Page 54 of Wreckage of My Life
I cut her off. “This is the last time, Becca. You need to delete my number and forget you met me.”
“But I… You…” She starts waving her hands around, pointing at my cock that’s in recovery mode, but still not too shabby, I notice when my eyes go that way. “You just let me give you a blow job knowing that I’d never see you again after it?” She finally manages to form a full sentence, and if it was humanly possible, steam would be coming out of her ears.
“What did you think we were doing?” I am confused by what’s happening here. Not like I came here to whisk her away to paradise. I got enough shit going on in my life. That’s all I need, add another person I’d have to be responsible for.
“I-I…” she’s stuttering now, looking still furious but also possibly embarrassed. “You’re such an asshole,” she finally mutters and crosses her arms over her chest.
“I thought that’s why you liked me,” I tease her and pull on a loose strand of her hair, bringing her closer to me.
“Who said I liked you?” she deadpans.
“Well, you sucked my cock down your throat to the point where I thought it’d reach down to your pussy,” I shrug. “So, I assumed you liked me just a little. Or was that a hate suck?”
Her head bobs up and down in confirmation. “Definitely a hate suck.”
My cock has had enough rest at this point if the way it hardens and starts pointing at her is any indication.
“How about a couple of hate fucks then?”
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Becca
There’sa loud noise coming from somewhere, but all I want to do is sleep. I blindly reach around until I can locate a pillow, then pull it over my head.
“Becca, open up!” Emily’s distressed voice comes through the protective layer of the pillow, and my head pops up. I feel wide awake now.
A glance to the side confirms that Dylan is no longer in my room. I didn’t expect him to be. He did tell me last night that this was it for us. Actually, better yet, there is no us, so…
I run both hands over my face, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I feel dead. He kept to his promise and fucked me a couple of times last night. He also bit and sucked and licked on every available inch of my skin, except for my cheeks. On my face, ha.
“Becca,” Emily bangs on my door again. “Wake the hell up! It’s urgent!”
I finally snap out of my stupor caused by lack of sleep and being thoroughly fucked. Since I am completely naked, and I’d rather my friend didn’t see me like that, I take the sheet with me and wrap it around and over my boobs, then finally pad to the door, taking my time undoing the lock and pulling it open.
“Em, what time is it?” My voice sounds scratchy, and I definitely don’t have it together, not even a little bit.
“Becca!” She grabs me in a tight hug, squeezing the life out of me. “Are you okay?”
“What?” I try to push her off me, but she won’t let go. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I’m so confused.
“He got arrested, I thought he did something to you!” She sounds frantic and almost in tears now. My heart is beating out of my chest when my brain finally starts processing what she just said.
“Who got arrested, Em?”
“Your guy. Why didn’t you tell me he was in a gang?” She is almost shaking me now, her hands on my shoulders, squeezing as she moves me back and forth.
“What? I…”
“I was downstairs getting a cup of coffee with the cute driver. And, oh my god,” she lets go of me now and slaps a hand over her chest, “he is in a gang, too!” Her eyes fill with water, and she’s gasping for air. “I had sex with a gang member, Becca,” she leans into me and whispers dramatically.
“Em, focus!” I don’t have the patience to listen to her personal drama from last night. “What do you know about Dylan?”
“Who’s Dylan?” The confusion on her face would make me laugh under normal circumstances.
“You said you saw him getting arrested,” I stomp my bare foot on the floor, realizing that I am naked under this damn sheet, and I need to get dressed, stat.
“No, I saw Wrecker getting arrested. I don’t know who Dylan is. You spent the night withtwoguys?” Her voice goes up quite a few octaves, making it sound super squeaky, like a toy. I seriously hope I’m going to remember this later when we’ve calmed down, so that I can make fun of her for it.
