Chapter II

Ding. “It’s a match!”

Ding.

Hey

     Hi stranger

How’s your day so far?

     Good, about to finish up with work

     You?

Worked from home today

What do you do?

     Food and bevs

     At this place called Copper Room

Oh damn

My apartment’s only a few building’s away from there

Probably have seen you

     😯

     Probably, yeah

Seems like a solid gig

Since it’s near

Wanna come over?

     Depends

     What do you have in mind?

Hmm well

What are you looking for? 😜

     As of now, just to chill

     But that’s probably a lie

😅

What’s the truth then?

     We’ll probably fuck in the end

     Spoiler alert

😂 well

Come

I don’t mind spoilers

     Address?

Did you end your shift?

I can come down and get you

     Yeah my shit ended

     *shift

😂

Wait for me there
* * *

His left hand started to head up from my knees, caressing my inner thigh. He started pressing and rubbing my private part through my underwear with his fingers. A small jolt travelled all the way to the base of my throat and I let out a trembling sigh. His other hand moved from holding my waist to the breasts above it, cupping it gently while rubbing my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I pressed my head onto his chest, his big stature firmly accepts with a thud. He proceeded to lift my chin up and our eyes met. He pressed his lips on mine, hard, and his warm breath hovers around as he started to agressively explored lips, tongue, and oral crevices. Involuntary moans and other miscellanious sound started coming out of me. His lips, shoulders, and hands are all working simultaneously, gauging my reactions then responding to it by breathing deeper, grabbing harder, flicking faster. I felt pressure building up from the inside, pushing my hands against his chest as I tried to gasp for air to say ‘keep going’. He didn’t let words escape my mouth and kissed me deeper. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers curling into his back as my whole body clenched up. In this visionless release, I can smell his sweat and heard his growl of affirmation as my lower body continuously spasming, still enveloping his dick. When I opened my eyes, I saw imaginary stars twinkling in the air. His hand, strategically placed on my back, was the only support I had for the body that have lost its own energy to be able to support itself to sit. There are still throbbing sensations that made my whole body twitch as seconds go by.

“Damn, you’re so sexy.” His thumbs stroked my waist as he runs his gaze slowly upon my body. Our eyes met again as both catch our breath. He nudged my collarbone with his nose and gave a sudden playbite on my nipple. Once again my body convulsed.

“Hey, um, can we continue this in the bedroom?” I hesitantly asked. He raised his eyebrows curiously. He got a small pointy scar on his left eyebrow. I gently rubbed the scar and traced down to his jaw.

“It’s not comfortable enough here?” He bounced both of us in place. Another nudge and twitch in the womb. He smirked.

“It is, but I just don’t want to stain it.” We both started looking at the surface of the light grey-colored sofa we’ve been sitting on for the past thirthy minutes or so. Based on my experience, it would be easier to wash stained sheets rather than linen sofa covers.

“You’re right. Let’s head to the bed, pornstar!” Suddenly he lifted my body into the air. My legs automatically straddled his waists and my hands clinging around his neck. I giggled as he swung me around and slapped one of my bum in amusement. We reached the bedroom and didn’t waste any second to wrestle each other for the sake of pleasure.

I woke up in darkness, but somehow knew that

I was looking up to a ceiling. The muscle stud that adventurously fucked me for hours is asleep on my left, while the weaning moon shines through the window on my right. I saw a digital alarm clock on the table near the window. 4.05 AM. I don’t think I could go back to sleep, I thought to myself. It’s been awhile since I had multiple wild intercourse in one meeting. It would be really convenient if this guy would like to continue this beneficial meetings in a long term. If not, well settling down for a great and empowering one night stand is enough, too.

Suddenly the pile of sturdy, naked muscles turned towards me, an arm flinged then landed right below my breasts. In his unconscious deep sleep, his hands recognized that something familiar is present which is shown by how his hand followed the curvature of my upper waist. He holds it and pulled me slightly closer to where he weighted himself on the bed. I felt slightly disoriented from what it seemed to be a habit of his subconscious. We live in a world where beautiful beings such as he and others have to rely on a dating app just to get a well-intended sex. The convenience is revolutionary, but I wonder if the loneliness that tends to come afterwards, is necessary? As I observed his face in the limited amount of moonlight, my eyes fell on his eyebrow scar again. Without giving much of a thought, my index finger caress it, feeling the small embossed flesh. A forever-characteristic of a person, nurtured out of pain. I silently underlined the statement in my mind.

As I continue to caress his face down to his stubbles, his hand caught my wrist gently with his eyes still closed. He then placed my arm around his waist as he brings himself closer to snuggle his head right in between my breasts. He smiled in satisfaction, breathing peacefully like a baby.

I glanced at the clock again. 4.24 AM. I tucked my chin gently on the top of his head and wondered whether I should leave quietly before the sun rises.