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'Hey ... '
'What is it now?'
'Why so angry? I know what can make you feel better ;) '
'Yeah ... You to stop after two years.'
'Come on'
'You enjoy it as much as I do'
'Maybe I do.'
'But I'm not texting my ex to get it.'
'Why fuck a stranger when I can go back to someone I know?'
'Variety'
'Hahahaha ... I've had it. I just like my basic bitch.'
'So ... I'm a basic bitch, am I? Then you can fuck yourself tonight.'
'Hahaha ... Come on, joke joke'
*** USER BLOCKED ***
--&--
'It's been a week ... have you unblocked me?'
'Did you get a notification that you were still blocked?'
'I guess not. You answered. What are you doing? Wanna see a movie or something?'
'You wanna go see a movie?'
'Or something ;)'
'You're a pig. There was a reason why we broke up.'
'So ... Are you busy or what?'
'Yes.'
'Doing what?'
'Anything or anyone but you.'
'LMAO'
--&--
BUZZ ... BUZZZ ... BUZZZZ
"Why are you calling me? It's like one in the morning," I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling.
"I'm bored. I only know one other person who has insomnia like I do ... You wanna fix it?"
It's so tempting. I haven't slept well in days and I know sleeping with him will work. I sigh.
"I can tell you are considering it," the smirk is obvious in his deep voice. "Just come down to my car for a bit. I can be there in like 20 minutes."
"I'm lying in bed. I was trying to sleep." I roll onto my side and push myself into a sitting position.
"Then this will help. Just come down in what you are wearing. Who is gonna see?"
"Fine. I will leave my apartment in 20 minutes. If you aren't there I'm coming back upstairs." I push myself off the bed and walk to the bathroom, flicking on the light.
"I'll be there."
--&--
Nineteen minutes later, I'm on the elevator heading down to the lobby of my building. Pushing through the front doors, I see he is waiting for me.
He sees me walking towards the vehicle and waves slightly. I roll my eyes.
I open the passenger door and sit.
"You literally came down in your pajamas," he says looking me up and down.
"Why bother getting dressed up? You've seen it all before." I sigh and prop my chin on my palm as I lean on the door. "Are we going somewhere more discreet?"
"Yeah ... I'll drive somewhere."
We stay quiet, the silence nowhere near comfortable. I steal a quick glance at him. God, he's still so fucking handsome. His hair is darker, a more natural colour than the dark brown he sported the last time I was with him a couple of months ago. He's dressed in just a simple tee and sweatpants, slides on his bare feet.
"Still shocks me that you finally got your license," I mutter, turning back to look out the window.
"You hated driving me around. Now I can drive you."
"Crazy. You drive me crazy."
"You make that sound like it's a bad thing," he says, smirking at me. God, when he does that, his dimples really show.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Just a bit further, there's a park. You anxious to get it on?"
"Anxious to get it over with," I huff. I can see his smile from the corner of my eye.
Shortly after, he pulls into a dark parking lot of a local park, and parks in secluded stall. Turning the car off, he leans between his legs to push his chair all the way back.
"Come here," he smiles, motioning towards me. I shimmy my sleep shorts off and climb over the middle console. Straddling his thighs, I place both my palms on his chest.
"Why didn't you just ask to come up?" I ask looking down into his eyes.
"Would you have let me?" he asks, running his hands up my thighs to grab onto my hips. He leans forward to gently brush his lips against mine. "I didn't think you'd want me in your place again."
I run one of my hands up his chest to the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair. "I might have if you had asked." I run my hand through his hair. "Your hair looks good."
"Yeah, back to natural for now. You look good, but you always do, always have," he squeezes my hips, "Will you kiss me?"
"Hmm?"
"Kiss me."
I smile. "You kiss me." I tug my fingers in his hair, squeeze his chest under my palm. "You asked for this."
He leans forward, crushing his lips against mine. His hands roam up my back, pulling me closer to him. He tilts his head, slanting his mouth better along mine, deepening our kiss. His tongue traces along my bottom lip, sucking it gently. I moan, opening my mouth and allowing his tongue access. Our tongues meet and tangle together. The kiss turns sloppy, neither of us caring about the drool and saliva we are exchanging.
His lips slide along my jaw and down my neck, kissing and licking a path down. "Mmmm," he moans into my neck, "you taste so good." He spreads kisses along my neck.
"Baby," he says huskily as he noses along my neck, "sit up a bit so I can pull down my pants. I wanna feel you sitting on me."
I try and sit up on my knees while he awkwardly shimmies down his pants. He isn't wearing underwear and his cock is semi hard, laying on his thigh. Looking down, I'm still shocked at his size. "Fuck ... I sometimes forget how big you are."
He chuckles low in his throat, grabbing my ass, pulling me back down onto his lap. "I would think it would be etched into your mind, with all the fucking we did," he latches onto my neck, sucking gently then biting the skin. "Mmmm ... love the way you fit so perfectly in my lap." He grabs my waist, holding me.
"Stop teasing me so much. Use your hand."
"So bossy," he mumbles into my neck, "I thought you didn't want this?"
"Well obviously I do ... I'm here. Would you just touch me."
He chuckles against my neck, then presses his lips against it. Trailing his tongue up to my ear, he whispers, "Please? Say please?"
