Page 34 of Muted

My place is furnished, but sparsely. I only need one couch. A dining table isn’t necessary either. I can always eat at the countertop bar in my kitchen, or in front of my TV, which is normally what I choose to do.

I let my eyes roam over the city slowly, looking down on it, always apart, even though I walk on the sidewalks daily. I can’t see Sonority from here, but I know it’s hidden just behind a three-story club which blocks my view.

My eyes flicker over toward the cheaper side of town, and I wonder if Susu is already making her way through the streets to her home.

I should have waited and walked her out.

Fucking hell. I swear to God, my parents taught me how to hold a fork properly and have a casual conversation at a business meeting, but not simple things like common courtesy and politeness. I do my best, but it’s not something I’ve had ample opportunity to practice.

Which means it’s not a normal thing to immediately think of. It doesn’t feel natural to me.

Snorting to myself, I walk away from the window. My grasp on social norms is so skewed, it’s no wonder I struggle to keep and maintain healthy relationships in my life. I pass my empty walls, aside from the random abstract art piece, into my kitchen to dig through the fridge for some leftovers.

While standing at the counter, I eat the cateredLasagne alla BologneseI had delivered while my thoughts drift back to Susu. Playing with her was… God, I can’t even describe it. Aside from the actual notes she played, the way her body rocked on the bench to reach the notes was enticing and sexy as hell.

It impressed me the way she would sight-read the beginning of the song, and then once she had it, she’d close her eyes and let herself just absorb the music into her body. Just playing the notes properly is a skill in itself, but to actuallyfeelthe way a piece is supposed to inspire you is rare. The way Susu sinks into the music is fucking intoxicating.

My eyes fall to my waist when I feel my cock swell.Yeah, intoxicating is the least I could say about what we created tonight.

I reach down and squeeze my dick through my pants to relieve some of the pressure, then slide my hand across the length, enjoying the shiver that erupts from the base of my spine as I adjust myself. I guide my cock to the side so my pants aren’t feeling so tight, then pick up my fork to take another bite.

I wonder if she’s alone where she’s at right now?No one at the bar knows much about her, other than she just applied and showed up. Friends of the employees will show up from time to time, but like me, Susu has never had a visitor. Never greeted anyone that she may know outside of Sonority. It’s strange for a young woman fresh out of college.

Maybe she didn’t go to school here, and that’s why no one tries to talk to her. Or they already know she won’t talk and they’re uncomfortable with it.

That intrusive thought makes me feel… something. Discomfort in my stomach. When I attempt to rub my hand over the spot that’s aching, my goddamn cock pulses again and I glare at it.

Dropping my fork on the counter, I brace a hand next to my plate and use the other to lower my zipper. I have to go slow because I’m not wearing any boxers today. Christ, I’m fully hard. The moment it hits the bottom, my dick is shoving its way through the opening, throbbing and aching to fuck someone.

I lift the bottom of my shirt and bring it to my mouth to hold it up by my teeth, giving me room to watch as I fist my length and stroke it roughly. I groan loudly and drop my head back, closing my eyes to enjoy the slide of my hand over the tip of my cock. Precum is already dripping from the end, and I spread it down my shaft, lubricating the path my fist takes.

Jerking harder, I ease up and let my fingers trail over the heavy sack under the base, already tightening against my body and ready to blow my load.

“Fuck. Me…” I groan out louder as I move my hand faster, racing to release this unexpected urge to fuck. Visions of Susu flash behind my lids.

Her body swaying to the beat.

The toned muscles in her arms flexing as she strikes every note.

Collarbones peeking through the gap in her shirt as she uses her entire body to accompany me.

Even those small teeth slipping from her puffy upper lip to dig into the bottom as she concentrates on the music. I imagine the way they’d graze over the vein pulsing along the underside of my cock, coaxing my cum out onto her tongue.

I can feel a boiling heat starting low in my groin as I pant out quick breaths, my hips ache with the pressure.So. Fucking. Close.

One more memory of her looking up at me with those huge eyes through her thick lashes and I fall forward, dropping my shirt from my mouth to roar loudly into my empty space as that growing sensation explodes through the entire length of my cock.

I point my dick to the floor as my cum streams out of the head, my stomach flexing with every pulse and grunt that escapes my throat. The amount I unload is almost comical and I realize it’s been over a week since I celebrated ‘palm’ Sunday.

Tucking myself back into my pants, I wince through my smirk at the dig toward my parents’ weekly insistence that we attend Catholic services as a family. I have to be careful as I adjust myself since I’m still sensitive and I haven’t fully gone down yet.

My eyes find my release shining from the floor and my sigh echoes through my home, the sound bouncing back from the walls. I grab some paper towels and clean everything up before tossing it and the rest of my dinner into the trash.

The lid clangs shut, and I leave my things behind to head into my bedroom. My parents are now on the west coast, so with the time difference, our bi-weekly scheduled calls tend to be later in the evening for me. Glancing at the clock, I check the time and sigh again when I don’t have time to shower first.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I set my cell next to me and wait the twelve minutes until the time hits the top of the hour. Like the machines they are, my phone immediately begins to ring.

I hold the phone to my ear after answering the call and stare at the wall between my closet and bathroom doors. “Evening.”

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