Oh hell no, I was not going anywhere. Not for the next two days that's for sure. I groaned and clutched my stomach, dropping my phone on the pillow. Craig was so adorable when I told him I had to cancel our workout today because I wasn't feeling well. He sent me lots of kissing emoji's and asked me to let him know if I needed anything.

Why? Why must I be punished for being a woman? I didn't ask for this. I would have happily chosen testicles over ovaries any fucking day. But especially these next 2days! The 2 days left after that were okay.

"Kill me." I whispered scooting down my bed and sliding off of it inch by inch until, I was now sitting on my floor, trying to get the willpower to make it to my bathroom drawers to swallow the entire bottle of ibuprofen.

How was I so busy that I forgot? My cycle was pretty fucking regular. I usually took 4 pills the day before when I knew it was going to hit and then another 4 pills every 8 hours for 2 days before dialing it back depending on the pain.

And now I've been so busy getting dicked, I was caught off guard early in the morning with shots of pain in my lower abdomen. Only to go to the bathroom and be welcomed by the red mistress herself. Brings good news covered in torture.

God, help me.

**

I hugged my pillow as Netflix played in the background and I read my emails. The great thing of working from home was that I could literally create my own schedule. Besides, no matter how much they wanted to act like I needed to be on top of everything 8 hours a day 5 days a week, It truly made no difference if I skipped a few days or worked my ass off. No huge changes were going to be met without the senior advisor's input and he was on vacation.

Our senior advisor, George Lynch ,was probably snorting cocaine out of a stripper's ass right now.

These two days were going to be a drag. I'd been sleeping on and off, my body just so tired. If I could become the bed, I would. I clicked on the Dreams app and pouted at the note.

We're sorry you couldn't make your meetup today. Make sure to reschedule with Craig. You're one of his favorites.

Was I? Didn't matter, the note made me feel better. I will reschedule.

That still left me with three dream requests. I didn't want to go anywhere, or do anything....but I really wanted a dark chocolate bar and dulce de leche caramel ice-cream. Could I put a request for it to be delivered?

I smiled.

Dreaming of a wonderful person to bring me dark chocolate bars and dulce de leche caramel ice-cream. I will love you forever.

I put it on my dashboard. This was not a dream wasted. In fact it was the most important dream I'd posted since----

A message popped up on my screen.

Great news! Erasmo has accepted your request. Chat with him to set up your meeting.

Really? Damn that was fast. Had he been creeping on my dashboard? I grinned stupidly. He's willing to run an errand like this for me? I looked as a notification popped up in my inbox. Smiling, I clicked on it. This boy liked me for sure. I read his message.

· Hey diabetes, aren't you supposed to be at the gym? Craig lets you eat this shit?

I rolled my eyes. Why did I think it was going to be a sweet message?

· Shut-up. I'm not going to the gym, I'm literally dying.

· Dying?

· Yes.

· And chocolate and ice-cream is the cure?

· If my death is by way of cramps yes.

I waited for a couple seconds. Was he one of those guys who hated talking about periods and cramps and----

· You need anything else?

I groaned and dropped my phone. "Why the fuck is he so sexy?" I whispered in defeat. Feeling my heart flutter, I picked back up the phone.

· Sushi?

· Sushi?

· Yes....and a heating pad.

· Anything else?

· Hershey' cookies 'n crème dipped pretzels

· That's it?

· A bottle of red wine

· Want me to bring you the whole fucking store?

I laughed. I was wondering when he was going to call me out.

· Hey, you asked!

· And I've learned my lesson!

I chuckled.

· I'm almost done with brunch. As soon as her parents leave, I'll be able to go get your things. Can you wait 30 minutes?

Brunch? He does brunch? Was it his girlfriend? Or is it a dream request? Shit I never even asked if he had a partner or anything outside the app. I needed to ask this because I was getting waaaayyyy to comfortable.

· Yes that's fine. Thanks.

· No, problem.

I dropped my phone and looked up at the T.V. screen with no fucking clue which episode was playing. I did not want Erasmo to have a girlfriend. He couldn't have one, what was I talking about. Not after Saturday...I mean....you don't say all that shit to somebody and fuck them like that and then go back home to your girl? Well....people were really sneaky. And maybe...no it felt real...uuuggghhh, I'm just gonna ask him. That's it. I'm just gonna ask and if he does than that girl must be the most confident creature on this planet to be fine with her boyfriend fucking strangers all willy nilly.....but it was a job....i mean even pornstars have partners and committed relationships. Yeah, that's true, this just means I could not do the emotional involvement with him and then we'll be good, girlfriend or not.

But those words he told me. How he told me. The way he looked at me. Held me. My reaction to.....fuck.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in my pillow. STOP JAYLEN! JUST STOP! I can't let these young boys out here having me feel like this!

You're not looking for a relationship! No! Say with me! No relationship! And especially not with that fucking sexy ass most handsome Italian gigolo. Fuck! Those thick lips of his made me want to sit on his face.

Fucking sexy ass.

**

When I heard my doorbell rang, I must have been dozing off because it surprised me.

It must be Erasmo.

I groaned as I forced myself out of the bed. I adjusted my scarf, pulled at my oversized sweater and patted down my pajama shorts. Can you tell I'm obsessed with pajama shorts?

Anyways, I felt like shit, so I knew I must look like shit but you know what.....fuck it. Just fuck it. I'm bleeding and I am cramping, and I have the ability to fucking bring life into this earth so just fuck men!

Yeah, I wasn't feeling too good.

Slippers side into my feet easily as I left the bedroom to open the door.

He arched an eyebrow at me and I sighed heavily, 2 degrees short of rolling my eyes.

"Well, aren't you just a little pocket of sunshine." He smirked as he entered the house with two big paperbags of......groceries?

