Drugs Of NYC

Chapet 11 - Dawn of the day

After his last and may I say, great, thrust he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his bare chest. His heart was racing, I could feel it against my cheek. The constant thumps. We were both panting like wild animals as we tried to catch our breath. He took a hand full of his smoky, wet black hair and tossed it from his eyes. He just allowed me to lay on top of him while he snaked both arms around my lower back. He planted his chin on my head and softly stroked my hair. I couldn't believe what I had just done. Besides cheating on my boyfriend, I had just had one of the best orgasms of my life. A sheet ripping and back clawing orgasm. I wasn't proud of it but it felt damn good.

"Didn't it feel great to just let all your pent up love, hate relationship out?" He asked getting his breaths to a normal level. "I mean really let it all out."

"I guess so." I shrugged, trying to play off my actual satisfaction.

"Stop fucking with my ego." He laughed. "You know it was fucking amazing."

True.

"It was average." I murmured into his chest. "Maybe a little above average."

"Maybe? Do I need to give you a reminder of who you're dealing with?"

"No thanks, I'm well aware." My eyebrows furrowed at the cold, slippery sensation running down my thigh. "Can you just shut up and we cuddle now?" It felt weird saying that word to another guy, but it was just what I wanted to do now.

"Do I look like a fucking care bear? I do not cuddle, Tessa." I could feel his jaw moving on the top of my head. "I'm just going to lay here with you until you feel ready to get the fuck up."

"I guess I'll deal." I smirked. We were silent for all of about forty seconds until he opened his mouth again.

"When's the last time you had sex? Before Ken."

I search my mind. It hadn't been a year had it? Wow, it actually had.

"Twelve long months." I groaned. "Twelve depressing months. You?"

"Before this? Maybe eh, two weeks ago. Veronica and I still bang from time to time." My eyebrows furrowed and I could feel slight jealousy wash over me.

"You guys broke up though." I tried to keep my voice calm.

"Yeah. But we're on that cool level where we can fuck and just get eachother off. Beats my hand anyday." He emphasizes 'anyday'. "It's really convenient having a piece of ass on call just waiting for you. Zero emotions. Non of that dating shit and flowers."

"Is dating that horrifying to you?"

"Since it almost came between all of my friends and I...yes. Girls are a hassle. Dating is a hassel."

He was dead on with the whole dating thing. It was stupid. You had to meet parents, buy gifts, put in effort to keep someone liking you. When really it should just be a breeze of you being yourself and that person loving every second of it.

"My last boyfriend was normal. He was just a normal guy and we did normal things."

"Normal things?" He asked as if it sounded foreign to him.

"You know, going out to eat, watch movies on a Friday night, hold hands in public, take silly photos at a booth. Normal things." I shrugged.

"Uh...huh." I could tell he wasn't exactly following. "So you were a normal happy couple?"

"Normal couple yes. Not so sure about the happy part."

"You didn't feel happy? At least once?"