Page 51 of Dark Room Junkie

“It was just soda.”

“I’m just an idiot,” he said, shrugging.

It was tearing him apart; I could see that. He nervously pushed back his hair again and again, which wouldn’t stay in place and fell back into his face. As he put away his glasses, he looked even hotter than before. Everything about him drew me in. His beautiful dark eyes, desperately searching the room for the right words. His full lips, tortured by his teeth. Yes, even his hard-earned smile was irresistible.

“Are you hungry?” he asked out of the blue. “I could cook something.”

I nodded, but I wasn’t even sure if he saw that because he was already running to the kitchen and opening the refrigerator. “You don’t need to bother.”

“No, I ... I want to apologize to you. And dragging you to such a party was just stupid. I, um, have ravioli.”

“From the can is fine.”

“Not from the can! From Italy. Extra frozen, for such moments. You have the choice between lemon-ricotta or porcini mushrooms.”

“Oh, um ...” I was overwhelmed.

“I’ll just make both,” he said and retrieved two bags of frozen ravioli from the freezer.

After just ten minutes, he called me to the table and served me the by far best ravioli I had ever eaten. I didn’t mind at all that he watched me the whole time. He took his time eating his ravioli, and I didn’t even need to look at him to know that he was still under high tension. I had been sitting in front of my empty plate for a while when he finally finished his portion too. Meanwhile, I had come to the conclusion that it would be better for me not to stay here. I stood up and stepped back from the table.

“I should go.”

“No, please, I ...” Alex also got up and took a step toward me, causing me to take one back.

“Your apology is accepted, but ...” I turned away from him and wanted to pick up my things from the coffee table.

“I didn’t stay,” he said.

Surprised, I stopped halfway and turned to him. He stood next to the dining table looking completely exhausted.

“I couldn’t,” he said laboriously. “The whole time, I only thought of you. And I felt so ... shitty. Words alone aren’t enough to apologize. Not even these measly ravioli.”

“They were very tasty,” I said, deeply touched.

Damn it! What does this guy have? He never had such an effect on me before.

“Please, Noé. Stay.”

That was the last straw. I walked toward him with quick strides, grabbed him by the upper arm, and ushered him into the bedroom with me.

“What ...?”

But before Alex could say any more, I pushed him backward onto the bed and sat on top of him, taking his head between both hands and kissing him passionately. I took possession of his mouth with my tongue and snuggled up to him with my whole body. Pulling up his shirt, I kissed his nipples, diving deeper and deeper and leaving a trail on his stomach until I reached the waistband. I nimbly opened his pants and slid them down along with his boxer briefs. Alex’s cock was already hard as a rock and pulsing in front of my face.

I’m going to do it this time, I thought and took his penis in my mouth.

Alex grabbed my hair and moaned. I pushed my head back and forth, sucking and playing with his glans with my tongue until he pushed his pelvis toward me.

“For fuck’s sake, Noé! You’re driving me crazy!” he gasped.

I pulled my sweater and shirt over my head and bent down to him again, kissed his tip, and spread the pre-cum with my fingers. I massaged his balls with my other hand and slid further and further down. But before I found his hole, he shot up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and threw me onto my back.

Not again.

But before I could regain the upper hand, he pressed his lips to my mouth, sank his tongue in, and made me melt away.

No!Not this time!

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