I Think He Knows

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱

A̸𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 D̸𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀
𝟮𝟰
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I had decided just to stay with Mason for the night since it was late and I didn't want to make him drive me home after working all day. I'm just considerate like that.

My intentions actually weren't so innocent as I hoped I would be getting fucked vigorously by the hot doctor. So when we finished the second Spiderman movie I quickly grabbed our popcorn bowl and the kernels rolled around as I sped to the garbage and dumped them. I threw the bowl into the sink and hurried back to the living room with purpose, I needed to gather my one-man troop for the journey of our lives.

I hadn't even been paying attention as I walked right into the hopefully anticipatory soldier with a loud, "oop!"

Mason grabbed my shoulders steadying me with a confused laugh, "why are you in such a hurry? Geez." I inspected his face and noticed the dark circles he had under his eyes. He's tired. Oh, my fucking bejesus.

"Wel, I've got to hurry since I can tell we're on a tight schedule tonight," I snapped my fingers then pressed a hand to his back urging him down the halls.

"What do you mean?"

I rolled my eye as if he were stupid and said, "you're tired and I'm horny so figure that one out."

"You're always horny," He muttered and I lifted my brows looking over at him. Did that bother him? I thought he liked that?

"Oh," I mumbled feeling the familiar insecurity rising up. Just like I had worried earlier today. He is already getting sick of me.

It was almost as if he read my mind because he quickly moved in front of me, his hands grabbed onto my thighs lifting me up as he smiled tiredly. "I like it though. Don't worry you're pretty little head about it."

I would worry my ugly little head about it bitchwad, I thought to myself before leaning into a kiss. My fingers grabbed a hold of the wavy black strands of hair on his head as he deeper the kiss, pressing my back onto his bedroom door. My back arched against the cool wood as I grinded against his toned stomach feeling every bit excited for this as the first time we had sex. His warm hands roamed up my shirt until he reached my nipples, he obviously enjoyed my piercings there as that was his first instinct. To press his thumb against the pinched pink skin and feel the metal underneath shift.

After a few minutes against the door, he hastily opened it and threw me onto his bed, I bounced on the flush mattress with an eager grin as he stripped off his sweatshirt and climbed over me, I slowly laid back against his pillow as he moved on top. He ran his fingers to my now freshly dyed red hair and smiled, "you're perfect Ash."

As per usual I blushed and ignored his compliment, I pushed his head down so that his face was buried against my neck and his lips roamed all over the skin heeding my order. It felt so wonderful until the feeling stopped and the body on top of mine went limp. I was being crushed by a sleeping old whore and although I was a bit disappointed, I didn't dislike the feeling of his heaviness blanketing me. He was my personal blanket and I felt very protected under him and it was a very comforting feeling despite not being too comfortable.

I just sighed and wrapped my arms around the sleeping man allowing my eyes to shut and my brain to turn off. It was one of my bed nights of sleep in a long time and I wouldn't mind having this unfortunate situation happen to me again.