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I have a love/hate relationship with being single.

Sometimes it's nice not worrying about another's opinion or judgement, but it's also lonely not having a warm body to cuddle up to or someone to hold in your arms. But fixing that... finding that one someone... It's a lot of work. It's a lot of awkward exchanges and even more disappointment, but still ya keep on trying because maybe there will be a light at the end of that dark, decrepit tunnel. Maybe.

I was beginning to realize that I'd been so caught up in my dream man that I'd become quite the hermit. If I didn't want to end up married to my hand, then something had to change. It was time to move on and stop living with an imaginary man.

It was time to go out into the world. The idea of it was a little daunting, especially when the only friends I had in the city were people I'd met through my job.

Time to be a big boy and go out on your own. Go find a man! Go have actual physical funnnn!

I resolved to find someone to bring home. Y'know, nothing too serious, just something to get rid of all those weeks of built up sexual tension that hands and toys just couldn't quite seem to alleviate.

It was time to leave the gorgeous man in the other building alone for awhile, even though every cell in my body protested the idea. It needed to be done.

So I spent over an hour getting ready. The outfit had to be perfect, the face, the hair. Hopefully, my dick would thank me later... or my ɑsshole. Whatever, I'm not picky.

I sang along with my "hairbrush" playlist, telling myself that every time I danced past the window it wasn't just because I was hoping for the light from his room to come on, I was just ... looking out at the city beyond the little cluster of condos.

Sure I was.

I tugged on my shirt, Givenchy about to get sweaty and ruined, but hopefully it wouldn't be for nothing. When every hair was in place, I took one last look out the window and took in a deep breath. The faint scent of Chanel followed me as I turned off the light and headed out the door.

~_~_~_~

I smiled to myself as I perched on an empty barstool. I'd almost forgotten how open gay clubs were. If you're looking to get hands on your body, then that's the place to go. I'd spent maybe 30 seconds dancing by myself before I'd gained a partner and when I was ready to move on ... another... and then another. Something just wasn't quite right tho. Somehow even surrounded by beautiful half naked men, the stranger was still the one and only thing on my mind. Every man got compared to the beauty I'd spent so many weeks watching. It wasn't fair.

I needed another drink to maybe blur the lines a bit.

The bar was definitely busy, and all three of the bodies working behind it seemed occupied. That was until hot, tall and blonde set eyes on me and sauntered right over. Something about him felt strangely familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.

"What can I get you, handsome."

I turned on my flirt game as he leaned forward on his elbows as if he couldn't hear me over the loud music. I locked my gaze directly onto his and leaned onto my own elbows. "Panama Red."

He stepped back a bit with a smug grin, eyes looking over me slowly. I couldn't help but send my own knowing smile right back. This tall drink of sex would be perfect.

I knew I had him when he kept sending me glances as he went about making my drink, ignoring all of the other's vying for his attention. It didn't take him too long, and when he returned and set the glass down in front of me I couldn't help the wink when he told me it was on the house. It wasn't until he had moved on, and I lifted the glass to my lips that I noticed a number scrawled on the coaster, the name Alex with a smiley face after placed neatly above it.

I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had a gorgeous man's number and a very high possibility of either fücking or being fucked. The night was turning out to be quite productive. I pulled my phone from my pocket and began entering the would-be supermodel's number into my contacts. He shot a bright smile my way when he saw what I was doing.

I took a second sip of my drink, and that's when the universe decided it was time to shake things up.

"Alex!" I looked up as someone called my pretty prospect's name over the noisy dance music, and I felt my heart drop straight to my toes. It was my beautiful neighbor, closer than he'd ever been, looking as flawless as ever and still incomparably gorgeous in the dark pulsing lights. I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

He was leaning up against the bar, his feet probably standing on the bar stool's foot rest. There was no way he was that tall. He grinned at the bartender and when tall blonde and built walked over to him, it hit me like a ton of fücking bricks.

Alex was the man I'd watched fück my dream man, the same man I had kept pretending was me.

I wanted to throw up, or run away, or scream or something... but all I could do was stare. Then his eyes met mine for the first time and everything inside of me seemed to press pause. No breathing, no moving, no heartbeat, no brain function... just completely stone still.