"Did you really just buy the whole store?" I whispered watching him settle the bags on the counter.

"Dulce de leche caramel....gonna give you cavities...." He said as he begin to unpack. "A bottle of red wine...this one's from South Africa it says.

I closed the door, my eyes widening as I saw the pint of ice-cream that he pulled out first and then the wine.

I squealed and rushed over to him. Wrapping my arms around him from the back and squeezing him tight. I did a little dance. "And that is why you're my favorite." I moaned.

Erasmo chuckled as he took out 6 different bars of dark chocolate. "Then put me back in my spot."

So much chocolate! Marry me! "Hell no. If I have this much leverage, I'm never losing it."

Erasmo scoffed playfully and took out three boxes of sushi. "I didn't know what kind you wanted." He remarked. I smiled against his back.

Guys this was nice.

Okay, I wasn't going to get in my feels, but this felt really nice.

I stared silently as he pulled out a pack of heating pads. "A pack of heating pad so you don't turn into a frosty bitch."

He seemed proud of himself as he chuckled while I gasped.

"That wasn't even funny."

"A little." He chuckled. "And here, fruits: mangos, peaches, clementine's...here are some strawberries and blueberries and here's some oatmeal. You need more fiber. Salami....replacing the salami we ate last time, and this cheese, it's like dusted with cracked pepper, the lady had me taste it at the store and it was really good, you'll like it."

My heart pounded as I watched him bend down open my fridge and put the salami and cheese. I was still holding him, but he moved as if it was a perfectly normal occurrence to have me cling to his back as he put away the groceries.

Erasmo, reached behind him to grab the sushi. He was about to put it in the fridge, but stopped and turned his head as best he could to look at me behind him. "This...you want to eat this now or later?" He asked

"Later." I whispered in a small voice.

Erasmo eyes held mine for two seconds longer. His eyebrow furrowed in a twitch as if he was confused or caught off guard. He turned and put the sushi away and closed my fridge.

I released him almost reluctantly and backed up. "Thank you so much Erasmo. I appreciate it. How much do I owe?"

He gave me a brief look and then started to open the cabinets, looking for something. "It's a dream request you don't have to pay me back."

"Well you aint gotta tell me twice." I joked putting my hands up.

He brought down a bright yellow fruit bowl. " Okay do you have a particular way you put your fruits or-----what?---what?" He chuckled.

I had walked over to him and gotten between the counter and him. My arms lifted and wrapped around his neck as I stood on tiptoes.

"What?" He asked with a smirk as he held the edge of the counter.

"I just have a lot of emotions right now." I whispered, pressing my face into his neck while inhaling the subtleness of his cologne. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating on to me.

Erasmo scoffed but didn't move.I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes. One second passed, two seconds, 3 seconds....I pulled back slowly because if I had moved too fast, I wouldn't have been able to capture the moment.

What moment?

This moment right here. This moment where you can see that light in those green eyes and warmth in that small teasing smile.

"If you keep hugging me, I can't put the----"

I cupped his chin and pressed my lips against his. Kissing him hard...oh man did I brush my teeth today? It didn't matter because he kissed me back just as intensely. He brought his hand gripping the counter to rest on my midback as he pulled me into him---

I broke the kiss just as abruptly and covered my mouth. "I didn't brush my teeth."

Erasmo's mind went through all three stages in three seconds. Confusion, amusement disbelief. "Seriously?"

"I didn't." I shielded my mouth. "I'm going to go brush my teeth."

Erasmo shook his head without response as he put the oatmeal in the pantry.

**

"No, don't tell me what happens." I whispered smacking his hand.

Erasmo chuckled. I was nestled basically underneath his armpit as he held me. The covers over our legs as we watched the movie. I reached on the table and grabbed the ice-cream.

Like the fatass I am, I took a huge spoon, opened my mouth wide and put it in my mouth. I closed my eyes enjoying sweetness coat my tongue and travel down my throat. Just for good measure, I licked the spoon.

It was then that I turned my head slightly and looked up.

Erasmo was shaking his head with a smirk on his face. "You're like a little porky."

I grinned and took my ice-cream, offering it to him. He put his hand out and moved his head back, channeling Drake from his hotline bling video. "No. Too sweet."

I smirked. "More for me." And happily put the spoon in my mouth.

He chuckled as his phone beeped. I watched as he reached into his pocket and brought it up lazily, to read. His fingers that had been absently rubbing my arm stopped and he took his arm from around me. "I gotta go." He said sitting up. He patted his knees and got up.

"Okay..." I smiled. "Thanks again."

He nodded and turned around. I watched as he made the way to my front door. Was it just me or was there a bit of reluctance in his step? Well, the mind sees what the mind wants to see. He could as easily just been walking as he always does but just because I wanted him to stay, from my view I could make it look like he wanted to stay.

Erasmo opened the door and turned back to smile as he took a step out. He turned around and just as quickly whipped his head back to me. "What's the code to your door?"

I grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know." I teased.

Erasmo rolled his eyes and I laughed at his annoyed stance.

"Text it to me." He said before stepping out completely and closing my door.

I stared at my door with a stupid smile. He was the absolute cutest.

**

I felt like a queen. A true queen just biting into my chocolate all throughout the day. making myself a smoothie with the fruits he brought for a mid morning snack. Eating one of the packs of sushi for lunch. It was then that I realized...he forgot my bottle of wine.

I was not going to tell him. Nope. He'd done great. I'd rated him 5 stars and gave him a $50 tip. I think that was the price of the groceries. So no wine? No problem.

I couldn't believe I'd basically slept the whole day away.....amazing. This is they type of life I needed.

· Hey, are you busy tonight?

I leaned back as I read Gail's text.

· No, not really busy but I'm going to be staying in. I don't feel that well.

· Aww, do you want me to bring you a delicious cup of soup?

