The Contract

Chapter 19

Donovan thrusts into me powerfully as his lips assault my neck, making my nails dig into his wide-muscled back as I hold onto him.

We moved from the sofa to the bedroom, and that was... I don't know when that was, it feels like hours ago since we've been wrapped up in one another, skin to skin, from room to room.

I moan out when he nips my skin with his teeth, as an animalistic growl escapes his throat.

I hear his phone start ringing from the living room and try to catch his attention by trying to push him off me, but he doesn't budge, if anything, he pushed his large manhood further into me.

The phone stops and Donovan goes back to my neck, but it doesn't last long until his phone goes again, only this time, making him swear out incoherent swears under his breath.

Donovan pulls out of me slowly and lifts himself off me, giving me a clear view of just how sweaty, and how he was covered in bitemarks on his neck, making me slightly embarrassed I did that, without realizing.

His phone goes again and he gets off the bed, not saying anything as he walks into the living room naked to answer his phone.

Meanwhile, I can't move, my limbs hurt more than ever from rigorous lovemaking for hours without stopping, and I can barely catch my breath from how hot I feel.

Just hours ago I thought the worst would happen, and then something completely different happens, just like a tornado, Donovan came into my life and flipped it upside down.

I can't hide it anymore, I don't know what the hell is going on anymore.

The way he holds me feels real, and not just two men having casual hookups, after all, he kissed me.

I like having sex with him, but the thought of sleeping with another man other than Donovan Steele disgusts me, so what does that make me?

Does this make me gay?

Donovan comes back into the bedroom gripping the bridge of his nose and holding his phone in the other hand, held to his ear.

I mouth 'who is it' and he just simply shakes his head, making me sit up and frown as he sits on the edge of the bed near me.

"I already said I didn't want that." He hisses into the phone.

"No, I'm-"

I hear a woman talking loudly on the other end making this a good time to get up and take a shower, just to give him some privacy as it feels personal...

I walk past him but his arm reaches out and stops me.

Pulling me back to him, he makes me sit on his leg as he stares up at me hungrily, his eyes never leaving mine as he listens to the woman on the other end of the phone talk.

Eventually, he sighs when the other line goes silent.

"Fine, I'll be there soon." He says, hanging up.

"Who was that?"

He leans forward and kisses my sweaty chest. "My mom."

I hum. "You need to go?" I ask, trying to move from his lap, feeling awkward sitting there, but he holds onto me and nods his head as he grunts against my chest. "That tickles." I groan.

"She organized a birthday surprise for me, which I'm fashionably late for apparently." He says, amusement in her voice, before looking up at me hungrily.

"I'd rather stay here and fuck you until you pass out from screaming my name."

I shove him away from me flustered as I get off his lap. "Pervert."