I waited for a roll of eyes or some indication that he was creeped out by me, but he seemed to regard me for a moment and a smile slowly lifted his lips. I looked down at the bar, embarrassed at being caught looking by the man who I'd already seen in many a compromising position without his knowledge. I glanced back up, and he gave me a coy smile before turning his attention back to Alex.

I forced my eyes back to my drink, needing a moment to restart my internal hard drive,

Jesus Christ that man...

I had barely even looked at him, but I knew my body was already reacting to the proximity. I knew I would be hard in no time flat if I kept staring.

You are ridiculously creepy. Leave the poor man alone for once! Don't make him uncomfortable. Let him live!

When I managed to look back again after my mental freakout, it appeared the two men were having a bit of a disagreement. Alex didn't look happy, but after the brunette had given him a very matter-of-fact look, eyebrow cocked, he turned away with a dramatic roll of his eyes to go make his drink.

Now that that the stranger's eyes were on that phone screen like they so often were I let myself stare again. I couldn't help it. I was drawn to him compulsively and it was going to be my downfall.

He tilted his head away from me, baring that neck I'd had so many fantasies about. I bit into my tongue to keep any sound down as he reached up and ran the back of his hand down that slightly arched column... his thumb sliding a bit over his collar bone. I had to shift on my seat to get comfortable and all but inhaled the rest of my drink in one go.

After another minute or so Alex returned and placed a drink in front of him earning a bit of a sarcastic smirk on that expressive face. I was so busy staring at dark and mysterious that I nearly jumped out of my skin when Alex reappeared, another drink at the ready.

"From my friend across the bar." He didn't look happy to be handing me a drink from someone else, but my confusion and surprise seemed to ease his mind and he gave me another secret smile before he walked away.

I didn't know what to think. I mean I'm not sure there was any function left of my brain TO think. All of those nights dreaming, fantasizing, watching that man, and he was so close. He bought me a drink for Yoncé's sake. Could he really be-

Wait.

He was gone. When I'd found the courage to lift my gaze, the object of my lust... was nowhere to be seen, an empty glass all that was left behind. As much as I'd panicked when I first saw him, it was even worse when he'd disappeared. Had I just lost my only chance?

I let out a disappointed sigh and tried to get my brain to slow down. I took a sip of my drink and then nearly choked on it as a figure slid onto the previously unoccupied stool next to me. Talk about heart stopping moments...

He was right there, close enough to touch, close enough to make out all of those tiny indiscernable features my imagination had previously filled in.

I felt my heart begin to race in anticipation, and I swallowed the large lump sitting in my throat.

Don't panic. Don't do anything stupid. Don't. Panic.

He leaned his elbows up onto the bar, his chin resting on his shoulder as he turned to look at me. It took me a few seconds to turn away from him as if he hadn't already caught me staring like a stalker. Still, I snuck a peek over at him and felt my pants tighten the moment I did. He was smiling, those gorgeous lips stretched in amusement... and just to add another element to the perfect fücking package, that smile had perfect little exclamation points indented in his cheeks.

Fück everything ever.... he has dimples. Fück me, I'm dead. That's it. Just dead.

I prayed the dark lighting hid the blush to my cheeks.

"I haven't seen you here before."

A voice to the face... not really what I expected, but somehow so much better. He twisted on the stool to face me, and my throat felt like it was closing up on me. My lungs weren't doing much better. His eyes, I could now see were a deep chocolate brown, and his lashes really were ridiculously long just as I'd imagined. His brows were perfectly groomed and...

"Um... no... it's my first time. Here. I mean it's my first time here."

Excuse me while I go shoot myself in the fücking face and put myself out of my misery.

He laughed, and I swear I wanted to pull him into my lap and kiss the sound away. I wanted to lay him out on that bar and lick every single drop of liquor on offer off of his body. He was even more delicious up close, and my brain began to short circuit.

"So does a drink buy me a name?" There was a playful glint in his eyes, flirty and fearless. God the things he had no idea he was doing to me.

"Scott."

His teeth dragged along his bottom lip before it sprang back into place, and I had to let out a long exhale to calm myself, shifting to ease some pressure.

"I'm Mitch and you... " All of my blood rushed southward as his eyes looked me over like a predator. ".... are gorgeous"

"Not like you..." My expression must have matched his, because there was a heat that narrowed his eyes and lifted a smirk that could boil ice.

"You're sweet. Now drink up so you can dance with me." He smiled brightly, and I nearly disintegrated into a puddle of nothing on the floor. My heart was pounding in my chest.

