Unicorn Hair

The whole week had gone and I haven’t seen or heard anything from Jack. My obsession starts to fade, because, hey, I got a lot of other stuffs on my mind.

I need to figure out how to be sexy thing I used to be now covered with bruises, how to kiss with cut lip and, most importantly for me, how to be normally functional human being when you need to be ready to fuck every minute. I have found some kind of magical medicine stuff that is helping, but I discovered it helps more for my fucked up sleeping schedule. Yeah, that too. I don’t get too much of sleep. Well, I do get normal eight hours or sometimes more, but I’m tired most of my day so these eight hours don’t help that much to me. So this new stuff has helped me recently.

Some of my bruises are fading slowly, but they are still there all over my chest, some bigger some not, some more visible than others. My lip doesn’t hurt anymore, so I can kiss as much as I want. Ha, like I would be that hungry for kisses! And, what is the best, fatty hasn’t been here the whole week. Not that he is allowed to, but I still thought that he would try and come back here. He still has time for that, but that would be his problem then.

I have free morning ‘till 11am and then I have some guy who has signed up for three hours! I have no idea what to do with him. Perhaps I should just tie him to bed and leave for a while, like an hour or so. After him I have another dude at 5pm. He needs only hour and I love him for that, whoever he is. And then I’m free for some drinks at night, or sleep. I should really get that back.

My brains start their work after loud knock on the door. I guess I fell asleep. Not that it’s a bad thing, it’s just I didn’t plan on that.

“Alex, get up! You have client in less than thirty minutes!” sounds like Arnold is having bad morning.

I quickly get up from bed and run to my door, “who is it?”

“Like you didn’t know!” he really has bad morning.

“You never told me!” my voice is higher than I would like it to be.

“Well, then you’ll find it out later,” he turns around and starts his way back to stairs, “and by the way, you don’t need to try and look better. I think he might enjoy your morning look.” He smirks at me and disappears from my sight.

I walk back in my room, closing doors behind, and walk to bathroom where my mirror is. Something that looks like beard starts to appear on my face, because I have been skipping shaving in mornings for last few days, my hair is a total mess and my pajamapants are hanging low on my hips. I might really keep this look for my rude client. Who the hell he thinks he is to ask for Three Hours! Only my hairs, I should do something with them. Only a little bit, they are annoying. The moment I start to come up with idea what to do with hair I’m startled by quiet knock.

“Fuck!” I swear quietly, “Come in!” I yell for my guest. I hear doors opening and someone coming in. For last time I check myself out and with quiet sigh I exit my bathroom.

“Fuck,” I breathe out loud enough for him to hear. Small smile appears on his delicious lips, but falls as his eyes travel down my body.

“What has happened to you?” he asks with worry in his voice. I watch down to myself. Right, bruises.

“I’m used to them now and they won’t be bothering me soon,” I try to smile at him, but he looks more worried about them than I was when I got them.

“What happened?” he repeats coming closer to me.

“Some client…he just…I…well he just…” fuck! How to say that some dude beat me up, because he was jealous to Jack.

“He just beat you up?” he looks in my eyes.

“No! Yes, but he…fuck!” I hate when I can’t make a proper thought, “he beat me up because he saw us at bar that night and was jealous because he thinks I like you way too much.” I say in one breath.

“I’m sorry for that,” he pulls me in tight hug, maybe a little bit too tight because of my bruises, but it doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m able to breathe in his scent, “he’s your client?” his hot breath tingles on my neck.

“Was,” my answer is too quiet, but I’m sure he heard it.

He’s warm and I would love to stand just like that for the rest of the day, but we got some things to do and that’s when it hits me.

“Three hours!!!” I yell at him pushing him away from me, “You want to kill me?”

“No,” he laughs at me, “it’s not just to fuck you. I kind of enjoyed cuddling with you too,” his sweet grin appears on his lips.

“Aww, that’s so sweat of you!” I say in baby voice and walk back to him and put my hands around his neck pressing our foreheads together, „you know, you’re the first of all my clients who sees me like this,” I whisper to him.

“You mean, not prepared, not washed up and dressed nicely?” his smile is just priceless.

“Mhm,” I bring my lips up to meet with his. His lips are just as sweat as I remember. Another thing I like about him way too much right after tight hugs. Well, okay, nothing can be compared to him moaning my name, but let’s stick to appropriate things.

