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Hello readers that still lurk somewhere! I am back, slowly but yes.
My excuses are study and a relationship that has just finished a few weeks ago. I have set myself a goal to keep writing. Please help me with reviews XD
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Two Hearts
Y la verdad es que no soy tan fuerte como lo pensaba (I’m not as strong as I thought
Mi voz se quiebra, estoy temblando de miedo, pues sin ti no soy nada (my voice breaks, I’m trembling with fear, because without you I’m nothing)
Let me tell you, there’s nothing more sexy that the guy you like holding you down, softly but yet firm and smirking at you.
“I was thinking about mutual pleasure.” He whispered, making sure to kiss my cheeks and caressed my face with his free hand, “Although I don’t think you might be up to it.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I reply squirming a bit to kiss him back, but he just lifts his head slightly making it impossible to reach him.
He smirks at my pout, “Because you’d loose concentration.”
“Wanna try me?” yes, I am incredibly horny at this point. Every touch and kiss is making me regret the fact that I’m a virgin. If I weren’t I wouldn’t have so many issues in having great sex with Victor. Yes, I am convinced it would be totally great sex.
He lifts a slim dark eyebrow, “You asked for it. You have to be on top.” We change positions, and in the way, I’m able to steal a kiss. “You would now have to turn around” he whispers again, but with some doubt in his voice, as if asking if it’s ok with me.
I’m on all fours above him, and suddenly the realization comes of what we’re going to do. I comply, feeling more nervous about the fact I have no experience in sucking, “I’m not good at this.” I state but still turn around to see Victor hard against his abs.
“If you want to stop you just have to tell me.” He rubs my leg, but I just grin at him and turn to the desired position. What can I say? I am intrigued in doing this, it would happen at some stage in my life anyway.
“I-I want to give it a shot at least.” I place my weight on my knees and my left arm. I give it a few hard strokes with my free hand as warming up. I stroke as if I were pleasuring myself and hear a low groan behind me. “Can you really have pleasure having my ass on your face.” I joke.
“Believe me,” Victor’s voice is low and husky, “This is very exciting, and welcoming.” I suddenly feel his hands traveling slowly from my knees to my thighs and then to massage my ass. I give small wet lick at the hard head and Victor answers licking my sack.
I instantly push my bottom higher, “Aah!” I lick the tip before me completely. The swirl of heat and lust engulfs me. Victor licks the underside of my shaft, plays softly with my sack and quickly swallows it. I moan, making more saliva to lubricate Vic as I start sucking and moving my head up and down, with a hungry tempo.
I realize this isn’t the best idea if I don’t want to break my neck, so I decide to suck the head into a vacuum and work the base with my hand. But I have to say, it is difficult to concentrate completely when you feel so much pleasure. My knees start to feel very weak, but I am glad he’s holding me in place. My breath is very agitated and I am huffing through my nose and bucking my hips.
At some point it seems we are in a competition to see who makes the first one come, even though this would mean less pleasure for the other at the point of orgasm. We suck and lick, sometimes I imitate something when I feel it making shivers run through my spine. I keep trying to control my hips and trilling knees, but this new pleasure is too much, and I finally stop sucking him to grit my teeth while I moan and come shivering.
I don’t know how but I end up lying beside Vic and watching his face while jacking off. He makes really sexy sounds when coming, like an animal or something. My brain is blank and far away in la-la-land. He falls back onto the pillow and holds me against him breathing hard. He kisses my forehead and starts laughing lightly.
I played as I walked with the spotlights of the lamps above me, springing from one spot to the other until I hit something…or well someone.
This person pushed me rather hard, making me stumble but thankfully not fall, “Do all fags act like little girls?” I found my self in front of some jock.
“I wouldn’t know I don’t mix with his kind.” I turned my head to find some guy of the basketball team walking towards us.
“And that actually takes me to my point. Our group never mixes with fags.” The first guy continued. I just shook my head and walked past them, better to ignore them. But I could just feel them following me.
I really hoped I wasn’t hearing more footsteps. “What the fuck? Stop following me.” I growled at them.
“You have a voice?” I looked over my shoulder to find Ron was also part of the little group.
“Just fuck off.” I grumbled, but I was quickly pulled backwards harshly. I protested by trying to hit someone with my elbow, but I received a hard blow on my stomach.
