Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 10. Stalked.

Over the next couple of weeks Saxon made regular visits to my place. We usually fucked two or three times and then he left. He never stayed the night, despite me asking him to.

Then, one night he sent me a text telling me to be at this hotel up town no earlier than 7:30pm the following night. I was not to go to Reception but to wait for his text giving me the room number.

I wasn't impressed by his text. He didn't ask me if I was free to meet, or even wanted to meet. He just told me to be there.

Now I do like my men to be assertive, but downright demanding and bossy? It depends on where and when. I can do role play in the bedroom..., you know, dress up and play games, but ordering me to be somewhere at a certain time without checking my availability was not on.

I told him so.

After he had fucked me twice, mind, not before. No way was I going to travel that far and ruin the mood for another sensational fucking session.

Did he care?

He didn't appear to. He told me that I was to make myself available whenever he sent for me. It would always be this hotel and he would let me know by text the night before.

When I tried to protest he cut me short. He said that he was busy with work and was wasting time travelling to see me. So! If I still wanted to be fucked, then I had to travel to him.

I asked him what part of 'I don't drive' did he not understand and getting an Uber this far was too expensive.

His answer of, 'Use the train' angered me.

He yelled at me when I told him that Taylor would generally drive me to any meets and was actually waiting in the car to take me home.

He didn't like that. He almost hit the roof when I revealed that both my two best friends knew that he was fucking me. He just wouldn't understand that they knew me inside out and could tell whenever I was holding something back. He wouldn't accept that I couldn't lie to them and that I trusted them implicitly.

He tried to explain his reasons but I wasn't receptive. I was certainly not being reasonable or that coherent.

Thoughts of being used by his twin resurfaced. He really didn't like it when I said I thought he was treating me like his twin's ex-sex toy and not his sex mate. I then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I ignored all his texts and refused to answer his calls and pouted the pout of all pouts for a week.

In the end I relented. I was desperate to see him. Really desperate. My arse was aching to be fucked. I realised then that I had crossed over the line from being just a sex mate and liked him more than I should.

The unthinkable was happening and I was falling in love with him.

Sex with Saxon was most definitely phenomenal. Every time his performance was sensational. How was I expected to just detach myself from all the passion between us and not react to it? I'm not made of wood. I have feelings, you know.

I phoned him exactly seven days after walking out on him.

I ate humble pie. I apologised for my behaviour.

He promised to come to my apartment at 7pm on Friday night to patch things up.

He never showed.

I called him but kept getting through to his voicemail.

I got really pissed off about it. Not just because he hadn't shown up, but because I had ordered Taylor to make himself scarce and was sitting in my apartment, nursing a bottle of red wine, alone.