Nightly Behaviors

Chapter 11

I collect the pieces of my scattered costume and leave the room behind as well. I walk straight to the bathroom and touch the touchscreen pad used to turn the shower on and stepped into the brown granite stoned area. In need of a calming relaxing shower I switch the droplet setting to light rain and let the pellets hit and run off my skin gently. This is a little over the top but nice.

After the shower I dry off and put on the t-shirt id been wearing for the past day. It's smelled like the axe shower gel I'd been using with a hint of something else, I couldn't really put my finger on at the moment.

I didn't bring any clean underwear so I was going to have to free ball it for the day, not that it mattered, the shirt I have covers my butt just enough to be comfortable walking around in it. I finish off my chill home attire by slipping on my bunny shoes and tossing my hair in a bun. The curls were in grave need for a good conditioning treatment.

My stomach growls and instead of going straight to the guest room, I search the kitchen for a snack. I open a few cabinets and am not surprised to see boring muscle building products: Muscle milk, Power bars, Meal supplements etc. I mean hell they were definitely working their magic on Chresanto's body but damn.

I continue on to a few more cabinets which are weirdly empty and contain no dishes, or table wear of any kind aside from one glass, one bowl, and one cup. I can see real guests and having company over aren't a priority or even thought that runs though Chresanto's mind.

The fridge is full of a bunch of all natural products like soy milk, tofu, vegetables and a bunch of other weird unappetizing shit, and finally I open the freezer. Jackpot.

Chocolate caramel swirl ice cream. My mouth waters at the sight. I haven't had ice cream in forever. I quickly grab the small pint and debate whether or not I should eat his only cup.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" Before I can turn around Chresanto had already snatched the pint of ice cream from my chilled finger tips. He looked angry.

"I'm hungry." I shrug obviously not getting the big issue.

He throws the ice cream back in the freezer and slams it shut. "Don't touch my shit, it's mine."

At this point I'm hungry my stomach is twisting and I'm not in the mood for Chresanto's attitude. I turn away without saying much of anything and start walking toward the counter to my far right and grab the cordless phone off of it.

A great force thrusts me forward into the counter and my stomach receives the impact making me whimper. It's a few seconds before I realize the phone is no longer in my hands and is in Chresanto's. "I said don't touch my shit." he spits through his teeth.

"I'm calling take out Chresanto stop being a dick for more than 5 seconds. I'm hungry." I argue darting my hand out towards the phone gripped in his hands. He dodges my hand and chuckles. "It's mine, use your own phone."

His sudden change in attitude doesn't seize to surprise me as he lifts the phone over his head.

"I don't have one." I cross my arms and waited for him to make fun of that fact.

"You should get one then." I continue to reach for the phone. "If you can get it, you can use it for one minute."

I roll my eyes and I jump up to try to get it, my hand hits it managing to knock it from his hand causing it the crash to the floor. I do my best to meet with it before Chresanto does and in the process my shirt flies up exposing my entire backside.

"Damn," Chres reaches down and smacks it lightly. I shou his hand away and stand to my feet.

"I like it when your on all fours for me like that." He teases smirking.

I roll my eyes and start towards the phone book also resting on the counter and flip through the pages. "I want Chinese take out."

Chresanto bumps me out the way playfully with his hip and flips through a few pages then points to something. "Best takeout ever."

I glance down at the number and begin to dial. After a few seconds a person answers.

"Fourty-five seconds left."

I ignore him and continue with my order. "Hello I want a delivery of Sesame Chicken with..uhm two egg rolls and a side of chicken fried rice please."

I take the phone away from my face and cover the mouth piece. "You want anything?"

"I want ass." Chresanto grins and gets behind me. I push him away and turn around to face him. "Stop it." He lifts me up and sits my on the counter. "You can't have shit until I get some food nigga." 

"Will that be all?" The woman on the other line asks sweetly, her accent heavy.

"Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."

Chresantos had slithers between my legs and he starts moving his fingers in rapid circular movements building a familiar pressure on my sweet area. "Mhmm... Yes yes that'll be all." I moan.

"Ok give 30 minutes for food. Can I have delivery address please?"

"Ok one moment please." I put the phone down for a few seconds and hope she can't hear my heavy panting through the other line. "Stop it before I hurt you." I demand.

"Go ahead. Five, four." A sly smirk plays his lips as he moves his finger from my clit to my tight and wet area sticking himself deep inside me and pulling out slowly. I grab his wrist and try to remove his hand. "You totally skipped the teens you cheater." He laughs and continues counting down. 

"Address." 

I can barely get it out. He smiles and takes the phone from my hand reciting his address to the Asian woman on the line and then hanging up immediately after.

"One...Now please shut up and let me finger you." His once paused hand slowly begins to move again faster and faster with every second. I find myself grabbing onto his shoulders and scratching him and digging into his back as it goes on. He winces sexily and gives me a seducing glare and bites on his bottom lip. He seems to like the pain.

After a minute passes I am once again overflowing on Chresantos hand and his fingers are still tracing my moistened area. "I love watching come." He chuckles and turns on his sink to wash his hands.

I love having him make me come.