T.U.S.P

chapter 1

I could vaguely hear his primal grunts as I came down from an all-too familiar high, the kind of high that had me seeing stars and cursing up a storm

He captured my lips in a brutal kiss as he found his own release. The kiss was something that I would consider new since it started about two years ago and I hate it. I have asked him to stop doing it and he had promised to stop but so far no such luck. Each time I complained, he would tell me he didn't know when he was doing it.

Whatever.

He collapsed on top of me breathing hard and I shivered as I felt his breath tickled my neck. Instead of giving in to my desire to go again, I tapped him on his shoulder to get his attention.

"Get off" my voice sounded hoarse from screaming and moaning for the past forty-five minutes.

He looked up and his blue-green eyes bored into mine and I could see the hurt in them but I wasn't affected one bit.

"Can I catch my breath first?" he asked in a rough voice that as much as I hate to say love. That voice got me every time.

My body betrayed my thought and I tightened around him wanting him again.

He groaned at the movement and his eyes darkened with the green dominating. I could feel him swelling up again for another around but too bad he wasn't getting none.

Well, from me anyway.

"Get off. You need to get ready for your date"

The lust in his eyes immediately vanished and was replaced with anger as he roughly pulled out of me. I winced missing him already but this was more important than my raging libido.

He stood before me in all his naked glory and like a magnet my eyes automatically fell on his d**k that has gone limp but still glistering with my juice and his.

Knowing what would happen if I continued to stare, I quickly averted my gaze to his eyes instead. He still looked upset from my earlier words but he shouldn't. After all, those were not the worst thing I had ever said to him.

"Must you mention the date while I'm still buried inside you?" he asked in an irritating tone.

Instead of answering, I shrugged. Could I have waited? Yes. But did I want to? Absolutely not.

Sitting up, I rested my back in the dark wooden head board that I had picked out for him about a year ago. I didn't bother covering myself, I mean why should I? He has seen very crease of my body, know the locations of every beauty marks and been in all possible holes on my body so really there was no point.

I looked back to find him staring at me, well my breast intently and despite my familiarity with him, I reddened.

Yes I know it may sound unbelievable. I mean how can an easy lay still manages to blush? I don't know either. Beats me every time since I am far from shy or innocent.

"Go take a shower. You don't want to go on your date reeking of sex. Trust me, it doesn't make a good impression". I knew that from a personal experience. While my date ended up calling me for another date, I highly doubt his would.

He groaned again at the mention of his date which was totally childish. It was just a silly little dinner date and not a traffic court appearance or something worse.

"Join me?" he asked hopeful I might. Slime chance.

"No" I quickly turned him down. I knew what would happen once I get in that shower with him and he would end up arriving late for his first date. Not a good first impression either.