Mitch. Mitch Mitch Mitch Mitch Mitch.

He wanted to dance with me. I would have a chance to get my hands on him... for real this time. I lifted my glass to my mouth and finished it off with a quick swipe of my tongue over my lips. I didn't miss the way his eyes zeroed right in on it.

The power wasn't all his. If I could calm my fücking nerves, then I just might get exactly what and who I wanted.

Game on.

He grinned like the Cheshire cat as he found my hand with his, getting to his feet and dragging me out and into the sea of bodies. His grip tightened as the crowd got denser. When he found a good spot, he turned to face me and put my hand on his hip. It was like an electric current passing between us as we started to move with the music. Things were perfectly innocent for the first minute or so, but the space began to diminish as his constantly teasing smile and body sent me over the edge. I slid my arm around his waist and pulled him flush against me. His little squeak gasp was barely audible over the music, but I was close enough I could hear it. After his initial surprise, that infuriating smirk slid right back to his lips and the tip of his tongue slid along the bottom of his teeth. He was taller than I had imagined, body slotting perfectly into my arms. He felt tiny, but not fragile in the least, and every single part of me wanted a chance to test out just how much that tight little body could take.

When he began to move against me, I felt like I was in another dream. I had to be. There was no way this perfect man was real. I'd seen him so many times, filled in the blurry and undefined features in my head with my own imagination, but reality was 1000 percent better. His hands were small, but the way they moved over my body was completely calculated.

The minutes began to pass and the longer we danced, the more comfortable our hands and bodies seemed become. I knew he could feel just exactly what he was doing to me and appeared to double his efforts, turning around to press his back to my front, grinding that gorgeous ɑss back against me.

It felt way too obscene and far too intimate for a dance floor, but at that moment I didn't give a damn. I'd been waiting for far too long for a chance at the man against me, so when he rolled his hips a certain way I couldn't stop myself when I gripped at those hip bones. I pulled him back while I pressed forward to slot my very obvious arousal right where it longed to be. He leaned his head back onto my shoulder before spinning around. I didn't have time to think before I heard him breathe out my name and my face was pulled down to meet his lips, his fingers holding tight to my neck as he kissed me.

I don't know how long it lasted, but it was perfect. His nimble tongue wasted no time exploring every inch of my mouth, but I didn't just stand idle. I had dreamed of this moment, fantasized about it on countless occasions, and I was ready to take advantage of this one chance. My fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt as I held him against me, my mouth taking over and devouring as it went. I could feel his body relax in my arms as he could do nothing but hang on and enjoy the ride. When we pulled away, he grinned up at me, eyes lidded and hazy.

"You are really good at that."

"I think I need more practice."

I got a good look at those dimples before I tasted him once again, indulging while I had him willing and pliant in my arms. If I had been obsessed before, well ...

He pulled away a bit to catch his breath. I saw him look over at something, and his body sagged just a bit.

"My friend's waiting for me."

I kissed at his jaw and down his neck, earning me some adorable giggles in return. "Let them wait," I called over the pounding bass.

"I'm her ride home."

I pulled back to look at him, not wanting to let him go even for a second. I cupped his face in my hand. "I'll pay for her a cab."

He laughed as I moved to the other side of his neck, a bit intoxicated by the taste of his skin.

He said my name, but I didn't stop. I felt his hand slide to my back and then down to my ɑss. When it slipped into my back pocket, I knew what he was going for, and I didn't stop him. I continued to bruise sensitive skin with teeth and lips and tongue, and he continued to press his hips forward into mine, even when I knew he was still fiddling with my phone. He returned it back to its previous location, his other hand sliding into the other empty pocket and squeezing.

Fück I wanted him, and I didn't care how many taxi fares I had to pay.

"Scott..."

I lifted my head to look at him this time, and he appeared just as needy as I was. I brought him in for another kiss. If it was ok for him to go all grabby hands, then it was my turn. I slid my hand down his back and further until I had myself a handful, and I felt more than heard him groan into my mouth.

We needed to move this...

ASAP.

"Please..." I managed to breathe out in his ear.

He backed away a step. "I can't. I really have to go."

"Mitch..."

"This isn't over... just for now." He seemed reluctant and while I wanted to be a gentleman and respect him, those lips were plump and pouty from our near bruising kisses, and I was oh so desperate.

