(Another Writing Prompt Piece)
Why do I do this to myself? It must be the masochist in me. Walking into the event, I pretend he won’t be here. He never comes.
But of course, as soon as I walk up the stairs and look into the crowd below. I see him. It’s like my eyes are heat-seeking missiles and he is the hot target.
And boy is he hot. The scruffy beard and those hands. I feel like I am overheating now. As he turns my way as if scorched by my stare, I try to run. I move to the corner to get out of his eyesight and give me a chance to breathe. Memories of his hands on me and his collar around my neck make that difficult.
I will be honest, I haven’t moved on. Still dreaming about the life I wanted with him. Making plans and talking about ownership and what that looked like. I really didn’t understand why he disappeared. Then I did that whole overthinking thing and pushed myself away from him. That was stupid.
I am not going to do that again. I learned my lesson.
I continue my move away from his possible gaze and try to find someone I know to latch on to. I have a few close friends who showed up, thankfully, and I was grateful to hide in plain sight amongst them. Pretending to be into the conversation when all I could do was think about where he was.
It didn’t take long for me to figure it out as he slid into our space and joined the group. My friends had no idea what happened to us and one of them liked to ask me why he didn’t come out with me anymore way too often.
I can’t explain what happened. One minute he was there and the next he was gone. But here he is now. Very close to me and all I can think in my head is Stay. Stay close to me don’t let me push you away again.
As I say that in my head (at least I hope it was in my head), his hands brush against me. My sigh was a bit too loud maybe and he took that as consent to touch me again.
“I missed you.” Did those words just come out of my mouth? No, they came out of his.
“I miss you.” My eyes are likely pleading loudly and I am just waiting for him to make some kind of move or overture. Do something.
Then he does. My hand is grasped into his and we are pulling away to a private room. He shuts the door on the world and it is just us. That is what I missed, Us.
No words are said just his hand on my throat, me pushed up against the wall and his mouth is finally on mine. I can’t even tell you how right that feels to have him this close to have his mouth on me. Forcing himself into me.
His fingers find their way inside me as well. He knows exactly how to play me, but I think we were both surprised at how fast that first orgasm came. His fingers push into my mouth to clean as he unzips and shoves his cock deep in me. It slides in so easily.
I need this. I need him to fill me. I need his cum inside me. But he is not done with me yet. His mouth is suddenly leaving his marks on my neck and shoulders. My pussy is throbbing around him. It is almost too much. Too much to feel. But my body knows what to do even if my mind is reeling. I hear his chuckle as my walls clench around his cock and my juices start to flow. He has done it again and by the growls coming out of him, I know he is happy about that. Giddy, in fact, and feeling proud of himself.
But I am not done. I start milking him with my cunt but I need him in my mouth. I want to taste him again. Taste the both of us on his cock. It does not take much begging and I am pushed down on my knees. I grab his cock and start to worship him with my mouth. Slow and easy at first using my tongue to lick him clean and then my mouth to suck all of me off of him.
I am loving all the noises he is making. It is so good to feel loved in this way.
“Wait. I want you on that bed with your head hanging down.”
He laughs at me as my face smirks at him. I know what he wants. And I know it is going to lead to his hands in my pussy again. I am right and his cock goes down my throat as his fingers dip into me. I am still so wet with cum from me and his leaking cock. It is a good thing that he is face fucking me because I am struggling to concentrate as he rips the next orgasm from me. His is not too far away either. I can tell he is getting close just before his cum shoots down my throat.
But I am struggling now as we are cleaning up. I am lost for words. It almost feels too weird to speak after all of that.
But then he speaks for me.
“You are mine and I will not have you be the one that got away.”
Lisa Gray 