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A Sense of Betrayal	By : white-tiger Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rasmus Views: 926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rasmus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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2. The Taste of Desire
I strum my guitar getting lost in the music. Despite everything that's happened I'm grateful that it wasn't my hearing I lost or use of my hands. The music surrounds me like a wave of colours enveloping me almost like I can feel the music. It took a while before I became comfortable playing my guitar again, before I even wanted to play it again. It was hard at first and took more than a few bum chords until it came easily. If anything I actually think it's improved my playing as I no longer have the option of looking to see if my hands are in the right place, now they just automatically find it.
I'm still thinking about what Pauli said earlier wondering why Aki didn't tell me. I know the easiest way to find out is to ask him but what if there's a reason he didn't tell me, what if he knows something. I can't help but think the worst about what happened that night. Did Eero do something to me, say something to me? It would explain his absence. Or is it simply that he knows something that he wouldn't be able to hide from me if he saw me or spoke to me. I just don't know any more.
“That sounds good,” I hear Aki say making me jump.
I was so lost in the music I didn't hear him.
“Is it new?” he asks.
I feel the sofa dip as he sits down.
“No,” I sigh shaking my head.
It feels like I've lost my creativity along with my sight, usually I’m bursting with ideas but now there's nothing.
“Maybe we should have a jam,” he says enthusiastically, “while Pauli's in town.”
“What's the point,” I sigh, “it won't be the same without a bass player.”
I hear him sigh as I strum my guitar once more before realising I've lost all interest in playing now.
“I wish I knew why he was avoiding me,” I say sadly, “I always thought he was the one person in the world I could count on.”
I hear him sigh again as I move my guitar. I stand up carefully and walk across the room putting my guitar back in it's stand.
“Where are you going?” he asks as I start walking out the room.
“Toilet,” I say as I continue walking.
I close the bathroom door and lock it, walking over to the toilet with my hand out. I find the toilet lid and lift it, the lid always has to be down just in case I drop something or trip. I don't fancy the idea of ending up with my hand down the toilet. I open my trousers and pull them down along with my boxers before turning around, feeling for the seat before I sit down. I tried peeing standing up once and thought I managed it quite well until I heard Aki cursing quietly and then proceeding to spend the next 10 minutes scrubbing what sounded like the toilet, floor and walls. After that he kindly suggested that it would be better if I sat down in future.
I start peeing with a sigh knowing I should ask him but there's something holding me back. I don't know what it is just something in the back of my mind telling me to leave it alone. I need to stop thinking about it as it's beginning to give me a headache. It's something I've been suffering from since the accident. Most of the time I'm fine but then suddenly without warning it feels like I'm being stabbed in the head. The headaches are the worst thing about it all, even worse than the blindness when they come. I finish peeing and stand up, carefully pulling up my trousers before buttoning them up. I've learnt my lesson with zips. I put the seat down and find the button before pressing it, hearing the toilet flush.
I feel for the sink and wash my hands splashing some cold water on my face. I walk back towards the door and feel myself start shaking, I know it's coming now. I quickly try to unlock the door, struggling in my panic. I manage to unlock it and barely open the door before falling against the door frame.
“Aki,” I say as loudly as I can without my head exploding.
“What?” he shouts back, “I'm not helping if you've got everything in a tangle again.”
I groan loudly almost collapsing. I feel like I’m going to pass out or vomit and then pass out before my head explodes. I barely hear him running towards me and jump as his hands grab me.
“It's OK,” he says gently as he holds me tightly, “is it another one?”
I hold my head and nod.
“Let's get you to bed,” he whispers.
I fall against him unable to walk any more as he somehow manages to get me into the bedroom.
“On to the bed,” he says quickly.
I almost collapse as he lays me down carefully. I glad he's stronger than he looks. He rolls me onto my back as I feel everything spinning. A wave of nausea washes over me again as I feel him opening my trousers, carefully shuffling them down before pulling them off.
