The Professional Lover (18+) | [Complete]

09 : Missing Him

The following chapter contains suggestive material intended for an 18+ audience.

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Mickey had taken me seriously. He called me right when he got home, and has continued to call me nearly every day since. I don't have much time between my classes and working mornings and nights between them. I figured he would give up after a few unanswered texts, but he never seemed to mind. He hasn't given up on me, and he hasn't been scared off by my bluntness. Yet.

I like him. In more ways than one. Even if he wasn't gorgeous and hadn't fucked my brains out multiple times, I enjoy talking to him too. Mickey is an incredibly nice, down-to-earth guy, and much more humble than someone with his level of notoriety. He's normal. Much more than expected, given his profession. He's an easy friend, especially for a lonely, anti-social college student like me. I get the sense he feels lonely a lot too.

I'm lying on my bed studying when I get a text. I'm not surprised when I see it's from him.

Mickey: Check your email.

I pull out my laptop and open Gmail. His email is at the top of my list and I open it.

Hey Gorgeous,

None of this is public. Reply with

your comments/approval and it

will be up within the hour.

XOXO

Hugs and kisses? And he says I'm the cute one. I click the link and it takes me to a Tumblr page with three posts in black and white. My mouth drops open and my eyes go wide when I see myself in each one of them.

The first is a gif version of what Mickey showed me in the hotel room; A fairly shocking close up of my ass while I'm in reverse cowgirl, Mickeys hand gripping it as he guides me up and down his length in a perfectly continuous loop. It's really hot. The caption says, "My sexy little Garter Belt Babe."

The second was a short video of me in Mickey's arms as he stands on his knees in the bed. My legs wrapped around his waist, my head buried in his neck as I hold onto his shoulders. He slides me up and down his length as he thrusts ever so slightly. His eyes clenched tight, his face twisted gorgeously. At the end, he leans his head back as he moans. I hardly remember any of that, and I definitely don't remember it being so sensual.

He must have distorted it somehow because my body looked great. His body looked great too, but when does it not? I shiver, realizing my skin is covered in goosebumps from the conflicting sensations coursing through my body.

The third was something a bit different. Mickey moves atop me, most of my face cropped from the shot. He laughs, dropping his head into frame his sweet smile showing, and then he looks back up and continues to fuck me thoroughly for just a moment before it loops. The caption says, "Nothing is sexier than a partner who makes you laugh."