Sin-bin

Chapter 2 - Dallas

"Fuck, fuck, f-uck."

At my orgasm, the guy behind me, Liam, stutters in pace as he desperately chases his own. I try to not let him push me into my cum as he pounds away but i get pretty close before he grunts and stalls. Catching my own breath, I give him a minute to come back to reality before I try to slip his dick out of me. He doesn't mind, I guess, and just falls onto his bed next to me. 

He was pretty hot in the tinder photos so i knew that they were edited. He certainly is not 6'2" like he claims, and his face is more baby-round than the pictures. But i guess you can't call him ugly all together. Plus, his dick is pretty long, and he manscapes, which is more than most guys in this fucking town. 

Liam huffs and puffs, his face red, as he lies on his bed while I merely kneel, carefully calculating how to escape. He is not a second-round guy, at least not tonight when I have my first gallery presentation tomorrow morning. Besides, his room is literally trashed, which is making me feel even more gross. Like, the man has never heard of a trash can, I guess. I would be terrified to see the bathroom he literally shares with his roommates. 

After a few minutes of him just laying there breathing heavily with his eyes closed (my ass killed him?) I slowly, like I'm trying not to spook a sleeping animal, try to climb off the bed. I'm unsuccessful. 

Liam's eyes dart open, and he pushes himself up onto his elbow, "Are you already leaving? It's not that late..." It's hard to tell if he wants to fuck again or cuddle because he looks like a guy who wants both from his hookups. 

I try to smile apologetically as I sweep my foot around for my clothes in the dim lighting, "Yeah, I'm sorry to leave early. I actually have to finish a project due in the morning. I just gave this my priority tonight."

He stares at me for a moment before smirking a little to himself, "Glad i took first place."

I offer him a polite laugh so as not to hurt his ego or give away the lie, "I'm glad too. Listen, thanks for tonight and everything, but I need to go," I tug on my pants and harshly jam my feet into my shoes. Fuck all if I'm going to tie my laces.

He sits up all the way on the bed and runs a hand through his hair. Again, his face gives baby and he's definitely not 6's" but i have to admit his body is pretty decent. It gives club sports athletes and future beer gut. I bet he's on the school's club rugby team. They always look like they have big dicks. His dick doesn't wave me goodbye. 

"Yeah, sure. Do you need a ride?"

I wave away the offer in the air and snatch my phone from the floor (because his beside table was covered in literal garbage and my dying pride), "Nah, I'll just catch an uber. You already gave me a ride," I wink at him and enjoy the way it makes him suddenly bashful. 

"Yeah, well...do this again sometime?" His voice rises in hope at the end.

I huff as I finish getting dressed and offer him one last polite smile, "Sure. Message me some time," I probably won't reply unless I'm desperate. Molly says that makes me a jerk but its not my fault all these men grind my gears unless they are literally grinding my gears, "I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Nobody is in his house when I slip out of his room. I carefully shut the front door behind me and dart down the stairs. Shit, it's getting cold so fast. I should have brought a coat if it didn't ruin the fit. I end up dancing on the sidewalk like a fucking idiot while I wait for an Uber. In the meantime, I take a hit of my pen, which I luckily didn't lose like last time, and scroll through my notifications. 

PM- Molly: Let me know when you get home so we can digest the dick

GC Bitchez - Molly: i just matched with a fucking engineering man 😭