“I'll be quick,” he whispers as I lay there.
I hear him rushing off wishing to myself that I could die as the pain rips through me. I let out a quiet whimper, anything louder sounds likes a fog horn.
“I'm back,” he whispers suddenly next to me.
I whimper again as the tears begin to run down my cheek.
“I know,” he says gently as he strokes my face, “there's a bucket next to you, just lean over the bed if you're going to be sick.”
I sob quietly as he covers me up. I hear him walk around to the other side of the bed and feel him climb onto it.
“Roll onto your side,” he whispers.
I let out another whimper.
“OK,” he whispers.
I feel his hands on my shoulder and hip pushing me. I lean over trying to help him as he rolls me onto my side.
“Ready?” he asks.
I give a small nod, gasping as I suddenly feel something cold at the bottom of my neck. It hurts for a second before it starts almost melting away some of the pain.
“Better?” he asks.
I nod giving a small moan.
We've tried just about everything that he's looked up on the internet. Some things made it worse, some helped but this is the best we've come up with so far. I feel myself starting to relax slightly.
“Get some sleep,” he whispers.
I feel him start rubbing my back gently. A cold compress helps the pain but I think it's the comfort of him that helps me relax. Somehow the gentle motion sends me straight to sleep. I know when I wake up I’ll be feeling better again. Sleep always helps it, I think it's like pressing a reset button on my brain, wiping away whatever it was that causes it. Sometimes I wonder if the migraines are psychological, just like the blindness, scaring me away from getting close to remembering something. I sigh deeply as I feel myself begin to drift away hearing Aki behind me gently whispering comforting words.
I wake up slowly feeling my normal self again and sigh happily. I listen for Aki breathing nearby but can't hear him. I reach over for my phone and move my finger across the screen listening as it tells me the time. It's nearly 5 so I work out that I must of slept for about 2 hours.
“How are you feeling?” I hear his voice ask from across the room.
“Better,” I whisper not moving.
Even though I wake up feeling better I've learnt that moving too soon can cause the headache to come back.
“Good,” he says gently as I hear him walking across the room.
I feel him climb on the bed behind me and gently stroke my back again.
“I'll make some food soon,” he says quietly.
“Thanks,” I whisper.
I reach out finding the glass of water that Aki always puts next to the bed when I'm sleeping off a migraine. I manage to get the straw into my mouth so I can drink without having to sit up. I won't move until I've drank the glass.
“Anything you're craving?” he asks.
“Spaghetti bolognese,” I say instantly.
It's weird because I usually always wake up from a migraine starving hungry and craving something. I don't know where it comes from or why but I know I have to have that food. Aki's been so amazing dealing with my migraines, doing everything automatically without me even needing to ask and always doing his best to make what I want. I know one day I’ll have to try and learn to cook again and I know there will always be things I do need help with. I don't know how I’ll cope when I’m completely on my own but I know Aki won't and can't stay without me forever.
“OK,” he says.
I can tell he's smiling.
“At least it's better than the time with the cabbage,” he chuckles.
I can feel myself blush remembering it. Once I'd woke up craving cabbage for some reason which Aki cooked for me making the whole apartment smell for 3 days. Even worse than that though was that the cabbage had given me really bad wind, so bad that Aki ended up sleeping on the sofa for 2 days.
“I did apologise for that,” I say quietly.
“I know,” he laughs, “I know you can't help it.”
He continues stroking my back causing me to fidget slightly.
“Is everything OK?” he asks.
There's something I've never told him, that I always wake up after a migraine extremely horny and always hard. His hands on me aren't helping matters.
“Yeah,” I mumble, “I'm just thinking about food now.”
He laughs quietly.
“How about I go and start cooking then?” he asks.
“OK,” I smile, “I'm going to stay here for a bit longer and then jump in the shower.”
“If you need me,” he says, “just shout.”
“OK,” I say feeling him climb off the bed.