"But..."

"Don't worry, Scott. You'll see me again." He leaned up to place another quick kiss to my lips. "Promise."

And then he was gone.

It was a strange high and low simultaneously. I was still buzzing from the contact with him, but I was also cold from the sudden lack of contact.

As I made my way out of the heat of the bar and began my trek back home, I felt a vibration in my back pocket and pulled out my phone. Apparently he'd sent himself a text from my phone. I couldn't help but laugh at the way he'd entered himself into the contacts.

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: I'm really sorry for running out on you :(

Yeah, me too....

Scott: nbd when can I see you again?

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: someone's eager ;)

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: very, very soon I hope

Scott: me too :)

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: I'm just sorry we didn't get to continue our... dance

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: didn't leave you too worked up did I?

"You have no idea..." I whispered to my phone.

Scott: Beyond

Scott: but I guess I'll forgive you this time :P

Oh God that sounded stupid! Wait, fix it!

Scott: I mean, if you make it up to me

That was even worse! Now it sounds like all you want is sex! Well... sex is important. Besides... he started it!

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: ooo gonna punish me?

I didn't answer until I was back in the safety of my bedroom, and I'd had a moment to think... and not with my dick.

Scott: seems like you deserve it for leaving me like this

Well so much for not sounding like an idiot.

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: you were very excited weren't you

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: I'm sorry I was such a bad boy

Breathe... in.. out.

I didn't stay clothed for very long. I was already beyond worked up. I needed a shower, the smell of sweat and alcohol still lingering, but also the distinct smell of slightly spicy cologne. I thought back to all of the ideas and fantasies, wondering... guessing how his lips would feel against mine, imagining the taste of his skin beneath my tongue.

Now I knew, and now I wanted... needed... more.

Mitch.

As much as I wanted to keep up the dirty talk, I also wanted to see him again, and I mean really see him not just eat his face off. I didn't want this to be some weird grindr-esque.... once and done sexting type of ordeal.

I wanted to know more about him, to talk to him...

But yes... then I wanted to fück him until he wouldn't be able to sit up the next day... and then make him stay for cuddles. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of him.

What to say... what. to ... say.

Scott: make it up to me by letting me take you to dinner tomorrow night

I began to pace back and forth waiting for an answer, my heart beating like a drum.

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: we shall see ;)

What does that mean!?????

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: bbs shower :-P

Well, that was a visual I hadn't visited in awhile. Mitch in my shower, water sliding down his neck and chest... me pressing him into the tiles over and over.

My body was still tingling from that small taste of the man it had been craving for weeks. I flopped over onto my back on the bed, sighing with giddiness and also I don't know how to explain it. Imagine your celebrity crush randomly finding you at a bar, dancing against you, making out like it was a means of survival and then leaving you standing there to wish and dream once again.

I was on a high like no other, and I knew I'd never be able to sleep, not like this.

It was about that time I noticed the light from the window flicker on, and I felt that familiar warmth low in my stomach.

I stared at my ceiling in the dim light of the city. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face as I thought about the man I knew I'd see through that window. He was so close, closer than ever before, at least in my mind.

I slowly rose to my feet, moving over to the window and searching the familiar bedroom for that gorgeous man. I expected him to be searching for clothes to change into after his shower, but when he appeared he didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything but get his clothes off.

I chewed on my lip as slowly that skin came into view, and I snuck my tongue out to join my teeth, the lingering taste of Mitch almost too much for me to handle. I was far too sensitive, and I knew I would have to keep my hands away from my body or I'd be a fücking mess in seconds. I let my eyes drink in every inch, altering the previous versions I'd created in my head to match the actual form of the man I'd gotten up close and personal with not even an hour before. I wished I could teleport myself into his room, pull his head back by his hair and spend the next hour or so just marking that flawless skin... his neck... his collarbone... his chest. I wanted to create my own tattoos there that said 'back the fück off - mine!'

I watched him climb up on the bed, hands sliding over his body like they had a tendency to do. This was familiar and yet new all over again. There was an added thrill, knowing there was a chance it was me he was thinking of.

Was it my hands he was imagining? My lips he wanted around him? My cᴏck he wanted to split him in two?

I certainly hoped so.

How much did I need to cozy up to karma in order to get inside of him? I'm sure it would be worth it.

