The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter One

Valentine

"You sure 'bout this?" said the hoarse voice leaning against the wall a few feet away from my bed.

"yeah, I'm pretty sure about this" I replied confidently dropping all that's holding me back all these years.

The tall man tramped through the moonlit darkness of my room as he began unbuttoning his shirt as well as keeping his eye contact with me.

"Okay then, here I come" he muttered bringing his shirtless self to me.

I grabbed his belt and pulled him closer to me as I began unbuckling it. I quickly pulled his zipper down and as the excitement grew hotter, he pulled his pants down for me revealing only his boxers. He cupped my face and started putting his lips on mine. I was totally expecting him to go the rough route, as savage as he desired to, as hard as he wanted to, but I ended up disappointed that he went the soft and tender route. It was too soft, too eased like the exact same way he kissed me for the first time. I almost thought he still believed that I wasn't yet ready for this but I've already made my decision. I kissed him back letting my tongue slither out of my mouth in order to locate his own tongue. I had to do it my own way. I gave him a piece of what he's been deprived of for the past two months that we've been going out. I kissed him like a hungry wolf, intense and ardent. I noticed how surprised he was about it which is kind of turning me on and it ultimately urged him to reciprocate the same energy I was giving off. I took my shirt off for him as he began kissing my neck going slowly to my adam's apple.

"You like it rough huh" he moved away from the kiss and pushed my chest that I was thrown lying spread eagle on the bed. The growing sexual excitement made him quickly remove my shoes and pull my pants off leaving only my boxers.

"You think you can handle me" I trailed breathing heavily as I grabbed his arms and with much enough force, I slammed him on the bed. I swiftly sat on top of him and then began kissing his lips passionately going to his neck and then going down to his nipples. Our skins rubbed together like they harmonize, sharing the heat and pleasure coursing through our bodies.

"Ow shit" I heard him moan out of pleasure bluntly indicating that I was performing the exact way he wanted it. I began slipping my hand inside his boxers and finally started stroking his shaft. I was about to pull down the only fabric left on him when he grabbed my arm and toppled me down. I was switched under him this time.

We continued getting steamy through the night gloriously playing with pleasure but when I woke up the next morning he was gone. The empty space next to me still felt warm which means he just left seconds ago but I didn't even bother trying to run after him. He already got what he wants and I'm guessing he will be avoiding me from this moment on or probably staying out of my sight for as long as he can. I thought he was different than most of the guys that are hitting on me but even until now, the word stupid is still clinging on me. He was just like all the nine other guys that I've dated. Out of those nine guys that I went out with, he was just the third guy that I had sex with and little did I know he will be last.

Days went; months rolled and years flipped leading me up to this moment.

Nobody ever bothered to let me remember how terrible Mondays are. I woke up five minutes earlier than the alarm that I've set which to me is unexpectedly a first in five years. I only just started working a few days ago and yet I still keep forgetting the lingering fact that I'm already a working adult. I opted to take a cold shower today since my hangover is starting to kick me in the butt. It always feels refreshing to let cold water touch my skin and replenish the moisture it had lost from drinking booze and partying all fucking night.