Page 110 of Dark Room Junkie

“It will get easier,” he assured me and took my penis into his mouth.

All pain vanished, leaving only this pulling sensation, this terrible desire for more. I put both hands on his head, drew him closer to me, and devoured him with kisses. He drove me crazy as he withdrew his fingers and shoved them back in.

“Shit, how long are you going to make me wait?”

Alex straightened up and locked eyes with me, breathing heavily. Sweat covered his forehead, and a few strands fell into his face. He looked so damn hot as he looked at me in the red light, unable to keep his hands off his penis.

“You want me?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

He went to the light table and opened a drawer. Then he retreated with a condom and lube. Quickly, he put it on and lubed up his length. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Once he positioned the tip, he pushed into me, taking his time.

It took my breath away, and I struggled for air. The feeling of being filled by him overwhelmed me, and I leaned my head back. He supported my legs and began to move slowly. Forward and backward. And with each thrust, he penetrated even deeper into me.

“Let me hear you,” he said, beginning to masturbate with me.

“Fuck!” I cried out and moaned.

Alex increased the pace, fucking me harder and harder. I fell into a kind of trance and completely lost myself. The slapping of skin, Alex’s panting, and the heat in this red-lit room. Everything was just horny. As much as I wanted it to never end, Alex repeatedly hit that one spot, pushing me to the edge. And then I saw the wave rolling in.

“Oh shit, I’m about to come.”

With those few words, I lit a fuse in Alex. He clung tightly to my legs and thrust into me harder and harder, so I couldn’t control myself anymore, stroking myself faster and moaning loudly as I came on my stomach. Alex came shortly after me and almost collapsed on top of me.

“Oh damn,” he cursed, completely out of breath.

Feeling him pulsate inside me, I sought his mouth and kissed him deeply. His muscles were still trembling, and it was hard for him to stay upright.

“I have to sit down,” he said, breathing heavily, pulling out of me.

“Everything okay?” I chuckled and sat up.

“Yes!” He grinned. “More than good! Damn, it’s already over! Oh God! I need to ... Here ...”

He sank to the floor, leaned back against the wall, and sighed in relief. I followed him, approached him on all fours, and kissed him. I kept interrupting because I couldn’t stop laughing. Eventually, I sat down next to him and took a breath.

“That was nice,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “I never thought I would say something like that.”

“Because you had no control?”

“By now, I’m not even sure if that was really the case. It seems to me like you were quite vulnerable just then,” Alex said, chuckling. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He brushed his thumb against my cheekbone. “Your black eye is barely visible anymore.”

“Mhm,” I replied, knowing exactly what question was coming.

“How did it happen?”

“I imagined it was you I was fucking,” I said, shrugging. “And when that wasn’t enough, my body revolted, and I puked all over his carpet, which led to one thing after another.”

“Is that what you’d like to do? Fuck me?”

“Maybe ... eventually. But only when you’re ready,” I pulled him close and kissed him. “Don’t worry, I’m not pushing you.”

We sat there for a while, enjoying the silence. I let my gaze wander around the room and stopped at the photos of me—my sleeping self.

“I won’t use the pictures unless I have your consent,” Alex whispered.

“It’s just ... those pictures remind me too much of my shitty past. I don’t want to be in the public eye because of them, but because of my music. Because of what I can do, what I’ve worked for myself.”

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