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Chapter 59

I feel his warm body as he's leaning forward, I hear the click of a tube. He removes his fingers and I feel a cold, foreign object tipping against my hole, slowly pushing forward a few times. He slides in two fingers, squeezing my hole open and pushes it in. I moan into the pillow.

"You know what to do," he says and moves it in and out slowly, then just stops. "You're still missing two mistakes."

"Delay," I breathe when I turn my head on the pillow so he can understand my mumbling. "I was too late."

"Only last time?"

"Today." My voice is strained, weirdly high and brittle, close to breaking off.

"Good. Very good." He slides it in deeper. Too slow. He does it all too slow. It drives me fucking crazy. I start moving my hips automatically but there's no use. He just lets go of the thing and laughs hoarsely.

"Come on," I sigh. "Faster, please..."

"Easy," he says, drawn-out. Rage burns slow inside me, matching the pace of his voice. "We'll get to that."

"Jesus Christ," I cruse. "Starting to hate you again." He stops moving and I try to move my hips to that thing. Desperate describes it quite well. "You goddamn asshole! God damn it, just push it in!" 

Then, it suddenly starts vibrating inside me. "Oh my god..." I bury my fingers into the pillow, pressing my face against it, sighing, then turn my face to the side. He squeezes his fingers between the clenching skin around my hole and that thing. "Please," I whisper. "Please move it..."

I feel the tip of something warmer tipping on the skin above my hole while his fingers widen it. Then he slowly squeezes himself inside, next to that vibrating thing. His hot body leans over my back, his hand holding himself on the left of me. His other arm slides his way up my chest and holds me firmly on my left shoulder. For just a few seconds I hear him exhale heavily. Then he moves forward, fast and sudden. I hear his groin slapping against me. I feel that vibrating thing sliding deeper with every thrust. I fucking feel his sweat on my skin. Skin on skin, sticky and wet.

He changes his grip, wraps his arm around my neck and his forearm pushed against my throat. "Ugh— F... Fck..." My mouth is too weak to form words, only choked noises escape my throat.

"Swear," he breathes next to my ear. I've probably never heard his voice that dark before.

I don't swear. I moan his name, my voice shaking. "Blair..."

He groans next to my ear. Holy shit, was this the first time I called him by his name? Well, ops. "Again."

"Blair," I sigh. Suddenly he lets go of my throat and sits up to push harder, pressing my head into the bed. "Fuck..."

Another moan. "Oscar," he groans and my heart jumps. "Again..."

"Blair," I croak again. That's when he sighs in relish and slowly stops pushing himself in, instead grabs that stupid, vibrating thing. He's still inside when he shoves the thing out one time, then burst it in next to his cock, deeper than before. Faster. Harder.

"Fuck... Shit..." I gasp one last time loudly, then hold my breath, my mouth open, already seeing the end coming to me. I hear it thrusting inside of my wet hole aggressively. In and out in such a fast pace I can't think straight. All my thoughts concentrate down there when everything in me gathers and I finally come, moaning in relief, letting myself fall into the pillow again.

Just a few seconds later he pulls himself and that thing out of me and I feel the mattress sinking next to me as he lets himself fall into it as well. "God, Oscar," he whispers and takes a deep breath. "You really surprised me there. I didn't even know you knew my name."

"Well," I pant. "Surprise. I've known it for a while." I can only speak in heavy whispers. "Actually, it's impossible to not know... Felix talks too much... about you..."

He laughs. Because my head is tilted to the left, I can look at him when I open my eyes. He has his own eyes closed and his chest is moving up and down fast. "Well done," he breathes. "You just found the perfect moment to say it out loud for the first time."

"I still prefer asshole. Or dickhead. Or pervert."

"Your time's up, Oscar."

"Shit..."

"That's two days," he says. "I like pervert by the way."

"I fucking hate you."

"Hm," he laughs and turns his head to me. "I don't think so. Three days."