I chuckled.

· That's sweet but it's okay. I don't have a cold or anything, I'm just cramping and do not feel like moving from the comfort of my couch or home.

· Right. Do you want me to come over?

I felt a bit guilty as I stared at my phone. Did I want him to come over? No, not really. I mean even when he came to pick me up from the party. I told him thank you and I went upstairs without him and he drove home. I wouldn't mind being his friend but he was...I don't know he was missing that extra little spaz or whatever and....i felt like a dick.

Okay here we go.

· Hey look Gail, you're really nice and I have fun with you----

Nope I can't do it. Erase.

· No. Not today 

· You sure? I can bring you something to make you feel better.

· Yes, I'm sure. I'm not up to seeing anyone. I'll see you some other time.

· Let me know if there's anything.

· Sure. Thanks.

I put my phone down and exhaled. I was going to have to tell him. But damn what kind of person had I become? Just a week with him and I'm all like deuces. I used to wait at least a month to tell a guy I wasn't feeling it like that. But still, hooking up with him had been more of like a...powertrip. It made me feel like...hey I can do this. I can step out of my comfort zone. Even if it seems strange and you're not "supposed to" I'll do it. So I asked him out. Something I'd never done before. Ever. Asked a man out. Than I fucked on the first date. Just like that. Fucked... and it just...well damn it showed me that I don't want to fuck him. Lots of time averted.

But he was nice....oh shit I've become one of those people.

I picked my phone at the screen lighting up.

I clicked on the dream app and my inbox.

Erasmo.

· Did I leave my charger at your place?

I frowned. What charger? He didn't charge his phone.

· No.

I replied in confusion.

· Can you double check? I think it's by the bag of groceries.

I stared at the message. He didn't leave his charger. Is this......I threw my head back and chuckled. Oh my God, were we speaking in codes on the Dreams App? Oh...because, because of Lola. I chuckled.

· Nope sorry. You didn't leave your charger.

I grinned. Make him sweat.

· Are you sure? You replied really fast. Did you look?

I laughed at his reply.

· No.

· Are you going to look?

· Yes.

· When?

· Later.

I chuckled at my one word response as my phone vibrated.

Erasmos? How had he gotten my number again? I accepted the facetime call.

"Hi." I grinned holding my pillow tight as I snuggled into the couch. The heating pad he'd gotten me placed, perfectly on my undergarment soothing the dulling pain. He wore a muscle tank and workout shorts. He was breathing a little hard as he set the phone on something and sat back on the bench. He adjusted his airpods and then started to unwrap the hand wrap around his wrist and hand.

OMG he boxes? Are you kidding me? Are you freaking kidding me?

"You're annoying, you know that." Erasmo spoke up.

"Uhm how did you get my number?" I teased.

He chuckled. "Where there's a will, there's a way." He responded. "Besides, I've been waiting since Saturday for you to actually call."

"Aww you wanted my number that badly?" I crooned.

"Later Marino! Later Griffin!"

Erasmo looked up and nodded. "Ciao! Oh and don't worry about Lola okay. I'll talk to her."

"Much appreciation man." I saw a hand tap Erasmo's shoulder in acknowledgment.

Erasmo turned to unravel his other wrist and hand. "What have you been doing since I left porky?"

"Yeah, that nickname is not going to stick." I told him and smiled as he chuckled.

He shot me a glace before smiling and looking back down at his hand.

"You box?"

"Fitness boxing." Erasmo replied. "So I'm not in the ring, it's just for the physique."

"And a nice physique it is." I responded.

Erasmo lifted his eyes to his phone camera and I smiled. Yeah, I said it. I said what I said.

"How are you feeling?"

I put my thumb down and sighed. "I don't want to do anything but sit here cuddling my pillow." I whispered.

Erasmo blinked a couple times and then slowly looked behind him before focusing back on me as I held my pillow close.

We stared at each other in silence. Some unspoken words flying through us. I had no idea what he was thinking but I could I feel the questioning lust in his eyes.

I held the pillow even tighter.

Erasmo watched me as he put his equipment away. "You wanna watch a movie or something tonight?"

I sighed. "I wish. But I've already requested you once this week and I can't request you again." I pouted. "You're not my number 1."

"And whose fault is that?" He arched an eyebrow.

I chuckled. "Maybe next week I'll dream of watching a movie and directly message you the request."

Erasmo zipped up his bag and then looked up at me briefly before looking back down at his gym bag. "I'm feeling generous." He stated softly.

"You're feeling generous?" I asked, now my eyebrow arched in amusement.

"Yeah. I'll come watch a movie while you stuff your face." He smiled gently as he looked up at me. Erasmo looked behind him again cautiously and then picked up his gym bag. He reached for his phone and I was unsteady for a minute as it shook. But then I saw the background and the state of the art equipment. There were people there. Chatting, laughing, sweating, must have been a full workout. Damn even sweaty all those people looked hot and in incredible shape.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I think that you just offered to bring dinner and a movie to my place because you want to see me so badly and you want to hold me in your arms----

He chuckled. "You really dream big don't you."

I was cheesing so much. "Why don't you just say it?" I asked. "Say you want to see me because you like me."

He chuckled again and I could now see that he was in an underground garage.

"Say it." I teased holding my pillow tighter. I waited as a car beeped and I saw him move his phone again. This time I saw the side of a shiny all black car. After a couple more movements I saw that he was in his car and his phone was located on something sturdy. He sat back and I was once more able to see him from the top up.

"You're really not going to say it?" I frowned.

Erasmo laughed softly. "Look I'm going to go take a shower----

"Uhmmmm....."

His eyes shifted to his phone at my moan.

I grinned. "You in the shower? That's hot." I teased.

He didn't say anything as he kept staring.

"Honestly, I'm not going to lie, you look so fuckable right now." I whispered.

