That One Night Stand

41.

Suddenly, Conrad stopped showering his magical kisses and tongue on me, so close to my centre when he spoke.

"If you're enjoying this so much, why would people be saying that you're gay?"

I frowned, sitting up on my elbows glaring at him.

"Seriously?" I groaned at him. "We are doing this and you want to talk? Right fucking now?" I snapped but didn't attempt to move. I couldn't really, Conrad had my legs pinned down with his hands and arms. "You want to fucking talk with that tongue instead of fucking me?" I was in a way offended.

Conrad's eyes went dark as he leered back at me, raising his head. "Oh no, there are many things I want to do to you that include my tongue and fucking, but yes, I want an answer."

"Ha!" I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head and wiggled up more, but Conrad's grip tightened before he yanked me back to where I was originally laid, his eyes not leaving me. "No, that's not fair." I whimpered out to him but that only made Conrad smirk.

"Tell me." He whispered, lowering his mouth and placing a kiss just above my pelvis. I let out a small gasp, not expecting it even though I was watching him.

"Oh god." I groaned out. Conrad was teasing me and I knew that. I just don't know how long I can hold out for. For every second I could feel his breath against me, against my skin, his face so close to my core of pleasure, it was every second I was losing getting closer to an orgasm and he wasn't even doing anything.

"Tell me why there is such a rumour? What have you been up to?" Conrad's lips were against my skin as he spoke, but I heard him clearly. I wanted to pull my hair, grab the bed sheets, but I stayed in my position, trying to glare at him, stating I was getting annoyed but everytime he kissed me, nipped me, sucked or licked me, I wanted to tilt my head back and moan.

"They, oh, they aren't rumours..." I whispered to him, wanting to sink back on the bed. "But they aren't, my, oh, not true."

"Keep going."

"They... oh fuck!" I groaned again, panting and I was a moaning mess. "Please, finish."

I felt a finger slid inside of me and I laid back on the bed, my arms above my head, holding on to the sheets in my fists.

Conrad must have lost interest in me speaking, his effort with his mouth went harder and faster as I wrapped my legs around his head and shoulders. Magic wasn't the best word to describe what Conrad was doing to me but I couldn't think of anything better.

I felt an orgasm come closer and I bit my lips together, squeezing my eyes shut as the feeling took over and I released a long and pleasurable moan, my thighs tightening, my muscles contracting and my toes curling as I stayed with the ride it gave me.

But as much as that orgasm gave me pleasure, I knew we weren't done and I didn't expect for Conrad to finish.

His lips were on the inside of my thigh, I wasn't paying too much attention through my haze as Conrad climbed on top of me, filling me with his erection and before I could fully recover from one orgasm, another one was starting to build.

****

After our sweaty session, I didn't hesitate to get dressed, not sticking around this time and I left the room as quickly as I could.

What welcomed me was a dark room. Tiffany no where in sight, the place was empty and the lights were off.

"If you're looking for a saviour, you're out of luck." I heard behind me and saw Conrad enter, shirtless as he went to the fridge for a water bottle.

"Where is Tiffany?" I asked meekly, my hopes of a rescue gone.

"Gone to LA."

My whole body blackened at the news. When did this happen? How come I wasn't told? "How would you know?" I snapped at him, getting cranky.

"Because I just read my text messages while you were trying to run for escape." Conrad grinned at me, holding the water bottle before drinking some more. "So we can finish our discussion now or we can get distracted again. Your call."

I hated how he was sounding so calm and bossy but I was getting the familiar feeling of butterflies again and grunted, walking to the couch and dropping to it. "I rather the distraction." I muttered under my breathe but Conrad heard me and chuckled.

"Yeah, I threw that option in there because I wanted it to sound like you had a choice. That isn't going to happen, yet."

I wanted to groan and roll my eyes but instead, all I did was sigh. "Look, Conrad, I don't do relationships. I do flings and one night stands, booty calls but not the whole holding hands, movie night, dinners and shit. I get bored so I go find sex. Simple. I love having sex and I won't deny it nor will I label it. If you want to think of me as a slut, then fine, I don't care of anyone's opinion of me. What I do is no different to what other people, men, do."

I watched as Conrad stayed where he was, listening to me. He didn't say a word, nor interupt me.

"I am not a lesbian as you know. I however, uh. As much as I enjoy sleeping with men, you, I also enjoy women."

I couldn't really see Conrad's expression, the room dark but I could still see his silhouette.

"In plainest terms, I'm bisexual."