I raised my head breathing hard, the sucker pushed all the air out of me. “Hey, hey.” My eyes rested on Ron who was smiling innocently. Both of my arms were held by someone behind me, and I was roughly pushed towards the ground so I was kneeling. My knees hurt horribly.
“Let go of me.” I breathed out.
Ron lowered himself clicking his tongue, “We’re tired of following you. And you know, I’m tired of you getting in the way of me and Matt.”
I scoffed at him, “It’s actually drugs and Matt.”
It seems my mouth doesn’t get me to the right places, because my head was janked backwards as Ron took a handful of my hair, “Don’t try to play smart Roe.”
At this point the hurting didn’t bother me, but the actual fact he was doing this to me, “So what are you going to do huh?”
“Don’t try acting all tough. Doesn’t suit you as a fairie.” He snarled and the other guys laughed. He let go of my hair, “I want you to get away from him.”
“I can’t, I-I promised Al I wouldn’t.” For a second there, I almost told him Al was paying me.
He laughed at me and patted my cheek, “Don’t worry about that, they won last season. They’re going for the state trophy.” Sate trophy? Shit… that meant that he’s going to be travelling for the whole week? Month?
“Not tough any more huh?”
At this right moment I was scared, and specially when the first guy that had hit me rummaged through my bag, “Look what I found in his bag.”
My eyes widened and I tried to fight back. The large guy had found a pair of scissors and I really didn’t want to know how far their imagination would go, “Please let go of me.” I pleaded feeling my arms ache as the pressure upon them grew.
Ron grabbed my chin hard, “I don’t know what you did to Matt, but I hope you’re not making him a fag like you.”
I jerked my head to get rid of his touch, but something cool touched my head, “If you keep moving, I might chop your ear.” And for the first time I listened and just sat there glaring daggers at Ron, even though I cold hear the pounding of my heart in my ears.
Ron was amusing himself with the other jock’s actions. I could hear the sound of the opening and closing of the scissors, and sometimes a few of my red hair fell before me. I felt somehow thankful that these guys weren’t directing the sharp tool to other parts of my body, or any type of flesh for that matter. But even so i could feel tears swell in my eyes.
“We should maybe take this to your creepy boyfriend.” I heard a voice behind me and they all laughed.
I felt rage built inside me and I directed everything to Ron, “You are so fucked up! You’re just using Matt ‘cause he has money or maybe you like him. Huh? Are you jealous he’s spending more time with me? With a fag, than with you? The gay drugdealer-!” I couldn’t finish my sentence as he hit me straight on my jaw.
I fell on the floor and I tasted blood in my mouth. “Come on guys, I think cute pie here already learned his lesson.”
I really don’t know how I got home. My head began to spin and well… nothing really made sense. This was all getting too dramatic. When I opened the back door of my house I didn’t realize Ravian was eating a snack in the kitchen. “Roe, I send you a message like an hour-” he said with his mouth full, and I just stared at him, not really processing what he just said. Next thing I now, he was standing holding my shoulders and shaking me softly. “Shit, what happened to you?” I stared at him, not knowing which word I should exactly use, he glared, “Was it that fucking emo kid?”
It then hit me: the tears, the stupidity of all. “I-I just wanted to help him. Why the fuck didn’t I think this would happen. Shit, shit, shit.” I sobbed pathetically.
“Roe, calm down…” Ravian hugs me awkwardly.
I started shivering at the thought of all the complications now with Matt. What will Al say? Will he care? And I ramble on… “I knew, but I still thought I could help him. What a mess.”
“Romeo! Stop it, ok?” Ravian shouts at me and I can just breathe hard, deep with my watery eyes half open.
Somebody enters the kitchen in a rush and rips me off my brother, giving me a proper hug. “Romeo! God…” I hug back. Victor! Well no, I actually cling back. “Sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have walked you home. I-I…” He strokes my hair, and the only thing that flows through my mind, is that I’ve never heard him worried. His voice changes allot.
“It’s alright. He has calmed a bit now.” I hear my brother trying hard to reassure Victor through gritted teeth and murdering glare.
I cling to Victor as he walks me to the table and sits me down. “Now, where they drugged? What happened?”
I open my mouth. When will I stop messing things up?
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So I have come back from the deep hall of hell. Yup I guess we could say I am back. And with inspiration, I would appreciate a second chance from my readers?