Complexities | 18+

Let's Play

It had been a very short twenty-four hours since Abel pulled his tight fitted boxers that seemed glued to his buttocks. It was his smile at me as he tugged up his loose fitted pants back on and with a passionate kiss had gone and left my apartment that really lingered.The night I spent with him had been life changing to the point I couldn't get the series of events out of my head. It just kept playing and replaying, especially anytime I was reminded about him. Like when laying in bed as the alarm rudely went off and I slowly woke up. Lying there with my gorgeous Liv right beside me, gently her soft naked body rising and falling as she was quietly snoring. All I could think about was how the weight of Abel's sexy firm body felt on top of me as we snogged for what felt like hours. I couldn't even lay there and slowly wake up good, no I had to just get out of bed and into the shower. A cold one to be sure I didn't waste too much time... messing around in there.

Getting into work just half past four in the morning, the smell of coffee beans slapped me in the face and right back to the other morning, when Abel had been in my bed as I woke. That morning I had gotten up and tried to please him by making him his morning coffee, bringing it back to the bed so he wouldn't have to get up yet. I truly was his loyal servant. When he sat up, the blankets fell into his lap and showed off an chiseled chest that had clearly been marked up by my own mouth. Even with his long tangled bed head hair, he looked absolutely stunning. I held that image for far too long as I helped get things ready to open for the day.

It didn't stop there. The morning at work was a busy one, as it was Friday, and we were slammed. Still, everything made me think of the long night I spent with Abel and took me off my game. It was no time to be distracted, but every time I bent over to get more supplies under the counter I felt a twinge of pain from my slightly sore ass and then I was right back in the past again. The delightful memory of his sweaty body slamming against mine.

I discovered that I really enjoyed getting pounded as I death gripped the pillows beneath me. The room had been filled with the sounds of my moaning and his hips slapping my ass as well as the aroma of sex. His hands, both rough and soft at the same time, were holding me at my waist and shoulder. After only a couple minutes into that round, my headboard was smacking the wall hard. Hard enough that the paint had been chipped and scuffed.

"Aaron! Need you at the drive thru." My colleague barked, I snapped out of it, realizing I had been flat out ignoring the headset going off in my ear. I got back to work, trying what I could to clear my mind and do my job. Of course I was not that lucky, my mind wandered so much I was messing up orders and dealing with pissed early commuters. The worst kind of complainers.

Leaning over the counter of the drive thru, listening to the man outside screaming at me over putting oak milk instead of "good ol' real American milk'' into his latte, at that moment I really didn't care, my head was elsewhere all together. It was back in my kitchen where I had come out to clean up the coffee mugs Abel and I used. Before I knew it, the long haired god was behind me, bending me over the sink and with a practiced skill lubing up my lightly used hole. It had been magnificent the way he slipped his cock in without a condom and began fucking me right there, my hips banging and hitting the edge much like I had done to Liv in the bathroom days before.

When the end of the work day came, I could not be more enthusiastic to still be employed having not fucked up so badly since I started. Normally I was so efficient in a fast paced environment like that. It was humiliating to fuck up so much, though also impossible to control when my mind was helplessly wondering. I thought maybe all I needed was to get home.

Yeah, I just needed to get away from work and into the sanctuary of the apartment and be alone to get over this distracting fog. But, stepping inside, I soon realized that I was not going to get that relief. Not when Abel's ugly overly large Balenciagas were in the entrance. It was obvious Liv had gone to work, her sneakers and purse were gone, I knew he must have been there alone. Strange, but not overly unsettling. She probably spent the morning with him. Who knew what they were getting up to while I was away? Playing chess and drinking tea? Who am I kidding?