I listen as he walks out of the room and into the kitchen. I find the straw again with my mouth and drink some more water. I want to touch myself so badly but I can't be sure that he's not watching, even though my hearing is super sensitive sometimes and above average at all other times he can still occasionally sneak up and surprise me.
I continue drinking my water until it's all gone and put the glass back on the side. I take deep breath before rolling onto my back. I can hear Aki in the kitchen so I know he's not going to walk in and discover how hard I am. I slowly sit up waiting to see if there's any dizziness or nausea still lurking. It only takes about a minute for me to realise that I’m back to normal again, or as near normal as I am these days. I pull back the blanket remembering Aki said there was a bucket next to the bed. I feel for it with my feet before pushing it away and standing up. I know if he sees me now my excitement will be obvious so I try to pull my t-shirt down slightly at the front and walk as quickly as I can towards the bathroom.
As I lock the door behind me I don't know whether I managed to get here without being seen. I could hear noises in the kitchen so I’m hoping he didn't look out into the hallway as I walked past. I quickly pull my clothes off before turning on the water and standing underneath it. It doesn't take me long pleasure myself, one of the only pleasures I seem to have left these days.
I sit on the sofa with Aki next to me as I listen to some film he wanted to watch. I hardly put the tv on these days, it seems like there's no point. My stomach is nicely full from the dinner he cooked, he's actually a pretty good cook even though he denies it.
“Aki,” I say quietly.
“What?” he asks.
“I want to say thank you for being here,” I smile, “for everything. For listening, for putting up with my tantrums, for helping me, cooking for me on demand.”
He laughs.
“You're welcome,” he says.
“I really mean it,” I say sincerely, “you've been more than just a good friend to me.”
I reach over trying to find his hand but instead manage to land mine straight in his crotch. Whoops, I guess there are some advantages to being blind then.
“Sorry,” I say blushing as I pull my hand away quickly, “I was looking for your hand.”
I jump as he takes my hand in his and squeezes it.
“I know,” he says.
I can tell he's smiling.
“I always thought Eero was a good friend as well,” I sigh, “I thought I could rely on him for anything.”
He squeezes my hand again.
“I wish I knew why he was avoiding me,” I sigh, “maybe I said something to upset him but we've argued before and not spoken just never for this long.”
I hear him sigh.
“Tell me again what happened that night,” I say wondering if he'll mention that I was running away from the hotel.
“You've heard what happened,” he says.
“I know,” I sigh, “but I want to hear it again, I need to make some sense out of it. Maybe there's something I've missed.”
He sighs again.
“Please,” I beg quietly.
“OK,” he sighs again, “I don't know much cause I was sleeping just that you ran out in front of the car and it hit you.”
“But why?” I ask.
“I don't know,” he sighs.
There's something in his voice that I can't place, something evasive.
“Tell me everything,” I beg, “everything you know, everything everyone's told you.”
“I really don't know that much,” he says, “just that you went drinking with Pauli and then decided to come back early when Pauli went off with some fans. Next thing I know is that you were in hospital after being hit by the car.”
“What were you doing?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I mean how did you find out, who told you?” I say.
“I can't remember,” he says quietly, “it all happened so fast, it was so crazy.”
I bite my lip knowing that if someone told me something like that I would remember every single second of it.
“You must remember if you were asleep or not,” I say, “if someone woke you up, if it was someone you know or someone else.”
“This probably isn't doing you any good to think about it all,” he says gently.
“What else am I supposed to do?” I ask, “what if something happened that night and not remembering it is the reason I’m still blind?”
“I wish I could help,” he sighs.
I know now he's not going to tell me, maybe he thinks it's not important or maybe there's another reason. There's only one way I'm going to find out.
“Pauli said I was running away from the hotel,” I say, “did I come back to the room?”
I hear him catch his breath.
“I didn't hear you,” he says eventually.
I can't tell if he's lying or not as I rub my head feeling it tighten again.
“You're going to give yourself another migraine,” he says gently.
