Sick Like Me (Sick Like #1)

Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

Kota sat on the sofa of my living room on the edge of the cushions, his hands on his knees as he looked around. He looked out of place, but gratefully accepted my offer of water regardless.

I came back from the kitchen and held the glass out to him, one eyebrow raised. “You know you can sit back, right?” I asked, slight humour in my voice.

He rolled his eyes but smiled and sat back against the cushions, and I could see his body instantly relax. Why he felt the need to be so on edge was beyond me, but I was thankful he was allowing himself to rest at last.

He took the glass from me and gave me a small smile before he took a sip. “Thank you, he mumbled between sips of the liquid.

I moved to sit on the other side of the sofa, unsure if he wanted me to sit next to him or not. I had no clue what he wanted us to do, he never really said. He just offered to spend the rest of the night together, which I agreed.

I was positive watching spooky movies wasn’t on his agenda. But he had made no move on me since he rolled up to my house, and I refused to make the first move for fear of misunderstanding his motivations.

A random slasher I had thrown on played on the TV rather quietly, and neither of us said a word. He was sitting where Owen usually sat, and a part of it felt wrong . I felt like I was cheating on the man, and technically I guess it could be classed as that. We had been hanging out for 5 months almost weekly. Whereas Kota and I had only seen one another a handful of times, give or take.

The silence between us was awkward and I was trying to rack my brain for a million topic conversations. My lips parted as I considered what to say, but then I closed them again as my thought process cut off.

“This movie sucks,” I heard Kota say, and I raised an eyebrow as I turned in my place to face him slightly.

“Are you joking? This is a classic, everyone loves this movie,” I stated, but it didn’t surprise me he wasn’t one of those people who liked Halloween or spooky things very much. He seemed far too serious of a person for that.

“I prefer action movies,” He stated, as if it was a piece of well known knowledge about him.

“Well technically, this is an action. An action horror movie,” I replied, to which he raised one shoulder.

“I guess you’re right. But it has too many failed attempts at a jump scare, it’s boring and predictable,” He replied, his voice sounding less than impressed.

I rolled my eyes in response. “You know it’s just a movie, right? It isn’t that deep.”

Kota smirked slightly and raised his eyebrows once in a wag. “No, but I can be.”

It took me several seconds to register his dirty comment, and once I had, I felt my face burn hot and I had no doubt my cheeks were glowing red. My lips parted in surprise, to which he noticed and let out a low chuckle .

“You look cute when you blush like that,” He spoke softly, only making my cheeks feel warmer.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “Cute isn’t what I want to be when it comes to your opinions of me,” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest.

I leant back against the sofa, my eyes begging to close. I was exhausted, but thankfully I had the week off work so there was nothing stopping me from having a long lie in for a handful of days until I feel like I caught up with my sleep.

“What do you want me to see you as, then?” He spoke, and I felt the sofa dip beside me. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly to find he had moved over to sit in the middle of the sofa.

“What do you think a grown woman wants a man to see her as?” I asked, laughing slightly as I shoved my hand to the gap between my right thigh and the sofa arm. I grabbed one of my pillows, a pumpkin made of a fleece-like material, and held it to my body.

“Well, most women want to be respected and called beautiful,” He began, his voice getting ever so slightly deeper as his eyes stared through me to the depths of my darkness. I knew where this was going to go, and I felt as if my body had begun to vibrate at the idea of it.

“You are beautiful. Most men probably look at you and think you’re just another pretty face,” His words turned to a whisper at the end as his hand raised and gently rested on my thigh.

When we had got to mine, I had stripped from my jeans and jumper to get changed into warm pyjamas fresh out the tumble dryer. I had picked out baggy fleece trousers, and a vest top that wasn’t meant to match but somehow did.

I was comfortable, but maybe choosing to wear my every day comfort loungewear was a bad idea. I suspected he was saying what I wanted to hear, over what he actually felt about me .

“You’re more than just a pretty face though, aren’t you?” He leant closer, his hand daring to ghost up my thigh. It was as if he was testing the waters, checking to see if I would push his touch away. “You’re an addicted cock hungry whore, aren’t you?”

My stomach felt as if it had dropped to the floor, but not out of concern. I was confused by his words at first, taking a few seconds to register them. But once I had, I felt a pit inside me begin to form. A pit that wanted to be widened until he decided he wanted to fill it back up and make me whole again.

His hand ghosted higher and higher, finally reaching the top of my trousers where my vest top disappeared underneath, tucked nice and neat in. “I asked you a question, Ashton.” He sounded harsh with his words, but his touch was a contrasting gentle.

His fingers ghosted into the top of my trousers, and I closed my eyes and pushed the pillow away. I hummed lazily, hoping that would be response enough for him. But it wasn’t—I knew it wouldn’t have been.

His hand stopped moving, and he reached his other hand around himself to gently wrap his fingers around my neck. He held my head in place, no pressure applied. But it was a warning, one that wanted me to look at him and to answer his damn question.

I swallowed, feeling the groves of his fingers as if they were burning into my skin. I nodded slowly, parting my lips before I gave a simple response. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” He asked, to which I felt myself cringe slightly. I knew what he wanted me to say, and I wasn’t against it. But it was still so new to me, and the idea of looking a man in the eyes as I called him that made my cheeks flush hot.

I sucked in a deep breath, then I exhaled before I whispered the name he enjoyed. “Yes Daddy.”

