Page 8

At first, I thought it didn’t work, but I feel two hands from behind caressing my back before sliding around.

The two pairs of hands rip my tank clean off.

One hand rests on a pectoral muscle with a slight squeeze, the other has stopped above the waistband of my shorts.

The other person is lightly breathing on the nape of my neck and kissing gently.

Letting out slow, breathy moans, a woman dressed as a witch approaches me.

She kisses me, gripping tightly to my upper arms, steadying herself.

The two people’s hands move around my body, touching and grabbing all the right places.

Trying to return the favour, I first caress the witch’s breasts as she leans in for a kiss. She tries to move my hand lower, but that makes me not want her. Turning around, I find the superhero from before is back. I kiss him intensely, and the woman walks off as the guy and I explore each other.

“Let’s find somewhere quieter,” I whisper into his ear, and his whole body quivers against mine.

Leaving the room, we enter a corridor, and he has my back against the wall as he proceeds to kiss my neck and work his way down.

I’m so hard right now, and in front of me is a man who wants to suck me.

I feel his breath on my waistline. It’s about to happen when I see Tim and Talia fighting further down the corridor.

Fucks sake. He’s awful when he’s like this. I need to intervene.

Pulling my suitor up, I whisper, “Sorry. I really want this, but I have to sort someone out.”

Kissing his forehead, I send him on his way. Walking towards my arguing friends, I’m ready to calm them down as it looks heated.

“… even bother for so long?” I hear Talia say as I approach, missing the start of the question she asks.

She storms off as soon as I arrive. Tim looks uncharacteristically sad. These two fight often, and they act normal afterward. Yet, this feels a little different. Somehow, it feels final from his expression.

“Tim? Everything okay?” I ask, knowing the answer.

“Does it look FUCKING OKAY?” He spits.

Holding my hands up in defense, “Sorry.”

He slumps to the floor, and I sit next to him. Leaning his head onto my shoulder, I’m reminded of a friend from my youth. His softer and sweeter side. Once upon a time, I probably could have fallen for him.

“Want to go somewhere quieter to talk?” I ask him.

Nodding his head, he stands, and I follow him through his grand house. We find our way to the stairwell, and we climb the large stairs and make our way to his room. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I pat his thigh reassuringly.

“What happened?”

“You did,” he replies.

“Me? What did I do?” I say, bewilderedly.

“You had to change. The girls haven’t stopped talking all day about how good you look. Then tonight… Everyone has been fawning over you, and I hate it.” He tells me.

That hurt. Of course, he doesn’t like this as it makes him no longer the centre of attention. I’ve had enough of being his punching bag. Standing up, I proceed to walk toward the door. He grabs my hand, and I turn back. My body is getting that fuzzy sensation again.

“Wait… That’s not how I meant it to come out!” He says, raising his voice and standing closer to me, leaving me no space to leave.

I can smell him. The scent that always makes me weak for him. Sandalwood and Myrrh. This is dangerous.

“I mean… I liked you as you were. You didn’t need to change, and I know that’s largely my fault. I haven’t been very nice, but that’s because…” He trails off.

“Because?”

“Talia and I would fight because she knows everything that happened between us. Today it just exploded because I think I got jealous of everyone wanting you and that you didn’t want me anymore.” Tim says this in a low voice.

He’s closer than he ever has been with me, and our foreheads touch. Is he trying to say he likes me? Surely not! There are plenty of times things could have evolved. Why now? He kisses me, and I step backward in shock. Tim’s eyes are streaming with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought…” Tim says cutting himself off.

The pain in my head is reaching fever pitch, and now this.

This morning, the pain went away once I had sex.

For so long, I have wanted him to want me; now he does, and I haven’t even put that desire out into the world.

Deciding to take a risk, I pull him by the hips to me and kiss him back.

God, he’s a great kisser. Our hands explore each other’s bodies.

“Can I?” I ask him.

Nodding in agreement, I unfasten his costume, and it falls to the ground, revealing his hard cock. It’s average in length, but I take it into my hand and begin to move my hand in an up-and-down motion. I drop to my knees and take it in my mouth entirely.

“Fuckkk! Kassius, I forgot how good you were at this!” Tim moans.

I continue to make him feel good until I notice him swelling in my mouth. I stop and stand up, and pull him close so that his load shoots between us. Then, he does something I didn’t expect, wiping some of his semen onto his fingers before licking it off.

“You know, I used to want to taste yours and would pretend mine was yours,” he says breathlessly.

“You could try it now,” I say, expecting nothing.

Suddenly, he’s down on his knees, and I feel the release of my throbbing member. He takes me in his mouth, and finally, Tim is giving me a blow job. Something I wanted since we were teens. Now, the desire is taking over, and I feel the silky flow of my needs escape accidentally.

“I need more!” I growl.

Telling me yes, he leans into his drawer and gets out some lube.

“Be gentle,” he tells me.

Getting myself ready, he lies on the bed, and I position myself between his legs, and I slowly enter him. The pressure of me entering him sent ripples of ecstasy through us both, and I don’t move as I savour his expression.

“Kass, just fuck me already!” Tim exclaims.

Taking his instruction, I begin to move with slow, deep thrusts before I pick up the pace.

Watching him squirm with lust as he shouts my name just makes me move faster.

My cock begins to swell, and I know what’s about to happen, so I pull out and move to his mouth as I reach orgasm and shoot the biggest load over his face and into his mouth.

“You have no idea how long I wanted that,” I say, panting breathlessly next to him.

He turns to me. A look on his face I can’t read, and then we both just stare at the ceiling for a while. That’s when Talia walks into the room.