His left eyebrow twitched up.

"I thought I would never lick a sweaty neck but for you I'd make an exception." I continued feeling myself warming up as I stared back at him. "Lick your neck, bit it. Hear you moan. Kissing my way all the way down your chest----"

Erasmo sat back in the driver's seat.

"Licking your nipples and sucking on them." I grinned. "And since I'm feeling a little feisty I'll bite it."

Erasmo slowly rubbed his hand across his chest. He cleared his throat softly and looked out his car window briefly before settling back in his seat and focusing on me.

"I'll run my tongue down the ridges of your abs. Biting and sucking on the muscled flesh." I licked my bottom lip. "And then..." I whispered getting a little closer. "Twirl my tongue inside your navel, scrape my teeth below that. Hearing your moans as I nip you there. I'll dig my fingers into your thighs as I lower my head----" I stopped and pretended to look towards my door.

I turned to Erasmo's dark green eyes, mouth parted, his hand that was on his chest, no longer visible in the camera as he bit on his bottom lip.

"I gotta go." I whispered.

"No! what....now?" His voice was heavy with desire.

I nodded. "Talk to you later." I grinned.

"No, Jay wait------"

I hung up on him and squealed. Throwing my head back I cackled like my best friend was prone to doing. I fucking got him so good. Oh, that felt so nice. So nice. The need in his eyes. Those eyes that were focused and locked on me. It was so nice knowing he wanted it. And then to see him trailing his hand down his body.

I shuddered in excitement.

Looking down, my phone lit up with a text from Erasmo.

· That was evil 🥵

I smiled.

· I had to go! See you in a bit?

· 😮‍💨

I laughed. He was such a kid. I closed my eyes for a little while. Who knew when he'll be here? I should take some drugs and rest and then go take a shower. I was absolutely not going to do anything in the state I was in. But I should still freshen up with a shower.

**

Fuck, I'd overslept. I groaned.

"Well, happy to see you to." Erasmo entered my place with a delicious smelling bag in his hand. My mouth watered.

"What is that?" I whispered. "It smells so good."

"You know, you might as well give me the code----"

"It's my birthday." I replied taking the bag from him and moving to the kitchen.

"When's your birthday?"

I shrugged and I peered into the bag. "This smells so good. I'm going to rinse up really quick and then we eat and watch a movie yeah?"

I turned to Erasmo comparing something on his phone and peering at my lock. I watched as he pressed two numbers, double checked on his phone, pressed two more, check and finished with 4 numbers.

The lock turned and flashed green.

He smiled.

"That's for taking care of me today." I replied. "So feel free to drop food anytime."

Erasmo simply nodded and put his phone away. I reached into the bag and grabbed 4 sweet potato fries to stuff my face with. He cleared the keypad and typed in the code again as if to be sure. The lock turned again and flashed green.

I stretched and went towards my bathroom. "I'll be quick."

Once I got in the shower, it was done. The hot water was exactly what my body needed. Plus I felt icky, I wasn't going to sit out there with him feeling icky. I took that opportunity to empty my cup and put it back in. I scrubbed my body extra hard and rinsed off slowly. I turned off the shower and applied the body oil on my still wet skin. I smiled feeling refreshed.

As far as first day periods go....this was going pretty well.

I lotioned up. Pulled up my black biker shorts that hugged my bloated stomach pretty well without discomfort. I added very loose but extremely short gym shorts over it. Without the bike shorts my ass cheeks would have been hanging out. Usually I'm fine with it but on period week. Nope we layering up, even thout with the cup I barely if ever leaked. I put on another lightweight sweater, some socks and a spritz of perfume.

I mean...come on, Erasmo was here. Just needed to doll up just a tad. I put my braids, half-up half down. Moisturized my face and stared at myself in the mirror. He'd seen me the entire day without make-up and hadn't said a thing. I mean, no concelear, not even that make-up no makeup look I always did. But I ain't gonna lie except for that little pimple that just appeared because of my period, the rest of my face was doing pretty well. Still had little tiny acne scars and tiny little random barely there bumps on my forehead. My face was pretty well acting right. Shit deodorant. I quickly rolled on my deodorant and made my way out of my bathroom.

Damn, I'd been there for quite a bit.

"Yes, food." I did a mini harlem shake as I walked over to the table, where he'd laid out a sampler of different things. "You're a healthnut."

"No, I just like to eat healthier." He remarked, nudging me as he put some of the couscous on a plate. Was it weird that I liked how tall he was even bent over the table.

I grabbed my plate and started to serve myself, feeling the excitement to eat. Man he really knew how to pick...like this spread looked fucking delicious. I didn't even know what to put on my plate.

Everything I guess. Why not everything.

I grabbed a sweet potato fry and chewed contently as I served myself. Out of my peripherifal vision, I caught him sending a couple glances my way.

"What?" I turned to him.

He shrugged and grabbed the vegetable and tofu skewer and placed it on his plate. "Uhm your friend stopped by while you were in the shower."

I frowned. "My friend?" I reached over and grabbed a skewer also, bringing it to my mouth and biting into the grilled tofu, red bell pepper and red onion. Fuck this was good.

Erasmo reached across me and added some hummus on his plate. "Yeah, some guy Gail or something."

My chewing slowed as he shot me a brief look. "I told him you were in the shower." He licked the hummus off his thumb.

Fuck why did that, jolt my body to life. It's that tongue. It's because I knew what that tongue did.

"Gail came?" I shrugged. "Oh...." Shit, shit, there was an atmosphere. Something was in the air. He wasn't looking at me but his shoulders seemed a bit tense.

"Yeah, he said he hopes you feel better." Erasmo added as he dug his baby carrot into the hummus and turned to me as he crunched down on it.