I sigh deeply.
“You're alive and healthy,” he says, “and apart from the blindness there's no permanent damage. You should concentrate on the future, not worry about the past.”
“I'm blind,” I sigh, “I don't have a future.”
“Don't say that,” he says gently.
“It's true,” I sigh again, “it's taken me 4 months to learn how to pour a cup of coffee by myself. How the hell am I going to cook or shop or meet someone. I can't even go out by myself and I can't expect you to stay with me forever, you've already put your life on hold for the past 4 months and done more for me than I could ever ask.”
“I'll stay for as long as you need me,” he says gently.
I shake my head.
“I can't ask you to do that,” I say, “you've got your own life to live and it'll be worse if both our lives get wasted because I was stupid enough to run in front of a car.”
“I wouldn't be wasting my life,” he says.
“You would,” I sigh, “spending your life taking care of me.”
I hear him fidgeting next to me.
“What if I wanted to?” he asks.
“Why would you want to?” I ask with a sigh.
I feel him reach over and take my hand again, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Because we're friends,” he says gently.
“Even friendship has it limits,” I sigh.
He pulls my hand towards him until I suddenly feel something hot in my hand. It's only when he wraps his hand around mine that I realise it's him, his dick. And he's hard.
“Aki,” I question nervously as I try to pull my hand away.
He holds my hand tighter and moves it slightly so that I’m stroking him. I hear him moan and that's all it takes. I’m hard, instantly, like someone pressed the button on a jack in the box except there's no clown in my pants.
“What...” I start to ask but stop as he shushes me.
I continue moving my hand, stroking him slowly as I feel him. I feel my heart flutter as I realise I’m touching him, his dick, his hot hard solid dick in my hand. I wish more than anything at this moment that I could see so I could see the look on his face, memorise every part of his dick. He's actually bigger than I thought he'd be I mean I've seen him naked before, spending so much time together on a tour bus, in dressing rooms and hotel rooms there's not much room for privacy. I reach over with my other hand and feel him properly, touching every part of him so I can draw a mental picture in my mind. He moans again as he moves his hand allowing me free access. I reach down and cup his balls, they're quite small but perfectly round and soft. I give them a gentle squeeze as I continue exploring him with my other hand running my thumb up his length and over his head feeling a hot sticky drop of pre cum escaping. I desperately want to taste him but don't want him to freak out. I still don't even know why he's letting me touch him, is this something he really wants? After all this time? Or is he just really horny and wants to throw me a pity party?
I start stroking him harder as he moans slightly louder, thrusting his hips up into my hand. I can just imagine how he looks, his head thrown back with his eyes closed, his lips slightly apart, just the thought of him and I can feel myself start leaking. I lean forward, my tongue out feeling for him until suddenly I can taste him. He tastes good as I hear him gasp. I start exploring him with my tongue feeling all the parts I missed with my fingers. I can hear him moan again as I take him into my mouth and suck hard. If I’m only ever going to get this chance with him then I’m going to make the most of it, something to think about when I’m spending the rest of my life alone.
I don't know if it's because it's him I’m sucking or because all my other senses are heightened but sucking him feels amazing. It's not just about making him come, it's about exploring him, the feel of him, the taste of him. I feel him leak even more as I run my tongue over his swollen head before teasing his slit with the end of my tongue. He moans loudly before resting his hand on my head.
“Stop,” he says suddenly.
As much as I don't want to I manage to pull myself away from him.
“Sorry,” I say quickly, “I didn't mean...”
“It's OK,” he says gently, “you're actually pretty damn amazing at that.”
I smile feeling myself blush as I give him a small awkward stroke, wondering whether to move my hand or not. He reaches down and grabs my hands moving them. I guess he's satisfied his curiosity now then.
“I don't want it to be over too soon,” he says, “and I don't want to be the only one having all the fun.”
“You're not...” I start but stop as he shushes me again.
