Escort (Manxman) (On Hold)

Chapter 10

Possible trigger warning.

I hate him.

I hate how he just pulls people's attention toward himself without even trying.

He's a constant pain in the ass, a never ending spiral of guilt trips.

Tyler pisses me off like nobody else could. Ever since he found out about his illness, it was Tyler this and Tyler that. Nobody ever asked me how I was, I'm just another one of Tyler's friends. Now I hear he's into dudes too? Since when? Has he always been checking me out all this time and I just never noticed? I mean, come on man! I used to get changed in the same locker room as him in gym!

That can't be okay!

What a creeper.

He's been perving on me from a distance, being a sneaky little shit acting all innocent to get his own way and get some attention.

Maybe he wasn't even sick.

I hate him.

I hate him so much I didn't try to stop him drinking tonight, even though it probably messes with his medication.

So much so, that i didn't care when he started grinding up on that big angry looking giant of a man.

Fuck Tyler.

Maybe that massive Italian guy will smash him in two and give the little bitch something to really cry about.

That's why I chose to ignore the foggy looks, the clouded gaze and head dropping side to side as he was lead out of my sight. I didn't see a thing and nobody, not even Tyler, could say I had. It's not like he'll remember anyway.

I just downed another shot and staggered forward, jumping back into the crowd to the sound of 1000 miles.

Tiff made her way across the dance floor, her wobbling heels swaying her body at completely fucking ridiculous angles no human body should be able to survive. Her voice crowing over the loud music I was trying to enjoy.

"Pete, have you seen Ty!?"

"WHAT!?" I just kept on dancing.

"HAVE YOU SEEN TY!!?"

"BATHROOM!" I yelled pointing in the opposite direction.

Tiff quickly took off, pushing through people like a train with little to no mercy. She was on a mission and nobody could get in the way when that happened.

I lost sight of her fairly quickly and spotted a hot looking girl by the bar to try my luck on, making my way over.

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Tyler POV:

Dancing felt good, it made me feel alive!...And thirsty...And kinda sweaty.

I hadn't been this drunk in forever, my ability to hold myself back was always so impaired I simply didn't want to put myself into that situation again. Too many idiot things were done when i was drunk in school before the diagnosis.

Plus, any alcohol I take messes with my medication and really fucks with my head.

My eyes feel heavy and my head has fallen back onto someone's chest as we dance, moving my hips side to side to the beat of the music I raise my hands and hold them up above my head to wrap around the neck behind me. His huge hands are gliding down my chest to my waist sending chills of pleasure along my body and up my spine. My breathing is heavier, back arching with the movement of his hands pressing my hips to his and my ass against his crotch as we move side to side and grind to the song.

There's a grunt sound in my ear and that's the only warning i get before he spins me with him, a tight grip on my wrist, and pulls me along to the exit of the nightclub. My senses are all over the place as I stagger to keep up, he's much faster than i am and my drunken state isn't making it easy for me to realise hes taking me away.

I get one look at the back of Pete's head as the door shuts and we're suddenly outside in the chilling night air "m-my friennds~~" I manage out, pointing at the door and staring at it with a needy pout as I'm dragged across the parking lot, heading for a black Mercedes.

"Your friends won't miss you, they want you to have fun" he spoke in a thick Italian accent.

They do?

We were going to have more fun?

He's Italian?

"Oh~" i chuckled and swayed as he let me go and opened my door to let me in "get in" he said cooly.

"Where..where are we goin?~" i ask with a smile, stumbling slightly into the car.

For ice cream!?

I hope it's french fries.

"French fries?~" i asked, dropping my head back on the head rest and closing my exhausted eyes. There were stars, shining stars in my vision. The room was turning..well..the car was turning...maybe it was actually turning, hold on.

I blinked an eye open.

Yeah it's actually turning.

But so was my head!

"No, not french fries. But your mouth amd stomach will be full" he chuckled, leaving the nightclub behind us.

Groaning I let myself slip into an uncomfortable sleep as this massive Italian muscle machine drove me somewhere i had no idea of.
The shrill sound of dance music and a stench of cigarettes hit me at one point, but I couldn't concentrate on any one thing.. feeling like my mind was swirling around in a daze.

I didn't know if I'd fallen asleep or if I'd had another black out, those were more likely due to the high amount of alcohol, but the next thing I knew I was panting hard on my back in a dimly lit room on a soft bed with a giant Italian fucking the life out of me.

Snapping into the scene like someone who had flipped through a book to a random chapter and started reading from page 53, My eyes widened at the realisation of where I was and what i was doing, and it hurt a LOT. I had no idea if he even prepped me, but it hurt.

My smaller frame was completely naked, a chill ran through me at the painful thrust forward. My back ached as I pulled myself from the mattress and threw my head back to cry out "aahh!~"

When did this start?

"Ahh! Mmph ah! AHH!!~"

he's huge!!

Too big!! Too big, too big!!

He attacked my neck with bites and kisses, groaning into each one "your flavor, it's delicious" he thrust harder inside and out of me, my legs around his waist, his hands went up pinning my thighs down so he could go deeper and I lost the ability to scream.

"Sweet and hot, you taste like spices"
He huskily growled out, a preditory look in his eye.

He licked his lips and watched me shudder and melt beneath him.

I felt like a mouse caught in a trap, with a cat pacing back and forth ready to devour me.