I nodded. "Aww that's nice. He's nice." Fuck, fuck....let it go. Play it off. "He probably tried to text me." I turned looking for where I'd put my phone.

"Probably." Erasmo remarked calmly.

I reached on the counter and grabbed my phone.

· Hey! I'm running errands and I'm close to your condo. I'll drop you that soup I promised 

· Hey Jaylen, I'm downstairs. Can you buzz me in?

· Hey Jay?

· Oh, nevermind, I'm in. See you in a few.

· Hey so...I met this guy at your place, said you were in the shower. You have a boyfriend?

· Jaylen?

· I mean it's cool. That's cool if you did, wish you'd told me.

I took a deep breath in my otherwise silent living room. I looked up to Erasmo watching me intently. He picked up his tofu skewer and bit into it. "You talking to somebody?" He asked nonchalantly.

I groaned. "Don't laugh."

He arched an eyebrow as he took another big bite of his skewer and chewed. Jesus it must be the period because how the fuck was I getting worked up over watching his mouth move? I mean he got extra points for being a closed mouth chewer but shit, he was chewing that so sexy. His lips looked so shiny.

"I hooked up with my uber driver."

"You what?" He coughed.

"I said don't laugh!" I turned back and put more potato fries on my plate and two in my mouth. "It just sort of happened."

Erasmo turned back around and chuckled as he reached over and put some baby carrots on my plate. "Was it good?"

I shrugged. "Yeah."

"Must have been if he came bearing soup."

I rolled my eyes at him and looked at the table. "Where's the soup?"

He shrugged.

I turned to him fully and he picked up his plate.

"In the fridge." He replied and at down at the end of the table. "Let's actually sit and eat."

I dipped my carrot into the hummus and sat across from him as I bit into it. That crunch was something else. I picked up my phone, half the baby carrot hanging from my mouth as I texted Gail.

· Hey sorry about that. I was in the shower. Thanks for the soup! I'll talk to you later.

I put my phone down and looked up to Erasmo leaning back in his seat and watching me.

"What?"

Erasmo simply shrugged and then got up. "You want wine?"

I nodded. "Please and thank you."

He made his way to my kitchen and opened the drawer to get a wine opener. Quietly he grabbed the wine and placed it in front of him as he started to open it. "I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend."

I chuckled. "Really? Why?"

He shrugged as he twisted the opener. "Surprised you're not married."

"Me?" I laughed and took a nice heaping scoop of my couscous salad. "Tell that to my exes."

Erasmo opened the wine bottle and slowly poured two glasses, left than halfway.

"Uh-uh...more..." I nodded at him.

He smirked and added more to my glass, he seemed to hesitate a bit before filling his up to the same amount.

"You?" I asked as casually as I could, even though I was brimming with curiosity.

"Me what?" He asked bring both our glasses. He slowly placed mine in front of me and went back to sit where he was before.

"Girlfriend?"

I expected a smart aleck response or a teasing reply. "No." was all he said before taking a sip of the wine and placing it down arms length away from him.

"I find that hard to believe." I chuckled.

He gave off a brief laugh. "Women get jealous."

"Everybody gets jealous." I replied.

"Younger women....get...more jealous." He stated carefully as he rubbed the stem of the wine glass before slowly lifting his eyes to me.

They were so green. I smiled. "Oh, so you like them old huh?" I chuckled. Whoo was I having a field day in my head especially since I was pretty sure my handsome guy right here had a bit of a...interesting kink it seemed.

"No, I like them sane."

I laughed.

"Saner than me." He replied and brought then wine glass back to his lips and this took a much longer drink.

I smiled and reached over to pick up another skewer.

"What about you?"

I looked up. "What about me what?" I asked biting into the delicious food. Damn, damn, damn...honestly shout out to chefs for real. They see these spices, then they make a thing and it's just an orgasm in your mouth.

Erasmo chuckled.

"What?"

He shook his head. "You're really enjoying the food."

I nodded. "I will take any food recommendation you ever give."

He licked his bottom lip and scratched briefly behind his ear. "What kind of guy are you into?"

I shook my head. "No preferences." Lies. I had preferences. I did. And beside his age, he fucking filled every single preference and that shit was not okay. And never will I let him know. It's not right for a guy to check all the boxes. Nope. That's how you knew they were going to fuck your life up.

"You have preferences." He whispered. "Everybody has preferences."

I shrugged and kept eating.

"Are you like into pot bellies and beards and stuff?"

Ouch. Was that a direct jab to Gail? I licked my bottom lip and rolled my eyes at him. "Maybe."

Erasmo brought his wine up to his lips and held my gaze.

"I like guys around my age or older." I replied honestly. "Usually they're more...stable or sane. Take your pick."

"Fair enough." Erasmo nodded.

"You're young." I added.

"I'm not that young." He countered.

I shrugged again. " 5 years younger, 15 years older." I grinned and finally grabbed my wine and drank. Shit Erasmo had good taste. I peered at the bottle he'd gotten so I could remember the name. "That's my rule of thumb."

He slowly put his wine glass down. "Fair enough." He repeated slowly.

I lifted my eyes to him. "Can you eat?" I asked him. "I'm tearing up all the food."

He grinned. "It's mostly for you. I had a postwork out smoothie."

I nodded. "Oh yeah, Craig buys me those after workouts and they are filling."

"Craig's 24."

"I know how old Craig is." I told him and sat back in my chair. I propped one leg up, my knee to my chest, so I could get in a comfortable position that would ease the slight spasm of pain. The medicine I took after the shower had not fully kicked in yet.

Oh...Ibuprofen and wine....oh well. Fuck it. I reached for my wine glass again and drank slowly. The dinner continuing in silence.

What was he thinking? And this conversation...it seemed intimate. We weren't supposed to talk about our private lives or anything right? That was one of the recommendation on the apps. If anything it showed that Erasmo didn't follow the rules. He did just what he wanted. Was that what he did with other dreamers?

