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I blushed, "my number? ". He smirked and nodded. "Uh ok.. " I mumbled, "here." He handed me his phone and I typed in my number. "Done! " I handed it back and he smiled.
His phone began ringing, "Sorry.. Unfortunately, I need to go. " he said, I nodded.
I watched as he walked out the door. "Matteo, we need you at the register! " one of co-workers called out. "ok, coming!! " I said, rushing over.
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I pulled my keys out of my pocket, rustling with them trying to find the right one. "Finally." I mumbled, unlocking the door. I sighed, today was a very interesting day. I took my coat off and hung it on the coat hanger that sat near the front door.
I took my shoes off and placed them in my closet. "I should take a shower, I'm kinda sweaty. " I mumbled to myself.
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I sighed, plopping onto my bed and closing my eyes, relaxing.
I groaned, I could feel my phone vibrating. I wonder who is is, I pressed accept, putting the phone to my ear. "Hello? " I said softly, "Hello, Matteo. It's Nickolas." A deep voice spoke, which I almost immediately recognized. "Ohh, I didn't think you were going to call. " I said smiling, "Well, I did. " he said. I hummed in response, "So, what are you doing right now?" I asked, my eyes closed. "Just catching up on some work I didn't finish." he murmered, "Oh, ok." I mumbled, "What about you. What are you doing?" Nickolas said, his voice raspy, giving me chills. I cleared my throat, "W-well, I'm u-uhm..Just laying down, I'm pretty tired. I had a long shift today." I said, "Well then, I'll call you later. I'm pretty busy right now so I'll have to anyways." He said, the sound of him shuffling papers echoed through the phone. "Alright then, I'll talk to you later." I said, then pressing the red 'End Call' button.
A small smile found itself creeping onto my face as I thought of Nickolas. The memories from earlier today became more aparent the more I thought of him. The sound of his deep, raspy, voice made me shudder. When he spoke, dominance laced each and every word that came out of his mouth, it made me feel so small and weak, like a bunny under the gaze of a wolf. Though, feeling so small under his dominant presence gave me such a thrill..
His face was chiseled, especially his jawline, almost as if someone had hand-sculpted every, little, detail. His skin was milky and pale, it was also very smooth and clear looking. His silky, black, hair was neatly slicked back, a thin strand rested just above his eyebrows.
The small, black, shorts I had on began to feel tight as I continued thinking of Nickolas.
I shivered, remembering the way the white, button-up shirt he had on was tight against his bicepes, out-lining his muscles. It was honestly enough to make any girl or gay guy drool. His big, veiny, hands made me want to beg for them around my neck..
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice my raging hard-on. My shorts only tightened more, making it uncomfortable.
I sighed, palming myself through my shorts.
I arched my back, pulling my shorts off and throw them on the floor. I pulled my length out of my boxers, releasing myself from the tight fabric. I zoned off, getting lost in my thoughts as I stroked my length, imagining Nickolas shirtless. Sweat dripping down his muscular body. His neat hair, messy, no longer neatly slicked back. Soft moans fell from my lips. More dirty images flashed through my mind making me stroke my dick even faster.
It was something about the thought of Nickolas with his big, veiny, hands around my neck, squeezing it with just enough pressure, still allowing me to breathe. I moaned loudly, my back arching, and my body jerking from the large amounts of pleasure. "Slut..." His deep voice echoed throughout my ears. "Nickolas!.." I moaned out, pleasure spreading throughout my body as I came all over my shirt and hand.
I laid there, trying the catch my breath. Faded, dirty images of Nickolas still apparent...
I groaned, sitting up and grabbing 3 or 4 tissues from the blue and white tissue box sitting on top of my nightstand. I wiped the cum off my stomach and hand before sliding my boxers and shorts back on. After, I tossed the cum-covered tissues in the thrash. I sighed, plopping back down onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST DO..?" I whispered, still trying to process what I did before slowing drifting off to sleep..
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THE END OF CHAPTER 2....
