Man at Arms

Chapter Two: Flickering lights

CHAPTER TWO

"I want to see you again," he said, brushing his thumb across my nipple.

We finally got into bed after exploring his hotel room in various areas and positions. We were naked, my back against his scarred chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. I don't usually cuddle, but I'm too exhausted to move and leave right now. I wasn't sure if my legs could even walk.

Hindi ko naman inakala na mahilig sa acrobat itong kasama ko.

Tumawa ako at tinanggal ang mga braso niyang puno ng tattoo na tila mga ahas na nakapulupot sa balat niya. I couldn't understand it, but there seemed to be a pattern or something.

"Sorry, boy, I don't do second night."

Maging siya ay hindi kumbinsido sa sinabi ko. The fuck was great, greater than my ex's performance actually. Hanggang missionary, lazy doggy, at sloppy cowboy lang sila samantalang ito mala-conjuring at exorcism ang level. Nasilip ko nga ang sarili ko mula sa salamin sa taas at tapat ng kama, para akong sadako na nasasarapan.

Napadpad ang mga mata ko sa pagkalalaki niyang kumakahol pa rin hanggang ngayon. Nakita niya ang titig ko kaya ngumisi siya, nagdilim ang mga mata. Bumaling nalang ako sa mga peklat ng mga tahi at sugat sa katawan niya. For a brief moment, I felt my heart tear for him. His scars appeared deep, some of which seemed to be a month old.

Mapanganib ang trabaho ko bilang protektor ng prinsesa pero ni isang beses hindi ako nakaranas nang sugat o sakit galing dito, well, siguro dahil hindi naman ako sa combat skills naka-assign. This man was a soldier, and he wore his scars with pride. I wanted to ask about each of their stories, but I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't my business to ask about his life. And our relationship was purely sexual.

Anton, the name he gave himself tonight, seemed uncomfortable with my stare and snatched my gaze to meet his.

"Are you sure about that?" Naghahamong patuya niya. Damn those lips. Damn that smirk. And damn his arrogance!

I looked for my dress instead. Where is it? Oh, fuck! It's shredded! Dinampot ko ito at pinakita sakanya.

"Really?"

Lumapad ang ngisi niya at dinala ang mga braso sa likod ng ulo para gawing unan. Sa ginawa niya mas lalo lang nadisplay ang naguumigting na alaga niya.

He was tall and broad. His arms and legs were as muscular as Spartans'. It was intimidating. He exuded violence, the type who enjoyed torturing his victims before killing them with a snap of their neck. Nakakatakot ang presensiya na dala niya pero ang malanding side nang pagkatao ko ay na-excite dito.

My ex-boyfriends were the typical bad boys in the club. Their eyes were mean, they swayed you with their promises, but they fucked like a rabbit. Kaya nang makita ko si Anton na naglalakad papunta sa akin mula sa dance floor, ang mabagsik niyang mga mata ay may misyon, alam kong hindi lang siya bad boy. Animal siya.

At hindi lang niya pinatunayan ito, tinatak pa niya sa pagkatao ko na wala nang hihigit pa sakanya kahit tumikim pa ako ng iba.

"I'm not sleeping with you anymore," matigas kong sabi.

Soon I found myself a moaning mess as his face was buried deep in my wetness. His tongue seemed to take a fencing class because he was just damn so good. Mahigpit akong nakakapit sa buhok niya at mas lalo pa siyang nilublub.

After tonight, I'm not sleeping with him...I thought as I came undone for the umpteenth time.

He passed about at dawn and I left the hotel wearing his button-down shirt and pants. The assrat refused to bring back my thong, which he clutched tightly in his hand. Kahit tulog siya.