I feel his finger on my lips before his hand runs downwards. I catch my breath as he runs his hand over my crotch, squeezing my own solid dick. He rubs me through my trousers before slipping his hand into the waistband of my jogging bottoms. I gasp again as he slips his hand into my boxers and around me.
“Jesus you're huge,” he gasps quietly.
I can feel myself blush before moaning as he starts stroking me. I want to grab his hand to make him stroke me hard and fast because despite the fact that I only came about an hour ago I know it won't take me long. I feel him reach over with his other hand as he moves my jogging bottoms pulling me out into the open. I can feel the air surrounding me feeling almost cold compared to the hotness of my dick.
“So big,” I hear him mumble as he continues stroking me.
“Not that big,” I shrug trying to keep my voice normal.
“You're just modest,” he says.
I bite my lip again as he continues stroking me feeling him shifting next to me. I gasp loudly as I feel his hot breath on me and almost jump off the sofa as his tongue licks me. I never expected him to suck me. I've been with guys before that are just curious and it's a very slow process, usually they never want to suck you or let you fuck them, almost like they still have the idea in their mind that they're the dominant one and you're the 'woman'.
As he takes me into his mouth I have to fight every single desire I have not to come and every urge to thrust into his mouth. He quickly begins sucking me hard and fast, gagging slightly as he struggles to fit of much of me as he can in his mouth. For someone who's never given head before he's managing it very well. I moan loudly unable to stop myself and feel myself leaking profusely. I expect him to freak out when he tastes me but instead he licks it up and swallows it. I know I'm going to come soon and don't want to surprise him.
“I'm close,” I whisper huskily.
He quickly pulls his mouth away causing me to groan in disappointment and grabs my hand as I automatically reach for myself.
“No,” he whispers, his mouth close to my ear.
I shudder and feel myself leak again, sighing sadly knowing how close he is to me and wishing I could see him, look into those beautiful blue eyes of his.
“What's wrong?” he asks, “I thought this was what you wanted.”
“Is that the only reason you're doing it?” I ask.
“Of course not,” he says defensively
“Then why are you?” I ask curiously.
“Because I want to,” he says taking my hand and squeezing it, “so why is it making you sad?”
“It's not,” I say quickly, “it's just that I wish I could remember what happened so that maybe my sight will come back and then I can see you again.”
I reach over and find him again, giving him a small stroke.
“I miss your face,” I whisper, “and I wish I could see how beautiful you look naked and hard. This feels amazing and tastes like heaven but it's not the same as seeing it.”
“It's probably good that you can't see it,” he sighs, “it's certainly not as impressive as yours.”
I shake my head quickly.
“It's better,” I whisper, “because it's part of you.”
I continue stroking him slowly, twisting my hand each time. He moans loudly before grabbing my hand again and moving it. I hear him moving again before it suddenly goes quiet as he turns the film off.
“Come on,” he says grabbing my hand, “let's go and get comfortable.”
I let him pull me to my feet, feeling self conscious that my dick is still hanging out my trousers and pull them up again. I hear him laugh as he pulls me slowly across the room.
“They're coming off in a minute,” he says.
I smile and blush slightly, I feel so shy with him maybe it's because I've dreamed of this so many times that I’m scared now it won't be as good. Or I won't be as good.
I feel him lead me into the bedroom and hear him turn the lamp on. I stand there nervously not knowing what to do, hearing him walk closer to me. I reach out and feel my hand on his chest slowly moving it down to grasp him again.
“Let's get these off,” he whispers.
I feel him moving as he pulls his clothes off before reaching over and pulling my trousers and boxers down. I can feel myself blushing as he pulls my top off suddenly feeling very vulnerable and naked. I reach my hands out again resting them on his chest, his bare skin feeling hot and soft underneath my fingertips. I move one hand up gliding over his skin before cupping his face and leaning forward.
“Let's get into bed,” he says quietly pulling back.
“OK,” I sigh.
He pulls me towards the bed before stopping.
