Either way, I know that whatever girl I fuck tonight won't be staying with me long enough for me to see her in natural lighting. That's not something I do. It's not something I've ever done.
I'm out with the boys tonight; Jarrod and Jack. They've just opened their first restaurant and so we're celebrating. We've been celebrating all week. When the hangover finally comes, it's going to be a bitch. Jarrod has fucked off with some girl... Alice, I think her name is. She's pretty but she probably won't last the week. Jarrod isn't much better at commitment than I am. Jack is dancing with a girl not to far away from me. The girl has big tits - just Jack's type. He can be so typical sometimes. I can't help but chuckle at my mates.
I dancing, if you can call it dancing, I know my mother certainly wouldn't, with a petite brunette. She's got shiny blue eyes that hold a mischievous glint. It's intriguing. She's quite forward. Her arms are around my neck and she initiates a kiss. The kiss feels like a prelude to more, then again every kiss feels that way to me. I don't kiss girls that I don't intend to fuck. She moves her right hand down my chest until it reaches my jeans. She begins to palm my crotch and my body is happy to respond. She leans up on her tip toes and says in my ear; "do you want to come back to mine?"
It's a simple question but the answer is anything but. I know that if I go back to her's she's going to want me to stay the night, but that's against the rules. But because she's already offered, I can't recommend a quickie in the toilets or a quiet corner somewhere. It's not that I'm unwilling to go to her place, it's just that girls tend to complicate sex when it happens in a bed. I chuckle at her, slightly breathless from arousal, "alright."
Hopefully she won't be the clingy type. She says she lives just a couple of tube stops away and literally drags me from the club and into the brightly lit tube station a few streets away. I've never seen a girl in heels move with such urgency and it makes me want to laugh again. We rush down the stairs. She's holding my hand, I shake her off. I don't hold hands; it's against the rules.
We dart onto a train that is about to leave. It's crowded but I'm not complaining. It gives me an excuse to stand too close and rub my erection against her arse. I bite and kiss her neck, barely paying any attention to the people around us. She pushes back against me and so I gently roll my hips to increase the friction. I whisper in her ear that I want to fuck her but before I finish my sentence she's pulling me out of the train and back up a set of stairs and into the nights air.
We walk casually down the road. My hands are in my pocket. The fresh air is sobering me up and it's taking too long to get to her flat. I realise that I don't know anything about this girl. Melody will be pissed. She didn't like my rules. In fact she hates them. She's given me a few of her own;
1. Always get a name first
2. Don't be a bastard to them
3. And don't do a runner when they fall asleep
What Mel doesn't realise is that I don't get to the point where they fall asleep. There's no snuggling or post coital cuddling with me. It's more fuck and leave, so I've never had to do a runner and as for being a bastard, I'm not sure I'd call myself a bastard. Although a few of the girls I screwed in uni might disagree with me. Apparently it's hard to say goodbye to a guy who can bring you off to multiple orgasms. But that's my charm; I'm the fucking devil, I'll take you to heaven for just long enough to leave you in hellish need when I'm gone. Now I just sound arrogant. Maybe I am. Melody thinks I am. Then again what would Melody know, she's a kid. My kid sister to be precise. She's sixteen and awfully precocious but I think she's practically perfect. She's at boarding school at the moment but she's coming home in a few weeks for the summer. I can't wait to see her. I've got so much to tell her. I want to tell her all about TWR Advertising. I've finally done it. I've opened my own advertising firm and so far it's going amazingly well; that's something I want to share with my sister.
We've finally stopped outside a apartment block. I follow her up the stairs and into a small flat. It's barely bigger than a bed-sit. She leads me into her kitchen and offers me a drink. I turn it down. That's not why I'm here. She places her keys on the worktop before opening her fridge and pulling out a cherry tomato. She pops it in her mouth and eats it slowly, watching me the whole time. She then takes a moment to drink a glass of water before slowly pouring it down the sink. She looks up at me and gives me a blinding smile. I'm trying to be patient with her but she doesn't seem to be in a rush. I wouldn't be surprised if she flopped down on the sofa and turned on the fucking tv. I'm pleased when she steps towards me, giving me the go ahead to do what I want now that she's finished with all the little shit she had to do first. I pull her towards myself and kiss her ferociously. I'm fucking horny and she's being too slow. She pulls away after a moment and takes my hand to show me through to her bedroom. We barely talk as we undress. I help her out of her dress. She's hot, in that flawless skin, flat stomach sort of way that makes other girls jealous. Her hair is short, falling just below her chin. It's wavy and messy and I want to run my hands through it. I don't tell her how hot she looks; I don't do compliments. That's another rule.
I push her down on her bed but I don't want her in the missionary position; I'm not about to make love to her and I want to make that clear. I grab a pillow from the top of her bed and push her down on top of it so that she's lying out flat on her stomach with her arse slightly raised. "Spread your legs," I tell her. It's not romantic. It's not loving, but fuck it'll have her on the verge of orgasm before she learns my name. But then again I may never tell her my name. It's not against the rules; but it's preferably avoided. I grab my jeans off the floor and pull a condom from the pocket before sheathing my cock in it. When I'm secure in the knowledge that this little adventure isn't going to have any negative outcomes, I line myself up behind her, lowering myself until I'm on one elbow. My other hand is on her cunt. She's wet. I finger her for a moment but she growls in frustrating, "just fucking fuck me already.'
She's a bossy one this one and it irritates me. I like control. I like feeling in control, but regardless I line my dick up with her slick opening and thrust in hard. I don't go easy on her or slow. I'm ruthlessly quick and powerful as I push in and out of her. She's moaning loudly though, clearly enjoying the domination that is my fucking dick. In that moment the control is all mine; just as it should be.
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