Swallow

Chapter 1.60:

"Fucking hell."

I woke up in my bedroom lying on top of my comforter. The waistband of my pants was uncomfortably digging into the spot around my knees and my dick was hanging out in the breeze. I raised my hand to wipe the hair stuck to my forehead and stopped when something about it didn't feel right.

"What the shit is this?" I opened my eyes and grumbled as I studied the white crunchy residue on my skin. It looked like I had stuck my hand in glue and let it dry. My palm was completely crusted over with what I assumed was my misadventures from the previous night.

At least it was still in my hand. There were much worse places I could have left it.

I clutched at my head with my clean hand and cursed again when a sharp pain radiated throughout the side near my temple and down the back of my neck. It was like tiny slivers of glass were rattling around while they sliced at my skull. All my senses were on overdrive. The lights were off, but my room was still too bright and the smells were churning my empty stomach.

What the hell happened to me last night?

I tried to sit up and the back of my hand brushed something hard next to me. It felt like my phone.

I reached over to grab it to check to see if Riley texted me at all last night. I expected to see my all-black case and was utterly confused when there was a dark green one in my hand instead. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me until I realized it wasn't even the same phone model.

Somehow, I had magically inherited someone else's phone while I was blacked out.

The phone battery was dead and I couldn't turn it on to be sure who it belonged to. Since the case wasn't pink or purple and covered in rhinestones, I was pretty sure it didn't belong to a girl.

Even though it wasn't mine, it still didn't stop me from marking it last night.

The dark screen was covered with more of my cum than my hand was. I wasn't sure how I managed the impressive feat, but at least I must have had a good time doing it.

It took my tired brain another minute of staring at the mucky thing to register that I knew exactly who I had stolen it from. It was Aiden's phone. He was the only person with a case like this that I knew. I still wasn't sure how I ended up with it, but I knew I probably should give it back.

There was a one and a half percent chance I might even wash it off before I did.

When I finally got my bearings, I stood up and pulled my pants back where they belonged. I almost pissed myself when something started buzzing under my toes.

That solved the mystery of where my phone ended up.

Riley's name popped up on the screen, but that wasn't what caught my eye. The time on my phone said 5:00 PM before it faded to a black screen. I bent down and picked up the phone to double check to be sure. The screen lit up again and I watched it change to 5:01 PM.

Fuck me.

I had slept all day and barely had time to get ready for tonight's gig. I had to be there in twenty-nine minutes for the soundcheck. None of my gear was even packed and I needed to light a match and set myself on fire to get rid of the stench clinging to my body.

Shit.

I flung open my door and ran out into the hallway as I unlocked my phone to send Riley a quick text back. The camera roll came up and I started to swipe it off the screen until I heard the sound of my girl moaning loudly over the speaker. The volume was up as high as it could go and the sound bounced off every dark corner of the hallway.