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IRIS'S WORDS LINGERED IN DALLY'S HEART
He was never affected by anybody's words, no matter the person. But because of the connection he felt for Iris, her words felt heavy and his mind ran quick. It wasn't as if he felt like crying— he never did, even when he were still in New York and saw a dead puppy on the sidewalk, he simply turned a blind eye. It was more about how his throat turned sore and his jaw clenched tight.
As he walked back to Bucks after his sudden flee from Iris's house, he felt almost guilty for turning away so quickly. But at the same time, he suddenly felt no regard for Iris and how she felt.
As he entered his room, he threw off his jacket and tossed his keys on his dresser. He took off the rest of his clothes, leaving him in his boxers. He groaned as he pulled the covers over his body, resting his hands behind his head. As he thought about Iris more and more, he began to remember the night before. How plush her thighs felt around his arms and how smooth her skin felt underneath his fingertips. How she tasted against his tongue, the noises she made as sucked lustfully on her clit and between her folds.
The more he thought about it, the further his hands trailed down his body. His fingers were suddenly wrapped around the base of his dick, his breath wavering as his thumb lightly grazed over his tip. He began to stroke up and down lightly, groaning under his breath. His hands were no longer his, but rather Iris's mouth that was wrapped around his dick. How wet her tongue would feel as it licked up and down the underside of his shaft, occasionally touching the vein on the bottom— slowly drawing him closer to his climax. His hands began to move faster and faster, as did his imagination.
He moved the covers off of his body, finally relieving his dick of the tight fabric of his boxers. His dick was covered in pre-cum, his foreskin glistening as it moved up and down along with the motions of his hand. He began to let out moans, ones that he had been holding in. "Fuck, Iris!" He groaned out as he came all over his stomach, the white substance trickling onto his scrotum and eventually onto his thighs.
He let his hand rest for a minute or two, waiting for the cramps within his muscles to slowly fade before reaching for tissues on his nightstand. After cleaning himself up, he tucked his dick back into his pants and laid the covers over his body once again. Turning to his side and slowly letting his brain fall asleep as he thought about the girl he yearned for most, Iris.
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Iris wiped the sauce residue on her hands off onto her apron, creating a red stain on the white apron that was tied around her waist. "Order 24 and 25 for table 2!" She heard a chef yell from the kitchen. She took the plates into her arms, walking backward through the kitchen door as she made her way out into the diner.
"Here is your burger and fries... and your.. chili" Iris dragged her words as she placed down the food onto the table before clapping her hands together. "Alright, anything else I can get you guys?" She asked before walking away from the denying customers after they shook their head no. She strutted back to the main counter, stepping in front of the register as she wrote up a check upon request of Fred. She ripped it off, walking over to the table that it belonged to along with a smile before telling them to have a 'pleasant day', her content behaviour a simple mask over her fatigued state.
