Short Stories

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Jaxon

I watched Louis come and sit on my bed with a sigh. He was dressed in his preppy clothes that mocked me. I had a blunt in my hand and a paint brush. I turned away from my canvas and walked over to him. I climbed on his lap and stared down at him. His hands came to rest on my ass.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked. He gave me a stare before looking away.

"I hate wearing this white boy outfit but my client only likes it when I wear it." He sighed. I glared down at him.

"I feel insulted." I took a puff of my blunt. Louis doesn't smoke or drink so I stopped offering him some.

"Your clothes look fine on you not on me." He said.

"It's a easy fix then right. Take it off." I smirked. Louis smiled and pulled his shirt off leaving him bare chested. I looked down at his tattooed body and tight muscles.

"Much better." I felt his body under finegertips.

"We're not having sex today." He grabbed my wrist.

"What? Why not?" I pouted. He laughed and brought me down to his lips.

"Because we have business to do." He whispered before kissing me. I moaned on his sweet lips before quickly pulling away.

"What did you do today besides having to dress like this?" I asked.

"I did some BDSM no touching and let someone stalk me while I took a shower. I find it hypocritical you always ask me what I've been doing and I never ask you. What did you do today?" He asked with a grin.

"Nothing, I'm not fucking anyone but you." Louis quickly has become my obsession and I haven't really thought about anybody else but him. He's not my boyfriend but he might as well me the way we are with each other.

"And I am not having sex with anybody but you." He countered.

"You still kiss them and let them touch you and suck your dick." I frowned. He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. "What?"

"Jaxon, I know you got a blow job from Marcus last week." Oh yeah, the football player I'm seeing. It wasn't as good as Louis so I completely forgot about that. "You want me to be yours just say that don't tell me what I'm doing when you're doing the same."

"I'm not fucking around at the same frequency as you though." I glared.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked. I felt conflicted. I don't feel like it's my place to tell him to stop, especially since I'm not his boyfriend and I know the main point of him doing this is to make money. He's not rich like me and he lives alone so it's probably a lot to pay for I guess, I wouldn't know. If I ask him to stop then how would he take care of himself?

"N-no." I got off of him. "It's fine." I turned to put my blunt out.

"Don't be like that." Louis came behind me and grabbed my waist. "If it helps you're the only one who gets me hard. I think about you when I'm with them." He whispered in my ear.

"Think about me doing what?" I turned in his arms. "Sucking your dick, letting you bend me over?"

"Actually before I meet up with anybody I look at those pictures I took." He smirked. I glared and pushed him back.

"You're annoying." I glared. He laughed and walked out of my room.

"You love me though." I heard his voice. Unfortunately I think I do.

"Okay, get better and I'll be there with your mom to pick you up." I heard my sister saying in the living room. When we walked in she had a soft smile on her face and was standing with her back facing me. "Stop I'm fine, it'll be fine. I can wait for you if you promise you'll do what you did last time."