, I don't do that maybe shit. Either you do or you don't." He told me. "I'm not gonna take offense if you turn me down, but I don't like to be kept waiting."
He was definitely taking a shot at me after today, but it wasn't done on purpose. Still, I decided not to say anything about it. "Alright. Is that all?"
Kawaki sighed. "One more thing, and this one gives me the most trouble. I don't want you fucking anyone else while you're fucking me. It's not a relationship thing, but more of a pride thing." He explained. "If you need dick from someone else then I'm not doing my job right. It's insulting and I don't like it. You can interpret that any way you want, but it is what it is."
Damn. I had to take a few moments to think over that last one, understanding exactly why it was the one that gave him the most trouble. Only fucking him would be like having a whole relationship, just without all the clinginess. His dick was good enough that I wouldn't need anyone else though, so I wasn't that bothered by it. I was sure he'd keep me satisfied at least for a while. For now, I'd agree and see how things went but if he got clingy I was going to end it.
"Fine. As long as you do your job right, it shouldn't be a problem." I shrugged, telling myself I couldn't go out and drink anymore. There was no telling what shit I would get into.
He raised a brow at my answer. "Yeah? Can't say I saw that coming. Usually I get turned down or they agree too happily, already catching feelings. Not everyone can understand a mutual agreement and keep up their end of the deal." He mused. "I got to say boss, you can handle your shit."
"Glad you realize that." I smiled. "I just know what I want and I don't settle for less than that. What's so bad about having casual sex and nothing more? I don't get it. Who needs date nights and cuddling and all that unnecessary shit?" I rolled my eyes just at the thought.
Though there was a time when I did want those things, just like anyone else. That had all changed after a few broken hearts and with maturity. There were no decent guys these days. Not to try and make a life with them. I was focused on having my own life, taking care of my business and keeping myself happy and satisfied. Casual sex could make that happen. I was happy with just that. Nobody was ever going to break my heart again. Nobody would ever have the chance.
Kawaki and I talked a little more about what we wanted and both of us were happy with the plan we had made with each other. I was looking forward to being able to fuck him again and not having to worry about him wanting more. And I was sure that he was relieved at finding out he wouldn't have to worry about me trying to tie him down. I didn't even ask him for the same respect of him not fucking anybody else. If he felt the need to do that, it wasn't any of my business, but I wasn't going to wait on him either. This thing between us would just last until it ended and then we would both go about our lives.