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“That’s not how it came across,” he says. “We aren’t animals.”
He leans down and kisses me gently. Softly. His lips barely whispering across mine. And when he slips his tongue in to meet mine, it’s a gentle greeting that I receive. Tenuous in its exploration even after more than a year together.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy how tender Hunter is with me. But every so often, I wish he’d just push me against the wall and slam in balls deep. Like he can’t control himself, like his attraction for me, his need to possess, is so overpowering he loses all control.
But he doesn’t.
And that needs to be okay.
12
Pax
I know better than to trust Gregor with setting me up on a blind date. And it’s not that he would pick someone so wrong for me, he wouldn’t if he knew them. But since I pretty much know everyone that Gregor does, they’re all ruled out. If he’s setting me up, it’s because his own date has a friend who needs one. Which is what has happened tonight.
Becky, Gregor’s date, is amazing. A single mom who works for an international marketing firm. She’s beautiful, funny, smart, outgoing. Gregor is smitten, I can tell. Not that it would take much. Hell, I’m practically smitten. And she’s a hell of a bowler.
My date, on the other hand, is one of those girls who issoopposite of her friend you wonder how they ever get along with one another. Her name is Tricia but says everyone calls her Trix. However, when I do the same, she says I have to earn the right. Okay. No problem. I’m all for female empowerment in any way you need or want. You are woman, I hear you roar. And I’ll call you Tricia while you do it.
We get to the bowling alley at the respective time, deciding to order food from the concession stand as opposed to hitting a restaurant beforehand. Becky’s idea. And I’m a fan. Chips with melted faux-cheese never taste so good as from a concession stand. Whether movie theater, ball game, or bowling alley, there is something about that oddly orange liquid goodness drowning round, salty chips and covered in soggy jalapeños, that just hits the fucking spot. Especially when accompanied by a beer.
Becky and Gregor share a hotdog, popcorn, and nachos. Which is funny because I know for a fact Gregor could eat all three as just his appetizer. But it’s cute to see him split it with his date, even giving her the bigger half of the hotdog. I guarantee we’ll be stopping somewhere on the way home for food.
We’ve split into teams, Becky and Gregor against Trix and me. Sorry,Triciaand me. She sucks at this game just as much as I do. It’s pretty much a shutout. Becky and Gregor score strike after strike while Tricia and I are lucky to knock out the middle five on any given first try. Our (lack of) skill ensuring neither of us will never get the spare/split on the second go-round.
Which means it’s time to make this game interesting. So, I propose to Tricia that we do a shot every time we don’t get the spare. Which has us pretty much doing a shot with every turn in the lane. Tricia chases her shots with water. I, on the other hand, chase mine with beer. It doesn’t take long before I’m sloppy and she’s fired the fuck up. Not a good combination. I take to slapping her on the ass after she collects her ball, but before she lines up her shot. Because I adhere to bowling protocol and don’t bother the bowler in wait. She, in turn, starts to sit on my lap during Gregor and Becky’s turns.
Before long we’re making out and shortly after that, she’s going down on me in the men’s restroom. She deep throats so well my eyes cross.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” I moan.
“Call me Trix,” she mumbles around my cock.
Apparently, having my cock in her mouth gives me the right to call her Trix. She takes me to the brink of coming and lets me slip from her lips with a “pop” sound.
“Oh, don’t stop,” I complain.
“I want you to come inside me,” she whines.
My brow furrows. “Inside you?”
“Fuck me.” She draws the words out as she unbuttons her jeans and starts to push them down her thighs.
“Uh. Okay.” I mean, it’s one thing to get a blow job in the handicapped stall at the bowling alley. But it’s a whole other to have sex. It’s a family establishment. Kids could come in, for god’s sake.
Still, I comply.
I grab a condom from my wallet and rush to put it on before I think too hard on the wisdom of this latest life choice and go soft. She turns her back to me and leans forward, resting her hands on the toilet seat, turning my stomach slightly. Who knows what’s been on that seat? And those same hands were just on my cock.
Ugh.
It doesn’t stop me.
I still slide my cock in, grab her by the hips, and start to pound away.
“Oh god, yes!” she screams.
Screams.