I grab his hair and yank his head back, forcing him to look up at me. We stare at each other, eyes locked, battling for control. Finally, he smiles.
"I can never say no to you, baby," he says, licking his lips. Moving his hand from my waist, he slowly dips it down between my legs, caressing me, my wetness. "Nothing has changed, always so wet and ready for me."
"It's disgusting the way you turn me on," I reply, loosening the grip on his hair. As his fingers dip deeper, a soft moan escapes and I close my eyes. He always knows exactly how to touch me. Gently, using two fingers, he slowly inserts them inside. Moaning, I tilt my head back, it feels so good to have his big hands touching me again.
"God, you are so sexy," he murmurs as he noses my exposed throat, "fuck, just listen to how wet you are." Besides our laboured breathing, the only other sound is the squelching of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of me.
"Oh god. Are you hard yet? I want your dick inside."
"Considering I'm the one who asked for this, you are so very demanding," he shakes his head in a chuckle. "Maybe you should touch me? Help me out?"
I quickly reach one hand down between our bodies to grab at his dick. The way we are positioned, and the way he's touching me, makes it difficult. I do my best.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he pulls my shirt up. "Open your mouth, hold onto your shirt." I do as I'm told, holding my shirt between my teeth, exposing my breasts.
"Hand back," I mumble.
"Fuck your tits look great." His mouth starts sucking on a hardened nipple as his fingers return to their previous position. His free hand squeezes my other breast and pinches the nipple. I moan as the sucking and pinching sends shivers down my back.
"Fuck ... I'm not gonna last ... I'm gonna cum," I gasp, dropping my shirt, as his fingers start moving faster.
"Pump me a bit, baby, I'm almost ready. Just hold on, I wanna fuck you ... Just hold on," he pants on my nipple, his breath making my nipple even more sensitive.
I begin to slowly pump his hard cock, flicking my thumb along the sensitive underside of its head. He's inhales sharply. "More, baby, more," he begs. I continue to pump him, paying that special attention to the head of his dick, squeeing it, rubbing it, knowing that with every pass he's getting harder and harder in my hand.
He's having a hard time concentrating on me ... He simply rests his forehead on my chest and although his fingers are still moving in and out of me, they are slower, excruciatingly so.
"Oh fuck ... I need you. I need to be in you." He pulls his fingers out and uses both hands to grab my waist. I grab his dick and we both watch as he slowly lowers me down. We both moan at the feeling. I let go and grab his shoulders, gripping tightly. "Fuck, you are so tight, baby, so tight ... Feel so good ..." he moans. He starts gently lifting his hips, pushing into me. "Fuck ... Are you okay? Is it okay?" he asks, breathlessly.
"Yes, oh god yes," I moan, "fuck me harder. It feels so good."
"Baby ... I'm not gonna last long ... It's been too long." he warns me. I don't care, I just want him to fuck me. He grips my hips tighter and starts fucking up into me with effort. I place a hand on the ceiling of the car so I don't hit my head and push down as he pushes up. "Fuck, baby, yes ... fuck ... yes," he pants through clenched teeth. Throwing his head back, he closes his eyes. Sweat begins to bead along his forehead.
"Oh shit ... I'm gonna cum ... don't stop," I groan as my clit rubs along the base of his dick.
"Say my name when you cum ... " he whispers, opening his eyes and looking up at me, pupils dilated, plump lips parted. "Please, like you used too."
I can feel the orgasm, I know it's gonna come. I lick my lips and lean over, pressing mine against his. "Don't stop, it feels too good. You make me cum so good every time," I say into his open mouth. We press our foreheads together, I know it's just a matter of seconds before I cum. "Fuck ... oh shit, I can't hold it any longer ... Oh fuck ... Joonie," I stutter out as the orgasm hits. My walls clench around his cock inside me, bringing him to orgasm. He buries his face in my neck as he pumps into me once, twice more before stopping, spent.
We sit like this for a couple of minutes. It starts to rain, heavily. The sound of the rain drops hitting the car just barely drowns out the sounds of our breathing.
"Let me move," I whisper, sitting up, his soften dick slipping out.
"Don't move yet," he says, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close. "I miss this, I really do." With his face still buried in my neck, he asks, "Tell me why we broke up again? And I'm not trying to be a jerk, cuz I really do miss you and not just this."
I run my hands through his hair. I've missed him too. The last two years have been hard, but I couldn't keep up with him. I didn't want him to be held back by me. I loved him so much; I love him so much still. It's probably why I've never found anyone else.
"You know why," I say instead of the truth. "Have you changed?"
"You wouldn't know unless you gave me a chance again."
I can't risk the heartbreak again. These hookups are hard enough.
"Can you drive me home now?"
--&--
He stares at me the whole ride back to my apartment. I can feel his eyes on me as I look out onto the dark, rain slicked streets.
As we pull up to the front doors of my building, he leans over and gently brush my cheek with his thumb.
"Don't cry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry ... I'll stop contacting you, if that's what you really want."
Choking up, I turn into his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. A strangled no barely makes it out of my lips.
"Baby," he sighs, "what are we doing ... "
"Come upstairs with me? Don't go home ..."
"Like to stay? Or just for the night?"
I'm probably making a mistake, but I miss him so much.
"Like forever."