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"You know, you can really ask what I do for a living. I don't mind. You could probably shut your gaping mouth, too, if you'd like. You don't have to, though, because it's sort of cute."
We're standing in the front entryway of this monster of a house, and I'm really trying to soak this all in.
It is not working.
This guy, who is also a complete stranger, is basically the richest person I've ever met. And he wants to have sex with me. With no strings attached.
I gulp, quickly nodding my head while examining the damage. The wood floor, the beautiful stained cherry floor, is polished to a tee, and the rugs laid carefully on top of these floors are perfectly steamed themselves.
On the antique looking table, the first thing you notice when you walk in, are framed pictures of the same little girl, who oddly looks like this guy. The little girl smiling, the little girl screaming, the little girl dancing with a toy microphone pressed to her lips.
"She's awfully cute," I grin, bending down to look at the girl in biggest picture, the picture obviously representing the terrible school pictures we've all experienced. Kindergarten.
"Who is she?"
He looks away for a moment. "She's my.. niece," he stammers with a gulp of his throat, the long fingers reaching up to loosen the tie all the way, the shining blue material dangling around his neck.
"You think pretty highly of her, I'm taking it?"
He nods, sighing. "She's my whole world. And I couldn't go a day without talking to her."
I smile. "So what do you do for a living?"
He coughs before answering. "I'm a plastic surgeon."
Suddenly I'm thinking this guy's probably the kid's favorite uncle.
Duh.
She's most likely spoiled rotten.
Must be nice.
"So," he says, pulling me out of my idiotic trance. "What do you do for a living?"
Should I tell him the short summary or the long as fuck novel? How I am kind of screwed, with the wife up and leaving me with nothing, how she took my entire life when she walked out that door?
Or, the alternative, should I tell him I'm a struggling musician with a side job as a sex line operator?
That's actually how I met James. Funny, funny story there. 'James Diamond, 23 and horny' were the first words he ever said to me, and I'll probably never let him live that down. But that's for another day. Another time, if you will.
"I'm a telemarketer." I finally force myself to say something, anything, and this is what comes out? Yes, Kendall, let's be even more of a dumbass.
"Oh," he exclaims. "I didn't think they made that much money, but what company do you work for?"
I hesitate, trying to think of a good response.
I certainly did not expect him to ask that. Or even to be interested at all in what I did.
"You know, companies like mine are kind of classified, anyway. We're kind of in the beta stage still."
He chuckles. "Yeah, at work we deal with people like that."
Now it's awkward. I have literally nothing to say. Expect maybe, 'When can we fuck?'
"So…"
He takes a step closer to me. "It's getting kind of late, are you sure you still want to do this?" His tongue traces his lip in a devilish manner and I would probably give in right now if it weren't for that girl staring us down.
"Yes," I breathe, staring into those chocolate eyes once more.
"Good," he smirks, that stupid fucking grin appearing on his stupid fucking face. "Follow me."
"So how is this going to happen?" I ask, trying not to snicker at the cream colored walls and the floral bedspread.
"Hey," he says defensively. "My sister picked it out. I like it!"
Rolling my eyes, I sit at the edge of the bed. I pat the space beside me and he warily sits, almost shaking a little.
"Why are you shaking?" I murmur slowly, reaching around his neck to slide his tie off, rolling it up in my hands before leaning in and putting it in his coat pocket. "There," I say, patting the pocket gently. "You're fine." I glance up at him through a drapery of bangs, and he smooths them out of my face, humming slightly.
I sit up again and scoot closer, tearing my own sportscoat off in mere seconds, throwing it carelessly on the floor. He winces at my action, and I scoff, unbuttoning his own jacket and doing the same thing to his.
"What was that for? Can't you be nice and orderly?"
"No. We both gotta live a little."
"I suppose," he laughs, his brown eyes twinkling in the moonlight.
"Here," I whisper, taking hold of his hands. "I want you to wrap your arms around me." His brow furrows and I slowly wrap them around me, purring at the sudden warmth. "Do what you want to me, I'm yours."
His eyes bulge out and I stroke his cheek. "You're really going to be fine, dude."
He tightens his hold and breathes in. "But wait," he says.
"Yeah?"
"Can we know each other's names now?"
I sigh, my lips curling into this slight smile. "Why?"
"I just wanna know, and it would be kind of awkward when we come and don't say anything," he whispers a little too innocently.
"You really don't get with that many people, do you?" I'm trying not to laugh. Good thing he's cute.
He shakes his head.
"Fine. My name is Kendall."
His eyes brighten. "I love that name. Mine is Logan."
"Can you kiss me, at least? Or are you too chicken?" I'm trying to cooperate. But he's like a fourteen year old boy, wanting it but desperately trying to hide that fact he's inexperienced.
"Oh nope," he rolls his eyes. "I'm fine."
"Then kiss me."
A look of desire fills his eyes and he dives into my neck, making me let out an unexpected moan.
Maybe this night won't be that bad, after all.
