Unicorn Hair

Up in my room everything just seems so much more awkward. I still have no idea of what I should say or do. Maybe I just need to act like I’m doing my job, because he’s paying and…

“Look, I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have walked out and leave you, but…”

Is he apologizing to me? Well, I didn’t expect to hear that, but I guess it’s good. Now, I don’t need to do that, I just need to say that it’s okay and we’ll be good again, right?

“Did Mark talk to you?” from all the bad things you could’ve said, you choose this! You really are idiot, Alex!

“Amm…yeah, but…I would’ve came here anyway,” he smiles the smile that I missed so much.

“It took you a while to do that,” I scoff. You really can’t act normal around him, can you?

“You know pretty well by yourself that there’s a long line of horny men waiting for you, so it is hard to get in this room and I can say that getting past that line is easier than to get past Arnold. That man is Satan by himself!”

“What?” laugh escapes my mouth.

“Well, I guess he heard our fight that day and he didn’t even want me in this House not even talking about signing up and taking three hours.”

“May I ask how you did it then?” I walk over to him and purr in his ear. I’m not sure what got into me, but I just missed him so much.

“I paid double plus three hundreds for these fifteen minutes before 3pm.”

“What? He took three hundreds for fifteen minutes?”

“Mhm,” he tries to lean closer, but I pull away and sit down on my bed.

“I’m gonna need to have a talk with him. And with you. You really paid him that much to get in this room?”

“I’ve been coming to bar for the past three days, but you were never there so that was my only chance to get to you,” he walks to bed, where I’m sitting and takes my face in his hands, “and don’t try to reject me now. I’m paying for you,” he smirks before crashing his lips on mine.

I pull him down with me, his body pressing against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. He bites down on my bottom lip and a moan, I haven’t heard ever before, leaves my mouth. He moves to my jaw and down to my neck, his leg between mine, giving me little friction, but not enough.

“Jack?”

“Mhm?” his lips never leaving my skin.

“You can do whatever you want.”

He looks up at me with puzzled look,

“You mean, like…I’m in charge?”

“Yeah,” I grind up against his leg and throw my head back in pillow. It feels so good.

“Well then, let’s make you live through torture you put us all through,” dirty smirk over his lips. He looks so hot like that. I don’t even know why. Just that spark in his eyes, his kissable lip and his hair, which, I might say, looks even better than usual.

He pulls me up in sitting position, kissing me roughly and biting down every so often. I feel his cold fingers sneaking under my shirt and up my back. I squirm and try to get away from his cold fingers, but that only brings me closer to his warm body.

“Shhh…get this thing off,” he whispers against my lips, before pulling away and helping me to take my shirt off. He takes his shirt off too and throws it away with mine. His hands on my shoulders, lips on my neck and feel like falling, but then I realize that Jack’s just lying us down, his legs either side of my body. I’m not used to be submissive one, but I can try for Jack.

His lips travel down my neck to my chest, biting and licking my sensitive skin. Every inch of my body feels like on fire, my hips bucking up to get some kind of friction, but Jack pulls away every time when he feels me coming up. Whine mixed up with growl leaves my mouth and Jack’s lips leaves my skin and he sits up.

“You’re impatient today,” he smirks grinding down and enjoying moan that comes from me, “where do you keep your ties?” his breath hot against my skin. I don’t even register what he’s saying at first.

“First drawer, there’s some,” I breath out when he moves down to my chest and runs his tongue over my nipple, low groan leaving my mouth.

As fast as this tingling feeling came it was gone and Jack was getting up and leaving me wanting more. I follow him with my eyes and see him opening first drawer as I said and taking one of my ties. He turns around and meets my eyes with grin on his face,

“Remember how you tied me to your bed the first time I came here? Let’s see if you like it,” he gets back to bed and straddles me with his legs. He leans down to kiss me, his tongue running along my lips, his teeth lightly biting down. What I didn’t feel was his fingers running down my hands, locking my wrists and pulling my hands above my head.

My eyes shut open when I feel silky fabric against my skin. That’s not Jack anymore! I break kiss and look at my hands beautifully tied to bed.

“You cheeky bastard!” I mutter, looking back to his face and see him grinning at me.

“Don’t say that you don’t like it,” he smirks positioning himself lower on my legs, his long finger running down my chest to my waistband. My breath stuck in my throat as I watch him. His eyes never leaving mine as he unbuttons my pants and starts to take them off way too slowly.

When my pants are finally on floor he leans down dangerously close to my dick and blows air on it, sending shivers through my whole body. Another whine from me when he doesn’t even touch me, but starts pressing light kisses on my tights, so close to where I would like his lips to be.

When his hand finally finds its way to my aching dick, long moan fills room. Jack moves his lips up my tights, not touching my dick, pressing few light kisses to my hipbones and up my chest to press his lips against mine in passionate kiss. Our tongues dancing together, there’s no fighting for dominance, because I know that Jack would win this time, anyways.

His fingers stroking me so lightly that I’m not even sure if they’re there.

“Just a bit more,” I breathe in his mouth.