“It's just in front of you,” he says.
I hear him climb onto it and shuffle across it. I reach out and bend over slightly feeling for it. I carefully climb onto it before laying down and reaching over for him, jumping as I feel his fingers on my chest. I moan as he runs his hand over my chest slipping it down until he's stroking me again. I reach out and touch him as he moves to lay down next to me. I want to feel every part of his skin, to smell him and taste him. I feel myself leak again as I roll onto my side and pull him against me, thrusting against him. I find his face again and lean forward to kiss him but miss as he moans loudly and tilts his head back. I rest my lips against his neck kissing him hard and licking over his skin as he thrusts back against me just as hard.
I need to feel more of him as I roll him onto his back slowly moving my mouth down. I use my hands and my mouth to feel over his chest, his soft sparse chest hair feeling so erotic under my touch. I find his nipple and suck it hard hearing him moaning and panting. I continue downwards exploring him until I take him back into my mouth again, sucking hard.
“Jesus,” he moans running his hand through my hair.
I take his balls into my mouth sucking them hard and pulling on them slightly.
“Christ Lauri,” he groans thrusting himself up.
I smile as I move back up again licking up his length on the way. I lay over him and begin thrusting hard against him, my lips kissing hard over his neck before moving up again. I kiss his cheek before brushing my lips over his, he moans loudly again before grabbing me and flipping me onto my back as he thrusts against me. The sudden movement makes me dizzy for a moment and slightly disorientated.
“My turn,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck hard.
He thrusts against me hard and fast as I grab his back and pull him closer. I can feel myself getting close.
“Aki,” I moan.
“What?” he pants.
I bite my lip nervously suddenly feeling shy again.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I blurt.
He stops moving and I can feel him looking down at me.
“Do you want me to?” he asks.
I blush deeply and nod. I hear him sigh but he doesn't say anything maybe I shouldn't of asked him.
“You don't have to,” I say quickly, “if you don't want to. I just...”
“I want to,” he says quietly, “it's just that I've never...you know before.”
“There's a lot of things you've done tonight that you've never done before,” I give him a small smile.
He lets out a quiet chuckle that doesn't quite sound right.
“I just don't want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“It's OK,” I sigh, “it was just an idea.”
I turn my head away not wanting him to see the sadness on my face. I jump feeling him kiss my neck.
“I said I want to,” he whispers in my ear.
I moan loudly.
“Really?” I ask.
“Really,” he whispers.
I grin widely and kiss over his cheek before finding his lips. I kiss him hard feeling him hesitate before kissing me back, his tongue brushing against mine. I moan into his mouth as I thrust up against him. He moves his mouth again kissing over my neck.
“There's some lube in the second drawer down,” I whisper.
He lifts his weight off me as I hear the drawer open and him rummaging around before it closes again.
“Do you want to...” he starts to ask.
I smile and nod as I hold my hand out.
“You'll have to move,” I say feeling the bottle in my hand.
He moves off of me as I flip the lid open trying to squeeze some into the palm of my hand. I know instantly that I've got too much and hold the bottle out for him to take before it goes everywhere. I lube my fingers up and lift my legs reaching around for my entrance. I can almost feel him watching me as I slip 2 fingers inside myself. I lube myself up and stretch myself, it's been almost 2 years since I had someone inside me.
“You'll need some too,” I say, “make sure you're pretty generous with it, it's been a while since...”
“OK,” he says.
I can hear him start stroking himself next to me, the sound causing me to leak again.
“How do you want me?” I ask.
“I don't know,” he says quietly.
“How about me on all fours?” I suggest, “it's not like I'm going to get to see your face anyway plus you'll be in control which is easier for your first time and you can fuck me properly.”
“OK,” he says.
I smile as I pull my fingers out and turn over tucking my knees underneath me. The bed moves slightly as he shuffles on his knees behind me. I spread my legs wider and stick my bum out, jumping as his hand touches me. I know he's looking as he's so quiet.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
I can feel him pull my cheeks apart before he touches me. I can't believe I’m going to have him inside me, that he's going to fuck me, come inside me. My dick starts throbbing almost painfully, aching to be touched.
