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Chapter 18

It was freezing when I got on the motorcycle. The parka kept me warm above, but it barely went over my knees. Not the pajamas anyway. It was just barely going over my bottom. I've never wished I had a car so badly, but it wasn't worth it for the few minutes anyway. I put on my helmet, at least no one could see my face.

I left my helmet on as I ran up the stairs. Even when I rang the doorbell. It was only when I waited that I took it off and realized that I was blushing. At least my face felt very warm.

Maybe I flinched a little when he opened the door. I could clearly see the corners of his mouth twitching when he looked at me and stepped aside. "Come in."

I let out a relieved breath when the door finally closed behind me. I felt tense and I started sweating, it was much warmer in here so I wanted to get rid of the jacket.

"Don't," he said from the kitchen. "Keep it on."

"It's hot as hell. I'm sweating."

He walked out of the kitchen island, a glass of wine in his hand, leaned against the counter and looked me up and down with a half smile on his face. "Good."

"Seriously," I said, pulling the collar of my jacket and aired. "You're not gonna make me wear this all night, right?"

"Good question," he said. "I'd love to see you suffer."

"How long will you let me stand here like an idiot?" I hated to admit that, but the way he stood watching me while I was standing in the middle of the room made me damn nervous. Even when I was busy getting air under my jacket.

"Alright," he said. "Let me help you." He walked to me, the wine glass still in his right hand, the left slowly pulling down the zipper of my jacket. My hands moved to the zipper because I thought he would have difficulties opening it with just one hand, but as soon as I got there, he stopped and bumped the lower part of the wineglass against my hand and shook his head. "Hands off," he said and I dropped my hands. "You're not gonna touch yourself tonight, understood?" I stared at his hands as he slowly pulled the zipper down. "Oscar."

"Yes. Yes, understood."

He pushed the jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. My hands moved by themselves, I wanted to wrap my arms around myself, the sweat made me shudder now. He gently pressed my hand back down. Now that the jacket was gone, I felt the tight fabric even more than before. I felt it clearly when he looked at my body. I tensed up when he walked around me and stopped behind me. He wrapped an arm around my waist, so slowly that everything in me screamed for more. He pulled me, my back against him and my breath stumbled.

"You took a shower." I heard him taking a deep breath on my neck and threw my head to the side.

"Mh..." I don't know if it was just an agreement or if I sighed. "Stop teasing me..."

His hand moved slowly up to my chest, which was moving up and down a little too quickly. He slid under the solid fabric so I could feel his skin on mine. His index finger painted circles around my nipple the same moment I felt his lips sucking on the skin on my neck. A shiver ran through me as he started to play with my nipple, I moved in his arm, but he tightened his grip. "Don't move."

"It tickles..."

He stuffed my mouth with the two of his fingers so that I stopped talking and at first I coughed startled, then I started sucking his fingers, holding his wrist, when he pushed them deeper and I started choking.

"Hands off," he said softly so I removed my hand again and he continued pushing his fingers in and out, with every thrust inside going in as deep as I started choking again. And I let him. "Suck them." I did as he said, licking along his fingers, then took them all in and moved my head back and forth. I heard him laughing softly next to my ear. "Good boy."

I felt the fabric tighten even more between my legs. He removed his fingers and wiped my mouth dry with the back of his hand. The hand with his wine glass, which he was seriously still holding, wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly while his hand went under the fabric on my butt. I just felt his wet fingers moving on my hole and all out of sudden he put them in. I twitched so hard he spilled his wine glass, holding me even tighter. He moved his fingers. 

"God..." I shivered. My legs felt like they were about to buckle.

He laughed. "You like it sudden huh?"

"Please, I can't stand," I whispered with a shaky breath.

"Pull yourself together, Oscar," he said. "We haven't even started properly and you already spilled my wine glass."

"Please..." I sighed "I have to hold to somewhere."

"Not yet." He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them that deep. My legs started shaking. He moved them inside me faster as if he wanted to provoke it. "S-Shit..." I fell to my knees and he let go of me. I didn't know if I was disappointed or relieved when I could finally put my hands on the floor, feeling something wet on my fingers and my knees. The wine.

He walked around me, crouched down in front of me and took a sip of the rest of his wine. „Want a sip?"

„What?" I breathed confused, just trying to catch my breath. My limbs were shaking, my heart racing and god, I was so excited what would happen next.

„You're a real drinker, aren't you?" I raised my head and looked at him in confusion. „You must be craving for it." His hand was in my hair. Then he pulled my head down to the floor. „Why don't we drink together? You can lick it up while I get another glass."

„Shit," I muttered, trying to raise my head again, my nose pressing against the floor, but he kept pressing me down. „What was that?"

„Y-yes," I breathed. „I'm sorry." So I seriously started to lick it up, slurping it, licking again. I barely even got anything of it into my mouth and I couldn't even taste it as tense as I was.

His hand gently run through my hair. „Good boy," he murmured. „I'll be right back."