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

He lifted his eyes. "I want to fuck you." He responded, dropping his hand under the table.

My mouth dropped open at his serious statement. The fact that he was holding my gaze and he hadn't even cracked a smile.

"Uhm....no?...." I replied. "I'm on my period...."

"You don't have sex on your period?" He asked.

"Uhm no...." I chuckled in surprise.

"It helps with the cramps." He responded, his eyes not wavering from me.

Jesus, he was making me horny. I could feel my nipples tightening.

"And if it's cause of the blood...I don't mind blood." He stated

I laughed awkwardly and brought my wine to my lips taking a big sip. "We're not having sex."

"I knew you were going to say no." He chuckled. "I felt it."

"Because!" I exclaimed laughing. "No...that's too...that's different."

"Whatever you're comfortable with." He grinned and stood up. "More wine?"

Oh fuck me, he had a boner straining against his navy slacks. My heart skipped as I lifted my almost empty wine glass to him. I couldn't even pretend that I wasn't staring at it.

"Up here." He replied.

I lifted my head.

He smirked. "Don't worry. I'll put it away."

I didn't say anything as he took my wine glass and moved to the kitchen. Him being horny was making my pussy clench. What part of the conversation had turned him on? Literally what part?

I looked to my kitchen to see he still hadn't poured more wine. He was watching me. His left hand out of view. But his gaze remained on me as he shifted as if adjusting himself. Erasmo brought the hand up and finally looked away from me as he took the glass and poured.

I hugged myself. Man he was....making my heart ache with need.

**

"Oh that was so good." I whispered adjusting my legs on his lap as he picked up the remote. "Is there a Part II?" I whispered as he went back to the Netflix screen.

He grinned. Using his left hand he reached below the covers briefly. I knew he was adjusting himself, because I felt his hand against my calf. But just as quickly he removed it and spread his legs wider, putting one arm on the back of the couch. "Oh look it's your lucky day." He said as he clicked on the title. "Part II."

"Play it...play it..play it....oh are you leaving? Do you have to go?"

He shook his head and brought his left hand back down over the covers to rest on my leg. "I don't have to go. I want to watch the next part."

I beamed and settled back on the couch, moving my legs slightly as I scooted to get more comfortable.

Without looking at me he gently pressed down on my leg in his lap.

I smiled and brought the covers up comfortably. Dinner was amazing. I had my ice-cream for dessert and I was filled with wine. The heating pad on my bike shorts was really doing the job today, or the medicine hit along with the wine. But honestly I was feeling in the zone. Were we really going to sit here for another 2 hour movie? I loved my life.

Erasmo patted my legs to indicate he was going to get up. "I'm gonna get us water."

"Noooo....I have more wine in that cabinet."

"Water." He smirked. "You need to stay hydrated."

"You need to stay hydrated." I imitated him poorly and smiled. He got up and sure enough, there was still a very defined tent in his pants. It had gone away during the movie hadn't it? At what point had it came back.

I was actually on my best behavior because I didn't want to make myself horny by turning him on. Besides my leg sprawled against his lap, I had done nothing else...well a couple movements here and there...but nothing else to have him so....erect.

Fuck, I wish I hadn't seen that. My bike shorts were already a little less dry than before.

What? The kissing and the two sex scenes in the movie were good. The actors had great chemistry.

"Water." He said handing me my glass. "And the rest of the wine."

"You're the best." I smiled up at him, my eyes feeling slightly weighted.

Erasmo smiled, back...his eyes drifiting slowly to my lips before he pulled back and went to sit on his side of the couch. Lifting my legs and the covers to sit back where he was before. He reached out and started the movie but my eyes were on him.

It was on him and the fact that his left hand had once more slipped inside the covers and I knew exactly where it was. Because I could feel the subtle movement of his hand underneath my leg.

Feeling thirsty for something other than water, I put my water on the coffee table and sat back up. Why was this the sexiest thing to happen?

Him trying to touch himself discreetly.

Erasmo exhaled loudly and removed his hand. He placed it on the covers and held my leg through them. Even through the covers, I could feel his hand was warm.

He slowly turned his head to me, catching me watching him.

"You okay?" I whispered.

He smiled. "Yeah. You?" His voice sounded a little deeper. A little more controlled as he pressed down on my leg and shifted his hip slightly.

I nodded. "I'm good."

He nodded back slowly, his gaze drifting from my eyes, to my mouth, down my neck and landing on my chest. It's like my nipples felt his pull as they tightened and strained against my sweater. His eyes lowered down the rest of my body disappearing under the covers until he stared at the spot where my legs were sprawled across him. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down my leg and leaned back some more, spreading his legs a little wider.

I bit down on my bottom lip as I rubbed my legs slightly.

Erasmo tore his eyes from the T.V and looked down at his lap. He licked his bottom lip but didn't do anything for a few seconds. But when he moved, he turned to look at me, his mouth parted as he pressed down on my leg, moving it slowly over his erection.

Holy....fuck. When Erasmo was horny , he was horny, horny. That look in his eyes. He didn't bother concealing it. He kept moving as his eyes slowly roamed over my body.

"You're missing the movie." I whispered.

"I can always watch it again." He replied not turning to the T.V. he licked his bottom lip. "I know you said no sex.....but I kiss you?"

I nodded. "You can most definitely kiss me."

He moved closer to me, my ass  now almost on his lap as my thighs were sprawled across him. His kisses were soft and slow. I moaned into them and closed my eyes as we kept kissing without urgency.

He cupped my neck and tilted it slightly as he placed kisses down my neck.

I moaned and he lifted his head back up to kiss me. The sound of our lips pressing together and slowly sucking, filled my living room. I moved my thigh against his lap.

