Page 54 of Acid

“I’ve been dreaming about this for the past week.” He smirks.

We didn’t make it to the bed. Scar ended laying me down on the couch, unable to wait. He devoured me on the couch, and when I had tried to return the favour, he had just pulled me onto his lap and in his words ‘told me to ride and bounce my beautiful tits in his face. Now utterly spent, my body exhausted in the most fantastic way, I’m lying there on top of Scar as his strokes his fingers up and down my spine.

“Hhm,” I hum sleepily. I lift my head off his chest, looking at him as I rest my chin on his chest. “What made you come today?” I ask. A filthy smile spreads across his mouth. I roll my eyes. “Not like that. You know exactly what I mean.”

His fingers gently stroke my hair away from my face. “Because I wanted to give you time, and I wanted to see if you would message first. Then when you didn’t, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. So, I called and messaged this morning, got no response, so I figured I would just come over.” He shrugs.

I smile and his eyes drop to my mouth. “And what if I had said no?” I counter.

His thumb traces over my bottom lip and I playfully nip it with my teeth. He sits up and grabs me under my arms, yanking me further up his body. I let out a little squeal and a laugh, but that soon dies when his lips caress mine. Our tongues duel against each other, stroking, teasing and tasting. I straddle his lap, and he sits up, his hands caressing my back with our chests flush together. I feel him hardening beneath me, and even though my body is exhausted, my core still heats. My hips begin rocking over him, and no words are spoken this time. No smartremarks from him, just him and me in the moment. I lift my hips slightly and reach between us, positioning him at my entrance. I lower myself on him slowly, both of us letting out a groan as I engulf him. Circling my hips, I rise up and down his length, his arms still wrapped around my body, keeping us pressed together. He bites down on the crook of my neck, pulling a deep moan from me as he swipes his tongue over the same spot. I pick up my rhythm, moving faster as I chase the pleasure building within me. Scar lets out a deep groan and moves quickly, lifting me while still keeping us connected. He flips me over onto my back where he takes control, fucking me without abandon. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, deepening his thrusts. My orgasm arrives without warning, like a bolt of lightning striking my body. My back arches, and my walls clamp tightly around him. I cry out and Scar’s entire body tenses as he groans his release, burying himself inside me. He releases my leg and carefully lays himself down on me, still connected. Leaning on his elbows, he looks down at me with such affection. I smile and tuck a wayward strand of his mid length hair back behind his ear. I’m about to say something when there is a loud knocking on the shop door. My eyes go wide as I look at the time, 2pm.

“Shit!” I hiss. “Star!” I say, panicked. Scar gets off me and helps me to my feet. I press my hands to my face. “Oh god, oh god, she’s early! My clothes are at the bottom of the stairs. She could see me getting them,” I breathe.

“Go get fresh clothes on. I will get dressed, you go and let her in. Hide the clothes somewhere. I will make out I’m here fixing a bulb or some shit. We locked the door as we were both up here,” Scar suggests.

I nod and smile, pacing back and forth. “Yes.” I point at him. “Good idea.” I nod.

“Darlin’.” He smiles.

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Clothes,” he reminds me.

“Right.” As I go to move, I feel wetness trickle down my legs. I pause and look at Scar.

“What?” he asks.

“We didn’t use anything.” I state, pointing to the wetness at the top of my thighs.

His jaw sets tight, his eyes heating. “I’m clean. Are you on anything?” he asks.

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Then you’re fine. Go and get changed before I bend you over that fucking couch and fuck you again,” he threatens.

I frown. “Really, why?” I ask, confused.

“Darlin’, you are stood in front of me completely fucking naked with my seed trickling down your thighs,” he states. When my frown of confusion doesn’t disappear, he just says one word. “Mine,” he growls.

Star knocks again and I jump and run to my bedroom, grabbing some clean clothes before running across the apartment to the bathroom. I do my best to clean up in a hurry and chuck my clothes on. I spray on some perfume then run back out to the living area and toss my perfume at Scar.

“What’s this for?” he asks.

“To mask the smell of sex!” I yell over my shoulder as I run down the stairs. Scar’s laughter echoes behind me as I run down the stairs. Skidding to a stop, I pick up the clothes and quickly chuck them in the back room. I can see Star stood there, peering through the glass window. I take a breath and smile, waving as I approach the door and unlock it. “Hey!” I sing cheerfully, probably a little too high-pitched.

Star eyes me. “What took you so long?” she asks.

I shut the door behind her and lock it. “Sorry, just upstairs. Scar is, er, fixing something,” I lie.

Star raises her brow. “Fixing something?” she asks.

“Yeah, silly really. He told me to keep the door locked for safety. That’s why I’m not down here,” I ramble. We make our way through the studio to the stairs, and it’s then that I notice the used condom hanging off the railing. “Holy shit, look at that!” I screech, pointing back through the shop to outside. Star looks in that direction and I quickly grab it, throwing it in the back room.

“What? I don’t see anything.” Star shrugs.

“Oh, it was a flasher.” I fake a laugh. “An old wrinkly flasher.” Star’s about to say something but I grab her arm and lead her upstairs. “Come on!” I yell loudly, giving Scar enough time to make sure everything is clear.

“Why are you shouting?” she asks.

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