I tried to regulate my breathing, to get some modicum of control over my own body, but really I had none. Mitch had it. He had total and complete control over me and the sooner I accepted it, the sooner I could enjoy it.

He was saying something, his lips moving as his fingers skirted around the shaft laid up against his stomach. I would like to think my name was in the mix somewhere. I bet he was imagining all of the things I'd do to him, just like I was.

~_~_~

His skin was decadent, and that is exactly where I'd start. I trapped him beneath me, letting our tongues wrap around one another in a balanced give and take. He lifted his head off of the pillow to try and get closer, and I let my fingers slide through his hair to help support him, using that elbow to support myself. I decided it was time to take the reigns, and I felt him gasp into my mouth as my free hand traced swirling lines down his stomach to ghost fingertips across his swollen tip.

I continued to tease, the barely there touches making his hips rock restlessly. I nibbled at his bottom lip, smiling at the frustrated groan and the impatient fingers clawing at my waist.

"Please...touch me."

I pulled back to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, almost pleased that he seemed to be slightly out of breath.

I grinned down at him and when his head met the pillow again I shifted to join our lips again in a hungry kiss, his cᴏck trapped against my lower stomach. He wriggled beneath me, the sheen of sweat easing the slide of skin against skin. I took my mouth on the move when his hands slid to my ɑss, squeezing and pulling greedily. He usually adored being teased, but it seemed this night he was more wanton, and it just made me want to slow everything down. I knew I couldn't for long, both of us were already too far gone, but I would drag out every impatient beautiful sound I could from his throat before I gave him what he wanted.

I knew I'd hit a sensitive spot when his nails dug into my skin, and that's where I began my assault. His legs shifted, spreading wide to cradle my body between them. My name had never sounded as dirty, nor had the word 'please'. I let my hands travel over his legs,the feeling of tight muscle beneath such soft skin sending my tactile signals into overload. He was a feast, and I was indulging like a ravenous dog.

I could feel him almost trembling with want as the very tip of my tongue slid from shoulder ... across collar bone ... to the other shoulder.

"Scott."

He whispered it, and I pulled back to look again, to stare and appreciate just what I had beneath me. He was everything ... I moved to taste his lips again, but he caught me off-guard, planting his heels and maneuvering us over so that he was on top of me.

I couldn't help but laugh at his triumphant smile as he perched above me. Still, I knew I had him... He was still mine to enjoy... to pleasure. He chewed on his bottom lip as I slid one hand up his thigh to his side and then up his neck. I was just about to slide my finger over his lip, ready to start prepping him for me, but he had other ideas. He gripped my wrist with a smirk and shifted... down and down he went. He released my hand as he got himself into position, and I could do nothing but watch as those lips pursed up around my tip and then slowly began to stretch as he inched down my length. His eyes never left mine, and it took every bit of strength and restraint I had to keep my hips from flying upward and also not to come right then. He knew it was the sweetest torture as he kept his movements slow, tongue sliding a wet trail along with his lips. I threw my head back as his fingers had relocated to my balls, knowing exactly what to do to break me down.

"Mitch..."

It slid out on an exhale..but soon I was using it on a repeat loop as that wonderful mouth began to really show off it's skills. My fingers thoroughly ruined his hair as they slid between the strands, just trying to get a grip on something as his head bobbed up and down. I swear I could see the smirk in his expression, even in his current state. He inhaled sharply as I tugged him back by his hair, up and off of my now very needy prick.

"Get up here." Had I not been desperate for him I would have been embarrassed by the growl and command that my words came out with, but as it were I was blinded by lust. He scrambled rather ungracefully up to straddle my hips. I pulled him down for another kiss, but it was barely a taste before he pulled back, leaning over to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He grinned as he squeezed a bit onto his fingers and lifted up a bit to reach back around. I couldn't see, but if his facial expressions were any indication he'd gone from one to two rather quickly.

"That's it... open yourself up for me." I could see a bit of a blush form on his cheeks, and I ran my knuckles up and down his spine a couple of times. I decided to join in on the fun and grabbed the bottle that had been tossed aside. After coating my cᴏck, I lifted my hand, sliding the tip of my finger around his rim stretched wide by his fingers. When I pressed and added just a bit of pressure, he whimpered and pushed back and soon my finger slid in to join his two. As I hooked it just a bit, the angle must have been perfect and his mouth flew open, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. His hand gripped at my arm, his breath warm against my skin.