Erasmo's hands trailed down my neck, creating sparks of need on my neck before cupping my left breast.

Good, he was a good kisser. A really good kisser. I jerked my hips, enjoying the feel of his mouth against mine.

He squeezed my breast, his thumb locating and flicking over my nipple gently.

Well I could touch too. I moaned as I reached and touched his chest. Slowly running my hand down his shirt and sliding up and down gently as his shirt lifted.

His tongue dug further into my mouth as we picked up the pace just a tad faster. His moans sounding louder in my ear as he kissed me with more intensity. His hand travelled down my body and rested between my thighs. His middle and ring finger slowly rubbing in circles.

I groaned and wrapped my free arm around his neck tightly as my hand travelled further down. I moved my thighs slightly so I could cup him and rub him.

Erasmo groaned and moved into my hand. He pulled at my lips and kissed me. Sucked on it an grazed his teeth. His fingers rubbing in the same tantalizing unhurried fashion, causing me to roll my hips with the motion. He pulled the center of my booty shorts to the side and ran his hand along the bike shorts.

I jolted slightly because it felt so good. And now with the bike shorts, the only material standing in between his fingers and my pussy, my wetness had leaked through. And I said leak because I was fucking wet as shit. (no worries, I know my cup wasn't leaking...it was that good wetness) and he must have thought so because he dug his fingers into my vagina with it. The spandex material , rubbing my insides through the pressure of his hand.

I moaned loudly and broke the kiss for air. Panting as I rotated my hips, squeezing his thickness in my own hands.

"I'm so horny." He whispered, his voice shaking slightly as his one hand gripped the back of my neck tightly as he dug further into my opening. He kissed me passionately. "And you're so wet." He moaned.

That I was. I could not lie.

"You're so wet." He whispered again. Breathing against my ear. His hand rose and he lifted the hem of my bike shorts and slid his hand in.

I grabbed it. "Wait..."

"You don't have a pad." He whispered. "I didn't feel it."

"I know."

"Tampon?"

I shook my head. "A cup."

He pressed his lips against me as he continued to slide his hands inside the shorts. "That's fine right. It's far enough up. I wont put my fingers in, if it makes you uncomfortable." He whispered as his fingers rubbed me.

"I just wanna rub your clit." He groaned as he continued. "I just want to feel it."

I moved against him and moaned as I unbuttoned him, pulled down the zipper and slipped my hands inside his warm briefs.

Erasmos' kisses intensified as I felt his fingers slide slowly through my folds. I lifted my hip. His middle and ring finger teased my entrance and I groaned against his kiss.

"You feel so good." He whispered.

His dick was so warm and hard as I squeezed him. How long has he had it? How long? I moved my wrist side to side and up and down.

Erasmo's pressed into my body, halfway climbing on me, on the couch. His teasing fingers slipped in a little dug a little more and more until I felt them graze the tip of the cup. I immediately grabbed his hand to stop him.

We stared at each other and he slowly retreated his hand. "Nothing you're uncomfortable with." He whispered.

"Just not today..."

"Of course." To my surprise he cupped my chin and kissed my lips softly. "I'm sorry."

Erasmo Marino somehow had me hooked, lined and sinkered. I pushed back on his body and climbed off the couch. Pulling the covers to the floor I knelt in front of him.

Neither of us hesitated as I lowered his slacks and briefs more and reached for him. Immediately closing my mouth over the warm head and sucking it sloppily. I released it and closed my eyes as I ran my tongue over the sensitive area with that line of skin.

"Mmmhhh...." Erasmo moaned as he lifted his shirt slightly up his abs to see my mouth. He panted as I slid him back inside my mouth. "You look sexy Jay. So sexy..." He whispered his thumb caressing my lip. "So fucking sexy..." his cupped my chin and proceeded to thrust carefully into my mouth. He put his index and pulled my cheek back. "I wanna cum inside your mouth." He whispered.

I moaned and closed my eyes, bobbing him faster.

"I want you to swallow me." He whispered, his hand sliding down to cup my throat as he jerked faster. My pussy pulsated as he cursed and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a long low groan.

I slobbered on his dick, drool dripping down my chin. I tried to take him further into my mouth but he was so thick. My mouth was stretched to it's capacity by the time I almost touched his balls. I couldn't quite get there.

I gagged and he groaned. I gasped, pulling him out and jerking him with my hand as I tried to catch my breath. Damn, I was beyond horny.

"Come here...come here." He whispered lifting me up to my feet. I smiled as he spread his legs even wider and grabbed my thigs, pulling me down on his lap to straddle him. My knees digging into the seat cushions. Our lips crashed together briefly before he pulled back and grabbed his shirt from behind and lifted it off. Casting it aside, he cupped my neck and brought me closer as I slide up and down against him. His dick pressed against his abs were perfectly... I moaned and lifted my hips to get a better angle.

He aided me as he spread my thighs wider, allowing my knees to dig into the back of the couch cushions as he grabbed my ass. Ramming me into him, allowing me to feel him exactly where I needed it. His length felt so hard and perfect against my trembling lips.

I gripped the back of the couch for support and leverage as I thrusted my hips into him slowly.

He one the other hand directed the thrusts up his body. His harsh moaning against my mouth caused tremors of pleasure to pass through me.

Out of air, we broke the kiss, but pressed our foreheads together as we continued on with our perfectly synched humping. Our panting heavier and heavier as I felt myself nearing my climax.

Fuck! I think I loved grinding even more than penetration.

Erasmo moved quickly, bringing me forward as he gripped the hem of my sweater. I quickly released the couch and put my hands up as he yanked it off me. Gripping the couch again, we resumed the same pace, our foreheads once more pressed together. His eyes looked down. Swallowing hard and licking his lips as he focused on my breasts bouncing.