“Do you oblige to your clients?” he chuckles. I roll my eyes at his question. We both know the answer too well, “That’s what I thought,” he runs his finger over my slit and I buck my hips in his hand.

He sits up, his fingers still around my dick, but he’s not moving them, just holding. I look at him confused, but soon he answers my silent question by pushing three finger in my mouth,

“You know what to do,” he whispers, looking at me with so intense look.

I start to suck on his fingers, covering each of them with saliva. He starts stroking me again and I moan around his fingers, while looking at Jack. Looks like he’s enjoying what he sees.

“How can you do this every day?” his voice low and raspy.

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and some of the saliva from his fingers stretches over my chin.

“Eewww, get it off, get if off!!!” I whine.

“Stop it! You’re ruining the moment,” he laughs, leaning down and pressing his lips to my chin, soon followed by his tongue, licking up every last bit of saliva.

I didn’t feel him changing his sitting position and I didn’t feel his weight changing above me, but what I did feel was his finger pressing in me. His lips leaving my chin and connecting with mine, while he pushes in another finger and stretches me.

“You have no idea how hot you look like that,” he says, breaking our kiss and looking down at me, while pushing in his third finger and curling them in search for my special spot, “come on, I want to hear you scream,” and there it is and god, it feels too good to be real.

“Fuck, Jack!” I try to move closer to his hand, hoping to get more of this amazing feeling from his fingers, but those goddamn hands don’t let me move and I wrap my fingers around tie. He moves his fingers painfully slow, brushing them against my prostate just so much to drive me crazy.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying it,” he smirks at me, while I try to fuck myself with his fingers.

“Just…more…please….” I breathe out with closed eyes.

His fingers leave me and he gets up from bed.

“The fuck you’re doing!” I almost yell at him.

“I need to get these off,” he laughs at me and points finger to his pants. Right, he didn’t take them off. He pulls them off as fast as he can and gets back in bed, too slow, if I can say that.

I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. Apparently he wasn’t ready for that and he almost loses his balance and falls on me. I use the opportunity of him being so close and catch his bottom lip between my teeth. A whine, that turns me on even more, leaves his mouth. If he’s not going to do something, I think I’ll explode.

Chaste kiss and I feel him slowly pushing in. Moans and grunts from both of us fill my room. His dark hairs are falling over his beautiful eyes, his lips parted and swollen. I could get used to that look. He pulls out before pushing back in with more force than first time and hitting that spot. He knows my body pretty well.

He builds up steady rhythm, hitting that spot every time and sending me to heaven. It feels like there’s just us and no one else in this world. Our moans mixed together, our sweaty bodies pressed together, his forehead pressed against mine and his dark eyes staring deep in mine. I wished I could wrap my hands around his neck, but no, he needed to tie them.

I feel the heat building in my stomach and, from Jack’s thrust, I can tell he’s close too. His hand sneaks between our bodies and his fingers wraps around my length. He starts pumping it, synchronizing it with his own movements. I feel my whole body tense up, my fingers pulling on tie, my heels digging in Jack’s back, my head pushing deeper in pillow. With loud,

“Oh my god, Jack!!!” I come, my body relaxing under Jack’s weight. He’s not far away from me with loud ‘Alex’, and collapsing on me.

As I feel my breathing coming back to normal, I start to feel sore. My hands hurts, my legs hurts and what is weird, my head hurts. About hands and legs it’s understandable, but what the fuck is wrong my head!

“Jack, could you please untie me now?”

“Mhm,” he murmurs against my neck, but makes no move.

“Jaacckkk!”

With sigh he gets up and releases my hands. Feeling of having full control over hands again is amazing, but the soreness will grow till tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“So we’re good now?” he asks, pulling me in his chest.

“Do I have some other choice?” I intertwine our fingers.

“No,” he presses light kiss below my ear.

I press my back to his chest and close my eyes. It’s hot, too hot and my head hurts really badly. There’s something wrong with, this is not normal.

“What’s about that guy you kind of showed me? The one who we saw on stairs.”

“Oh yeah. He kind of likes you,” I say lazily, “but don’t you even dare to go to him! He’s new here, got only one guy few days ago. He wanted me to introduce you to him or something like that. I’m not even sure, I didn’t let him finish as I heard your name. You’re mine and that’s how it’ll be.”

“So that’s your decision?”

“Yeah. Hope you didn’t like him too much?”

“Not my type really. I like darker hair, taller, brown eyes,” he snuggles his face in my hair.

“Nice,” I smile, even though I know he can’t see that.

“Do we have some time for a nap?” he asks me.

“A bit. You used most of your time to play.”

“Ahh, yees! That was fun,” I feel his lips turning into smile against my neck.

“Just sleep. Take your time, I’ll go talk to Arnold. Technically you could stay, because after you I’m free and this is my free time which means…”

“…you can have whoever you want in your room,” he finishes for me.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’ll be back soon,” I get up from bed, get some pants and shirt on and leave room.

Notes

I feel so guilty writing these! So uncomfortable! I feel like they both are sitting in the corner of my room, staring at me and judging every word I write ;D

but again, I hope you enjoy it!