Page 89 of Dark Room Junkie

One thing at a time.

I stepped out of the shower and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had lost even more weight. As a result, I felt weak and lethargic.

Steffan is out there waiting for you to fuck him. So get moving already.

I shook off the miserable feeling and combed my hair. As I did, I tried to visualize images that sexually aroused me. I struggled to get in the mood until I allowed myself to think about Alex. The way he had taken me every time, with such intensity yet so full of emotion, sent shivers down my spine. The warmth gathered in my center, and I felt my cock stirring.

A good sign. Besides, so much pressure had built up in the past few days, I should hardly be able to wait to release it. I tied my hair into a knot, slipped into the boxers, and left the bathroom.

“That was quick,” Steffan said, surprised, as I approached him on the sofa. His greedy gaze roamed over my body and lingered on my crotch. “And as I see it, someone is already ready.”

I licked my lips and smiled. “And how about you?”

“You’re welcome to get me in the mood,” he replied and began undoing his belt.

I sank to my knees between his legs and unzipped his pants. Steffan turned off the TV and stroked my cheek. His eyes sparkled with lust, and he stuck his thumb in my mouth. I leaned forward and freed his cock from his pants, kissing and caressing it. It didn’t take long, and he was as hard as a rock.

“Damn, you’re hot,” Steffan said, standing up.

He pulled me by the wrist to the bedroom. Right in front of the bed, he turned to me, grabbed my head with both hands and buried his tongue in my mouth. Meanwhile, I stripped off his pants and unbuttoned his shirt. As I slid my hands over his naked butt, he pulled down my shorts. With a firm grip, he wrapped both our cocks and rubbed them together.

As much as I wanted to relieve the pressure, somehow my body still felt like a robot. There was no warmth and far too little passion for what I was doing to give me more pleasure. I pushed Steffan onto the bed, grabbed the lube and a condom from the drawer, and climbed in beside him.

“On all fours,” I commanded.

Steffan obeyed me because that’s what turned him on. He offered me his ass and could hardly wait for me to touch him. But first, I put on the condom and positioned myself behind him with the tube.

“Damn it, Noé, what’s taking so long?” As I worked on his entrance, he groaned and pressed against me. “What are you waiting for?”

I placed myself behind him, positioned my tip, and entered him.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned.

My breath nearly stopped, and the tight feeling in my chest returned. Mixed with the throbbing desire, I had no idea what was happening to me. And since I couldn’t name what was going on inside me, I did the only thing I could do in this situation. I dug my hands into Steffan’s hips and thrust. Again and again. Harder and harder. And firmer. As if I wanted to halt this strange feeling that was spreading inside me. But it simmered within me and flared up a little more with each thrust.

“Faster!” Steffan called out, lifting his head.

I knew he loved it when I strangled him, so I leaned forward and pulled him up by the neck. But it felt so wrong. Everything! And yet, I couldn’t stop. So I thought of Alex. Imagined that it was him I was fucking here. If I wanted to stay here overnight, I had to do it. As quickly as possible, while my cock was still hard. I grabbed him even tighter and increased the pace.

“Yes! Just like that!” Steffan groaned, emitting a loud growl.

And suddenly something exploded inside me. Not an orgasm. Something else. Something terrible. Like a fire spreading within me, pressing on every nerve and crushing my insides to mush. I broke free from Steffan and doubled over, falling to the side and off the bed as I vomited on the light gray carpet.

I made retching noises and distorted sounds. It was impossible for me to determine where the pain was coming from. My muscles cramped uncontrollably, I felt dizzy, and I stumbled to the ground beside the vomit, as if someone had kicked me hard in the stomach.

“Damn it!” Steffan exclaimed, alarmed. “What the hell is this?”

He sprinted out of the room and came back with a bucket of water and a rag. While I struggled to pull myself together, he sank down beside me and began to clean up. My stomach had already been empty, so it was just bile that I had retched up.

“Sorry,” I said dazedly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

I didn’t care that the carpet was more important to him than my well-being; it didn’t even surprise me. I was just glad that the cramps were subsiding.

“Go wash up and get dressed!” Steffan ordered in a fit of anger.

With great effort, I pulled myself up from the bed and staggered on unsteady legs into the bathroom. I rinsed out my mouth in the sink and glanced at myself in the mirror. I had no idea what had just happened, but it seemed like my body was resisting with all its might against what I had forced upon it. The sight of my reflection was almost unbearable, so I leaned forward and splashed my face. The aftereffects of the cramps shot through my body like lightning, and it was difficult for me to stay on my feet.

“Why are you still standing here?” Steffan cursed behind me. “I said, get dressed!”

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