“I like this look,” he smirks before leaning back down to kiss me again.

The kiss gets more heated as I pull him closer to me, my fingers tangled in his gorgeous hair. His warm hands travels down my bare back and stops for a moment on my lower back. Our bodies are pressed together so closely that I can feel every inch of his body. His hands reach under my pants and rubs small circles on my ass.

“mhm…” I moan in kiss and pull away a bit to attach my lips to his neck, “still single?” I ask biting on his skin.

“Mhm,” small moan from Jack is like angels choir for my ears, “you know knowing that this is all you’re wearing,” he tugs on my pants, “is kind of turning me on more than anything else about you.”

I smirk against his neck and bite down a little bit harder to earn louder moan from him. He bucks his hips against me allowing me to feel his erection.

“You weren’t lying,” I say against his skin.

“I would never lie to you,” his words come out like hot breath in my hair.

“Nice to hear that,” I bring my lips back up to meet with his and push my tongue in his mouth before he can react. Only quiet whimper escapes his lips and his hands squeeze my ass.

“So I can make this fast and we can move on to cuddling part?” I look in his now much darker eyes.

“I don’t care how fast you do this, I only want to be in you,” he says in husky voice. Yep, another thing to love about Jack. Wait, what? No Love to talk about here!

“I can also make this to be painfully slow,” I purr in his ear pushing him towards bed, “you would be begging for me,” I push him on bed, “all three hours,” I smirk down at him straddling his waist with my legs.

“No to slow things,” he says not louder than whisper, “I…need to have this cuddling session with you.”

“Did you tell this to Arnold?” I play with buttons of his shirt. He only shook’s his head.

“Well then. If Arnold doesn’t know about your plans than he wouldn’t be angry knowing that you didn’t get your so wanted cuddles,” I lean over him to attack his collarbones. Loud groan leaves his mouth and he pushes his hips up to get some so needed friction which I gratefully give him by pressing myself down on him.

I tug on his shirt asking him to take it off which he immediately throws away. I move down to his chest not paying to it as much attention as I did last time. If I’m horny I don’t care about others feelings, I need to get what I want. I lick along his waistband while doing my best to take off his pants as fast as possible. He lets out desperate whine and tries to kick off his pants with my help.

He kicks his pants off together with his boxers and I throw them somewhere on floor. I press some light kisses on his tights before taking him all in my mouth. He gasps at sudden feeling, I’m sure he wasn’t ready for that, but hey, I’m the one who’s horny here. He tangles his fingers in my hair and pushes me down. Fucking gag reflex turns on and I almost start to cough while he’s still in my mouth. I pull away from him and look up to meet his surprised eyes.

“I fucking hate you,” I cough a few times, but Jack just laughs at me.

I start desperate fight with my pants, but I have more luck then I had with Jack’s pants and within few seconds I’m out of mine and they are thrown on floor with Jack’s clothes. Last time when I was this horny was a long time ago, maybe before two or three years.

Without second thoughts I sink down on Jack and enjoy long moan that comes from his precious mouth.

“Someone’s pretty eager today,” he laughs, but that soon changes to moans as I start my movements. He brings his hands to my hips to help me move faster. He starts thrusting in me and soon I can’t hold my own moans to myself as he hits that special spot.
“Fuck, Jaack!” I almost yell as he starts to move his hips faster. I lean down and press my head against his shoulder.

“God, Alex. Its soo good,” he breathes.

The whole room is filled with us. Jack’s moans, my moans, the sound when his hips meet with my ass and the smell of sex. Lately I had started to hate this smell in my room, but now when part of it is brought here by Jack, I can’t do anything else but love it.

I start to feel warmth building up inside me as Jack never misses my prostate. His moans and hot breath against my neck is just too much to handle right now.

“Jack, I…” I try to say, but I’m unable to perform such a magical trick as create a sentence, but Jack is magical and he understands what I need. His one hand leaves my hip and starts to jerk me off.

“God, it’s amazing,” I bite down on his shoulder, trying to hold back scream and deep in my mind hope that there won’t be any blood ‘cause I really don’t need that right now. I come harder than I thought I can as Jack’s fingers work their magic running up and down my length. He follows right in my path and with his last thrusts and long ‘Alex’ fills me with his cum.

Notes

I think I'm gonna post next chapter later today. I have nothing better to do, I'm too lazy to do my homework but not too lazy for this, I guess it's a good thing in some way ;D