“Hurry up,” I say in a strangled voice.
I feel him start to push, struggling to get inside me as he slips away each time.
“Hold it steady and then push hard,” I say, “like a thrust but not too hard.”
I can feel his hand against my bum as he lines up again pushing gently before thrusting extra hard.
“Shit,” I groan feeling the sting around my body.
“Sorry,” he moans as he pushes in deeper.
He doesn't give me time to adjust as he continues to push until he's pressed against me buried deep inside me.
“Give me a second,” I pant.
He holds himself still and I can feel him throbbing inside me. Oh my god he's inside me. The thing I've dreamt about so many times. The pleasure quickly overtakes the pain as I squeeze around him hearing him gasp.
“Now fuck me,” I moan.
He starts moving slowly as if unsure of himself.
“Jesus this feels good,” he moans.
“You're telling me,” I moan.
I push back against him encouraging him to speed up, I need him hard and fast because I’m not going to last long. I can imagine him looking down, watching his dick slowly sliding into me before pulling back out again. I lean up on my arms reaching underneath myself to stroke myself.
“I'm not going to last long,” I pant stroking myself faster.
He speeds up and leans over me, thrusting deeper as he gets into a rhythm.
“That's it,” I moan.
“So fucking good,” he pants.
I feel his hand on mine as I reluctantly move mine out the way. He grips me tightly and begins stroking me hard and fast, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I push back hard against him panting deeply as the moans continuously escape from my mouth. He leans over me further, his breath blowing against my neck. As much as I don't want it to stop I know I’m coming very soon. I never come from being fucked even if someone's stroking me at the same time. The random thought passes through my head that I’m going to come all over the bed before it quickly disappears. At this precise moment I honestly don't care.
“I'm coming,” I manage to squeak.
I let out a loud moan as I tense hard, my muscles forcing the cum out of my balls. I feel him push in deeply giving small hard thrusts as he lets out a moan of his own. My orgasm starts to wane as I pant breathlessly feeling him kiss my neck and shoulder hard. He pushes in hard and I can feel him shudder, groaning deeply into my ear as he continues to thrust. He's filling me up, deep inside, I can almost feel each shot, the heat and the force of it. He let's out a small whimper before becoming still, both of us breathless and exhausted.
“You're amazing,” I whisper, “better than I dreamt.”
“You dreamt about me?” he asks playfully.
I feel myself blush deeply.
“So did you enjoy it?” I ask changing the subject.
I know what his answer will be, he's a man and he just got laid of course he enjoyed it.
“God yes,” he moans breathlessly still, “that was so much better than I ever thought it would be.”
I feel him soften and fall out of me, hearing him collapse onto his back next to me.
“I think I've made a bit of a mess on the bed,” I smile.
I move to the side slightly, trying to avoid the cum but trying not to fall out of bed at the same time. I lay on my back waiting for a moment before realising I'm not laying in it.
“I'll clean it up,” he says with a smile in his voice.
“Thanks,” I say closing my eyes.
I hear him sit up and stretch.
“Wait a minute,” I say quickly sitting back up as well.
“What?” he asks.
I reach out feeling for him, my hand finding his chest before running it upto his face. I hold it gently before leaning forward. I can feel him pull away slightly before I quickly brush my lips against his. I kiss him lovingly feeling him hesitate again before kissing me back deeply. So warm, gentle and tender as my tongue brushes against his. I keep expecting him to pull away but this time he doesn't.
“Thank you,” I whisper resting my forehead against his.
He doesn't reply but simply strokes my cheek and brushes his lips against mine again. I smile as I hear him climbing out of bed and lay back down. He's hardly out of the room before I fall asleep with a smile on my face and the taste of him still on my lips.
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A Sense of Betrayal