I'm still thinking that it's a definite yes on complete insanity on my part, though.
"Are we gonna fuck now?" I let my heart slow down, my breaths still huffs and fucking puffs.
We're laying on our backs on the bed, and I'm really enjoying myself. Especially the hot and heavy kissing session that left us both breathless.
If that is what a makeout session looks and feels like, I'm totally pumped for the actual sex.
"Do you still want to?" he whispers, running a hand through my hair.
"Of course," I lean in and peck that adorable nose.
"Exactly what I wanted to hear," he says, smoothing a hand along my crotch.
I jump at the sudden touch and he chuckles, placing a kiss on my collarbone. "What was it that you were saying earlier? Oh yeah, that I'll be fine with this. And, haha, now it's your turn to 'be fine', I'm assuming?"
"Oh, Logan, you don't have to be rude." I stick my bottom lip out and he shifts, moving closer to me. "Say my name again," he says softly.
I roll my eyes, obeying his request. "Hello, Logan."
"You just make it sound so hot, man," he leans in, barely an inch from my face, and grins a little evilly. "I could just eat you up, Kendall." His lips meet mine again, but this time he does something different: his teeth pull my lip and I let out an almost inaudible whimper.
"Great," he pulls away, the brown eyes have a slow darkness forming, a certain familiar lust appearing. The bubbling in my stomach is growing exponentially, and I grab his hands and shove them down to my pants.
"You sure?"
I bite my lip and hurriedly nod my head, helping him with the button.
"Hey there, I can do this myself." His beautiful melodic laugh fills the room and I want him in me, like right now. Or his lips wrapped around my cock.
"You have trouble keeping thoughts inside your head, don't you?"
But there's a smile on his face and I wanna kiss his perfect, yet sweaty forehead. The gel in his hair is wearing off, probing me into grasping a lock.
He leans down to pull my pants down to my knees, slowly inching my boxers down afterward.
"Wait," he exclaims. "You don't have any STD's, do you?"
Wow.
I.
Almost.
Forgot.
This.
Important.
Fact.
"Nope. I don't." I hope laughing it off won't kill the mood.
"That's… fantastic. I don't either. But for this, we wouldn't need a condom anyways. Only for the sex, right?"
I nod and he focuses back on the thing jutting in his face.
His lips only lightly curl around me, but my hips buck in excitement. I'm so not used to delicacy.
He sucks and nibbles and licks, making me clutch the bedspread in support. He makes his way from base to tip, bobbing the head in and out for a moment before dipping his tongue inside my slit.
Oh.
My.
Good.
Grief.
He leans back, chuckling at my surprisingly loud gasp. Goddammit, Kendall. Stay cool.
His hand takes the place of his mouth, stroking and gripping the hell out of it.
Yeah, I am insane.
But right as I feel that certain sensation, he pauses, ripping off his clothes in the process.
"What was that for?" I'm whining and making a big deal, only I frankly don't care.
"The lubricant and condoms are in the top drawer," he says kind of distantly.
I grab the things and look back to him, but he's in an odd position.
Then I realize.
He's curled with his back toward me, whimpering and breathing heavily. Getting himself ready.
"Logan," I lightly touch his arm and he curls back around to face me.
And the look on his face is priceless.
Flushed, sweaty, and with his beautifully thin lips parted; his hand is gripping his dick, the pre-come drizzling out.
So. Fucking. Hot.
And with his hair matted against his forehead, mmm.
"Here," I sigh, handing him the goods and flopping to face the cream wallpaper lined wall.
"You ready?" he coughs, rolling the condom on and slightly running a finger along my hole, which is probably not the nicest thing in the world. I'm most likely tight as fuck.
And that's what he murmurs into my neck, dipping a finger into me.
"We'll have to work on that, Kendall. You're very tight."
And inside I am screaming as he adds another finger, hitting my prostate with one try.
And soon, three are in me easily while his pinky is making me die, softly rimming along my hole.
"Turn around," he calls, grabbing my shoulder with his free hand.
So I do, and now we're face to face.
"You're really beautiful," his voice is smooth like honey, lips pressed against my neck once again.
And then he's in me, and I definitely wasn't prepared for this. He pumps and we bump hips, bruises probably going to appear in the morning.
And it's all really nice and my face is buried in his chest, and I don't want it to end.
It could end in the worst possible fashion.
"I never want to see you again," to "That was terrible," to god knows what.
Those loud as fuck moans and sighs aren't mine, are they? I should be embarrassed, but oddly enough, I am not.
My face does heat up when I come though, mostly because it all landed on his stomach.
But then again, why should I be embarrassed? It's sex. It's bound to happen.
It does makes me feel a little bit better when he blushes after coming, though. Only a tiny bit.
Because he is cute.
And we both said each other's names when we came, oh my god.
He beams up at me and rolls my boxers back up. I do the same for him and I wrap his arms around me, breathing in his scent
The next thing I know, it's morning.