"Oh, fück..." he murmured into my neck, teeth grazing as I began to move my finger in and out of him. The noises were perfect, and it didn't take long before he was begging for more. He pulled his fingers out, ɑss pressing up and back into the finger I still left inside of him, effectively fucking himself on it.

"Please, Scott. I'm ready."

I finally removed the digit, giving him a light pop on that tiny bottom. He lifted up on his palms to look into my eyes. His lips pouted a bit as I gripped myself, running the blunt head along his crack and then lining up.

I didn't move, just let him feel it... and when he was ready he began to push back until he was breached.

The grip I kept on his hips would surely bruise, but it was the only thing that kept my hips from lifting and impaling him in one go.

He was so tight, warm and heavenly. He looked so fücking sexy with his hair tousled and his lips shiny and plump, his eyes half open as he slowly lowered himself. I don't think he realized just how much of a sensual being he was.

He was perfect. Just perfect.

Finally, he was completely seated, and we both paused to get ourselves together.

"Mitchy, I... I can't..." I was losing control... and my fingers continued to press into skin.

He grinned, the cheeky bastard, and only answered me with a rock of hips. As he began to get a rhythm of shallow movement, I lost track of my hands. I just touched wherever and whatever I could. I wanted to have all of him all at the same time and just couldn't seem to understand that it wasn't possible.

He was getting a bit enthusiastic, his thighs working to press him up and down onto me, his cᴏck bouncing with every motion. He was a beautiful sight, beautiful and vulgar and the sexiest thing I'd ever set eyes on.

That filthy mouth had no trouble saying exactly what he was feeling, and it only seemed to increase my want and chip away at the tiny bits of restraint I had left. I reached up to wrap my arm around his waist and pulled him down on top of me. At the same time, I dug my heels in, lifting him by the hips and thrusting into that perfect little hole.

He held on for dear life, teeth pressing into the meat of my shoulder as he struggled for composure. When I hit the right angle, his head lifted, and he let out a loud moan - a delicious, filthy sound.

I knew I was spouting filth from my own mouth, encouraging him with every motion.

It was so good, so perfect.

I was so close. His body jerked and surged forward with the momentum of my hips, but it still wasn't enough. I needed more.

It was an awkward roll as I turned us over to lay him out on his back. I slid out of him, and he slid himself back up towards the pillows and the headboard. I wanted to see his face when I pushed him over the edge... but not just yet.

~_~_~

I took a moment away from my fantasy to calm myself again.

The real Mitch was on his hands and knees, still teasing and tormenting himself. That boy must have had an iron will. No way I'd be able to tease myself for that long without giving in and touching my cᴏck at least once or twice. His fingers hadn't even done anything more than slide over his skin, staying away from every orifice with careful touches.

I almost wondered if he would come untouched. Could he?

Could I make him?

I went back to my fantasy...

~_~_~

I seemed to devolve into a mindless animal as I parted his legs and slid back inside of my paradise. I didn't hold back, setting a relentless pace. Those hungry eyes threatened to bulldoze the life out of me and I leaned down to litter his chest with marks... all claims to what was mine. His fingers in my hair held my mouth close to his skin, and as I reached his neck again I sat back up, bracing myself to let loose. I gripped his hips in both hands, bouncing his tiny body off of me with every tug and pull. My hips propelled him up the bed, and my hands ripped him right back into me in a mindless pattern. His head thrashed side to side, hands not sure where to go or what to do. Those lips sat parted as he let himself be ravaged, heat and desire stealing his breath and most of his words.

I could feel it...

Almost there...

~_~_~

I was pulled out of my fantasy by the buzzing of my phone. I hurried back to the bed to find it, pulling up the last text message.

When I did, I nearly dropped the phone.

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: free shows over, gorgeous.

My Boyfriend Mitchy <3: It's time to pay the piper. If you want more, and I *really* hope you do, 711B.

It took me a second to register what those words indicated and by the time I had my feet had already carried me back over to the window. I looked to see Mitch staring right up at me with the biggest smirk on his face right before he closed the curtains.

He knew.

My heart practically stopped in my chest, but then my still very hard cᴏck decided to chime in. A shiver of anticipation slid down my spine and pushed my body into motion. The only things I worried about grabbing were my keys and some sweats, and I was out the door.

Something tells me reality is so much better than fantasy.