I released one hand off the couch and grabbed my right breasts. I teasingly ran my finger over the erected nipple, before cupping it at the base and squeezing.

I moaned as I leaned forward and offered it to him. Erasmo opened his mouth as if waiting. I gasped leaning even more and putting my nipple in his mouth. "There you go." I whispered, simultaneously bringing his head lower.

We both wrapped out arms tighter around one another as he sucked my nipple desperately.

I held on to his head as I moved against him. Why did this feel so fucking good? Oh my God....please...

Erasmo bit my nipple and then twirled his tongue against it. That's it, that's all it took for me to clamp my mouth mouth shut, refusing to breathe lest I release an ugly sound. My pussy drenched shorts and underwear rubbed against him desperately.

"OOoooohhhh..." I gasped quietly as I pressed against him hard, my body trembling.

Erasmo let out a sound in the back of his throat as he gripped my hip. Releasing my nipple he pressed his face against my neck and panted loudly as he rammed into me in a couple quick jerks. He moaned and lowered his head. His face buried between my breasts as we both slowed down, still grinding against each other in an excruciatingly slow and pleasurable fashion.

After a couple seconds, my hold on him relaxed as I simply rested against him. Erasmo also loosened his arms but held me. His hands move slowly up and down my back.

Almost simultaneously, somehow managing to still be in synch, we pulled back slightly and looked down. His dick twitched beneath me, but he wasn't as hard as before, his sperm coating his abs and also my stomach.

He sighed and leaned his head back to look up at my ceiling as he held my waist. "That was nice." He whispered contently.

"I agree." I groaned.

He didn't move for a couple seconds and then groaned as he lifted his head back up as if it weighed a ton. To my surprise, he brought out bodies closer so I laid on him as he rested his back lazily against the couch. I could feel the wetness of his seed, against my stomach again but didn't care.

"How do you feel?" He whispered.

"Amazing." I closed my eyes.

He chuckled as one hand reached up and softly created circles on my back. We stayed in silence for an entire minute as the after effects of our humping settled through our body. Laying my head beneath his neck, I could feel his heartbeat. I smiled because I could easily match my own breathing to his.

"Jaylen?"

"Hummm?"

"You gotta put me back at number 1."

I chuckled sleepily and I heard his own soft laugh. His fingers now lightly running down my back.

"Jay...." His voice was much softer.

"Hummm..."

"Why'd you give me your nipple like that?" His whisper caused me to blink my eyes wider than they'd been.

I slowly lifted my head and put my hand on his chest as I met his gaze. "I thought you might like it." I admitted. Did he not----

"I did." His admission was a little more fragile than I expected.

We stared at each other for a good 10 seconds. His eyes searching my face.

He opened his mouth to speak. "I don't want to fuck my mom." His voice seemed so small and worried.

I blinked.

He swallowed hard. "Just in case....in case you thought------"

"Okay." I whispered, seeing the flush on his neck. Oh my god he was....embarrassed? I smiled. "Thank you for clarifying that."

He nodded. "But------" he trailed off as he held my back gently.

"If you say but after a sentence like that, you negate everything else you just said." I pointed at him cautiously.

He smiled warmly as he leaned into me. "But still tell me I'm a good boy." He whispered.

Was I----was I going to do...this? Fuck yes.

"You're a good boy." I grinned and cupped his face. "A very good boy." I brushed my nose against his.

"Mama likes." I teased.

It was just a split second of shock in those green eyes of his, before he grabbed my neck and slammed our mouths together. Kissing me with a loud groan.

**

"Oh..." I frowned, feeling the cramps start again. I reluctantly opened my eyes and yawned softly as I turned my head.

Erasmo's sleeping face was just inches from my neck. His lips parted slightly. I watched as he pressed his lips together and swallowed. Exhaling softly, his arm that I now felt on my waist pulled me closer to his body.

He was so cute. He was so freaking cute. Look...look how peaceful he looks sleeping. So fucking cute. It was too much. I couldn't stand it. I tapped his cheek. "Hey." I tapped it again. "Hey."

He frowned and moved his head back in a jerk. I stared as he slowly squinted and lifted his hand off me to rub his eye. His green eyes locked on me and I noticed the exact moment it dawned on him that he had actually slept over. He blinked several times and let out a soft chuckle. "Hey..." He slowly moved to sit up on the bed. The covers sliding down his bare chest.

I looked. His naked hip was exposed. He was naked. Did we? No we didn't....did we....no.....images of last night came back. No we didn't, but damn what we did do.

"I guess we fell----"

"Is today Tuesday?" Erasmo asked abruptly.

I nodded. "Yeah---"

"Fuck." He whispered under his breath and hurried off the bed. I watched as his naked butt walked over to the chair to get his clothes.

"Okay...." I whispered. At least it wasn't a strange morning after.

"I'm sorry...I gotta..I gotta go." He spoke urgently as he yanked his pants on and grabbed his shirt, also rushing it on. Which is why I think he's head got stuck for a second.

"Yeah, yeah sure...yeah it's fine. It's fine." I chuckled, waving at him that it wasn't a big deal.

I watched as he raked his hand through his hair. Before grabbing his socks and sitting down on the edge of the bed. His back to me. I took a deep breath as I watched him yank his socks on and quickly put on his shoes. I exhaled softly.

I'm sorry to say but he looked handsomely desheveled. I mean he looked like he literally just finished fucking. I bit back my smile.

He shot off the bed and tapped himself looking for what I was sure were his car keys and phone.

"Kitchen table." I helped him out.

"Right." He answered and finally looked up at me. "Call me if you need anything okay."

I gave him a thumbs and just like that he rushed out of me bedroom.

I heard him curse again in the living room.

"Hey! I overslept, I'm on my way...I'm sorry, I didn't see the messages. I'm coming now."

I groaned and hugged my stomach. "Okay...I need pills."