Page 64 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“Come all over me,” I gasp, making him growl. He spanks me again, three fast swats, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My jizz falls on the sheets and rolls down his hand just as I feel him tense behind me, and then a wet sensation spreads between my legs and over my balls.
His hand lifts and loosely wraps around my neck, pushing my head back against his.
He lets out a shaky breath as his body shudders. “What are you doing to me?” I can barely hear his soft whisper when the alarm on his phone suddenly resounds in the living room.
He cusses and leaves the bed and my bedroom, coming back after a few seconds holding the clothes he stripped out of last night.
I’m still riding my buzzing post-orgasmic wave, simply lying on the damp sheet while enjoying watching TJ’s muscles tighten and contract as he bends and twists, giving me a reverse striptease. His broad shoulders seem about to tear the thermal shirt and his tree trunk legs are the perfect cradle for his beautiful swinging cock—huge even when flaccid. He’s a work of art.
“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” I ask him, adjusting my head on the pillow. I have a few more minutes before going to work.
“I’ll be late for training.” He sits at the end of the bed to lace his shoes.
He grabs his phone and starts tapping on it.
“Will you come to the café later?” I ask, my voice slow with sleepiness.
TJ nods distractedly. “Maybe.” His head is in jock mode already—that’s what I call it when he turns all his attention to football.
I yawn so loudly I think I hear my jaw crack. “I’ll be at the library today.”
“Uhm? Oh, okay. Gotta go.” He gives my lips a fast, hard peck and then leaves.
I close my eyes to enjoy some more sleep when my alarm starts ringing.
Fuck!
The morning flew away. I had to perform two people’s jobs at the café since Rachel got a cold, and even though there’s fewer people coming in these days—Christmas is thirteen days away—I didn’t have time to take a break.
I wonder what TJ has planned for Christmas. He’ll probably go back home since he has a family. The thought of not seeing him for a couple of weeks sits in my stomach like a boulder. Which further proves that I should put some space between us. This winter break will be good then. It is going to give me some fresh perspective on what the hell I’m doing with him.
It was supposed to be a one-time experiment that turned into what? Friends with benefits? Are we even friends?
Do friends get annoyed when one hasn’t texted back after four hours? He finished his training and didn’t come to the café, which has happened before—his coach is a slaver if you ask me. But now, it’s the afternoon, and he’s still AWOL.
I’m walking toward the library for some extra studying with my head still on TJ when I see him twenty feet away from me. It’s easy to spot his humongous body and the gray cap covering part of his long blond hair. He’s talking with a man, an older version of him. It must be…his father. Expensive beige coat, leathergloves, same brown eyes. But while TJ’s are sweet and candid, his father’s are cold and calculating.
TJ’s gaze suddenly finds mine, and what I see forming in them as he registers my presence hits me hard. Horror and fear. Like a deer in the headlights.
An undeniable wish to protect him from whatever is causing him distress engulfs me, and I take a step toward him. But he firmly shakes his head, halting my advance. A painful realization spears my chest: I’m the cause of his affliction. He doesn’t want his father to meet me. He’s scared shitless about it.
We aren’t together or anything, he doesn’t have to introduce me to his damn family. But the thought of TJ being ashamed of me even as his friend is like an imaginary blow to the gut.
And when his father looks at me and dismisses me in the next second? Like salt on an already bleeding wound.
And when TJ walks away, leaving me there without another look? It should leave me flatlined, right? It does the opposite. It gives life to a blazing anger that promises to turn everything around me to ash. Myself included.
Because this is what I deserve for getting involved with a closeted jock. I knew this was going to happen, I kind of mentally prepared myself, but that didn’t help one bit. Being used and thrown away is the only constant in my life. Thought I became immune. Fuck, was I wrong. It still hurts like a bitch.
I should have ended it when I started to feelthingsfor him. But I’ve known the guy for how long? Less than three weeks? I thought I was safe.
Will I ever learn? Better late than never.
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Inure: to accept or grow accustomed to something undesirable, to become hardened or desensitized to negative experiences.
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