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Chapter 26

I didn't even change. No time for a shower. On my motorcycle and go. Dashed up the stairs and had to take a short break to breathe. I need a glass of water as soon as I'm upstairs, I thought, and kept walking upstairs. Why does that asshole live so high up? Couldn't he look for a deeper apartment?

„I need water," I said out of breath when he opened the door and he walked into the kitchen. I put my helmet down and took off my jacket. I drank the glass of water that he gave me half empty.

„Done?"

„Wait," I breathed and lifted my hand. Took a couple more sips. He checked his watch. „Okay."

„You look tired."

„Don't talk about it," I said, pulled him by the collar and kissed him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and was gone completely. In a bubble of passion. He kissed my neck and took off my pants in a rush. Then his pants. No time to take off our shirts. He turned me around, pushed me against the door with his body.

„I didn't shower." He pulled down my underwear. He dragged my hips back and I leaned my forehead against the door.

„Whatever," he muttered, almost just an exhale and I wondered if I had let him wait too long. „Your back, stretch your back." I let out a croaky moan when he pushed it in and I held on to the wall. Then suddenly against a table when I felt himself inside me. I couldn't quite keep up. The table knocked on the wall. Regularly. Faster. He pressed my neck to the table with his forearm. I gasped and held onto the edge. „Yes," I gasped. „Yes..."

„Don't..."

„What?" I breathed.

„Say no."

„Fuck..." He pressed his body against me, his hand pushed my head down, my cheek squeezed against the wood of the table. „You fucking pervert..." He groaned next to my ear. „Fucking shit–"

„Oscar" he rasped.

„No," I whimpered. „F–Fuck... No... please..." He pressed his hand to my mouth and I muttered into it. Muttered no against his wet hand. Fought back and was pushed back, his grip held me tighter, held me on place and I heard him sigh in relief. His hips started pushing me even harder, I felt the edge of the table against my thigh as my legs gave way. Then his firm hand moved on my cock and he stopped pushing me against the table, letting go of my mouth and rubbing faster.

„Come on..." he muttered. I dropped my head on the table and groaned, moving my hips a little back and he pushed me against the table again, full power, his heavy body against mine. I couldn't feel my legs anymore at some point and my thighs felt sore.

„God, Oscar," he said out of breath and stopped for a second. „You're taking your time today."

„I..." I gasped when he just went on. „...can't come... under stress..."

He stopped again and propped his hands on the table. „Turn around," he suddenly said, but I felt too shaky to just move even a little bit. „Oscar."

„Yes," I breathed and tried to sit up. „Ugh..."

„Turning not sitting."

„Shit just... calm down. I feel like dying." My arms were weak when I pushed away from the table to turn my heavy body over. „Just go," I said breathless, „you're paying me anyway." Instead, he looked at me, my probably very sweaty face, the hair sticking on my forehead because I was too lazy to remove it. He looked down on me, forehead and neck glittering with sweat, the hair so well gelled back that only a few small strands made it to his forehead. He put my legs up so they were buckled on the table. Then he got down on his knees.

My body jerked a little in shock and I moaned surprised when I felt his lips sliding along my cock and he took it into his mouth, moving back and forth. I don't know what happened to me when I wrapped my leg around his neck to pull his mouth closer, but I felt it vibrating when he took it all in and he let out a long satisfied moan. Then he started to move his fingers on my hole, pushed two in and moved inside, his mouth sucking deep on my cock, my leg still pushing his neck into it.

I stopped breathing and put my head back, my fingers buried in his neat hair and I pulled him even further on them, which was actually not even possible anymore. I heard him breathing loudly and erratically through his nose. I heard him swallow. Then he pushed a third finger in and moved faster. I took quick, very short breaths, whispering barely audibly, „yes... yes ys..." through clenched teeth and slightly moved my hips with his rushing fingers, my cock moved in his throat.

I let out a deep croaky breath when I finally came, my leg loosened and stayed on his shoulder, but my hands were still in his hair as he was not moving until he swallowed it all. Only then he moved away, taking a few deep breaths and wiped off the spit around his mouth. „Finally," he said and stood up.

I tried to catch my breath. My throat was dry again, my whole body twitching and shaking, and I was glad he was still holding me. „God," he said and looked down on himself. „I have to change my clothes. I'm all sweaty."

„I would..." I breathed out. In. „...appreciate it if you help me to the bed first."

He laughed breathlessly and then checked his watch. „Damn, I'm late." He let go of me so suddenly I fell to my knees on the floor. It all happened so quickly that a wave of dizziness overcame me and I had to hold on to something for a few seconds. All of my senses went numb for a moment and somehow everything was spinning in my head when I closed my eyes.

„Oscar?"

„Shit..." I mumbled. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. „Hang on..."

„Oscar."

I wanted to say something like shut up and wait, but I only got out a weak „mhh..." It felt like my brain was contracting or my soul was sucked out of my body. I closed my eyes.

„Hey, look at me. Oscar." His voice went low and hazy and I tried to raise my arm to push him away from me, but my limbs were so heavy. Last thing I felt was him lifting me up, then my head gave way and fell against his shoulder.