I felt shame come over me at the usage of the word, but at the sight of my red cheeks and my eyes wandering anywhere but his, I realised I had walked right into his trap and given him exactly what he had wanted. He wanted to see me embarrassed. He got off on that.

“You look so pretty when you get all shy,” He whispered, his hand gently moving from my neck to brush my hair out of my face to get a better view of my glowing cheeks. His other hand pushed further into my trousers, then his fingers danced along the elastic band of my underwear.

I would have been lying if I hadn’t expected us to have sex at the end of the night, but the fact he had his hands on me and was giving me his attention at that moment in time still managed to stump me.

Dakota Vernon oozed sex appeal, and I half suspected he had no clue he did. Everything about him was perfect. He was tall, which most women desired. He had pretty short hair, but the style suited him somehow. He was growing some facial hair, which he kept neatly trimmed. His skin was clear. And his eyes…

My God, his fucking eyes. They would be the end of me.

In the dark, they were a deep forest green, comparable to the leaves of a shaded path in the mountains. In the light, they were much lighter, but still a very noticeably vivid green. They were intoxicating, and I wanted more. The more I got to see such beauty, the more I found myself getting addicted to it.

I felt his fingers still just as the tips brushed into the top band of my underwear. I sucked in a breath, then managed to force my eyes to stare into his. I swallowed nervously, wondering what he had in store for me.

“Tell me what you think about when you fuck that tight pussy with that little dildo of yours,” He demanded, and my lips parted. I regretted ever sending him a video of me using it to try to get his attention some days ago.

“I,” I began, my choice barely there. He narrowed his eyes, as if warning me if I didn’t speak up then he would have worse in store for me. So I swallowed the lump forming in my throat before I decided to continue. “I think about you fucking me, nice and deep at first.”

“And then?” He continued, trying to pull a further response out of me. He wanted more detail. He wanted to keep keep on the edge of embarrassed.

“And then I start fucking myself harder, knowing that’s how you’d actually fuck me,” My voice turned more into a hushed mumble, but it remained clear enough that his royal fucking highness wouldn’t complain.

“Good girl,” He complimented, his hand moving from the side of my head to the back, gently tangling into my hair as if he was showing he still held all the power. It was a warning, that if I didn’t behave, he would pull my hair and force my head wherever he wanted.

His hands indulged me once again as his fingers moved down the front of my underwear. I felt his middle finger push it’s way past my folds, pushing down to my entrance as he tested to see if I was wet or not.

I wasn’t at the time, as he hadn’t done much to turn me on. But the fierce look in his eyes revealed he was determined to turn me on and fuck me senseless by the end of the night.

His finger moved up and I let out a small gasp when I felt light pressure against my clit. I closed my eyes at the feeling, enjoying it for a moment before his finger began to roll in small circles.

I let out a gasping breath, the faintest of moans releasing at the action. I leant my head back and closed my eyes, trying to focus on the feeling. But he was not having any of that.

His hand which had turned into a fist at the back of my head tugged hard enough to force my head up, and my eyes opened to stare back into his.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” He demanded, and I nodded my head in understanding. He leant forward at that and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. He used tongue, the kiss messy despite how soft he was being.

He pulled back and I kept my eyes on him as my lips parted, letting loose breathy moans. I stared into his eyes, and I had never felt more vulnerable than I did in that moment.

I wanted to return the favour, make him feel good just as he was doing for me. I reached my hand out, trying to reach for his crotch but in return, he pushed my hand away. “We can focus on me another time. Let me prepare you before I fuck you as hard as you fucked yourself in that video.”

My gasp was much more audible that time, and it only elicit a smirk form him. Cocky fucking shit, I couldn’t help but think internally. But the thought was washed away within seconds when he added more pressure to his finger.

I raised my hips slightly, wanting to feel more. He complied, moving his hand so his thumb replaced his middle finger which had instead found home inside my pussy as he pushed the digit in slowly.

He pushed the finger in, then pulled it back out almost all the way before he pushed back in. That sensation, mixed with the movement on my clit was a delightful mixture. I went to close my eyes agin, but when I felt the faintest of tugs against my scalp, I rushed to keep them open and on him.

He pulled his hand back, and I went to protest, but instead I watched as he pulled away from me. He stood and looked down at me, a debate seemingly clear on his features. “Shall we take this upstairs, or shall we stay down here?” He offered.

I bit the inside of my lower lip lightly, debating how I wanted the night to play out. I then stood, not bothering to straighten out my pyjamas as I walked around him and began to path to my bedroom.

He was but a few steps away from me, following my every move. I turned the corner to my room at long last, and as I stepped through the doorway, I felt hands snake on my hips from behind.

I sucked in a breath and went to turn around, but his firm grip kept my back to his firm chest. He leant down and whispered into my ear, “I want you to get on your knees for me.”

I swallowed the imaginary lump in my throat, closing my eyes. I had never done that before for a man, and he knew that. But the idea of him being my first experience at that filled me with some kind of suspense and pride. I wanted to please him, regardless of if I got the same pleasure back or not.

His hands finally let me go, and he remained in place as he waited for my next moves. I sucked in a breath, then I took a few steps away from him.

I cursed myself for the mess on my bedroom floor, random piles of discarded clothes around the place. I hoped he wouldn’t pick up on them and think me a slob. I just got too tired to fold the clean clothes from the night before, and my laundry bag had recently broke so the dirty clothes were in a pile for me to carry downstairs whenever I found the motivation.

I turned to face him and tried my best to push the anxieties aside. He was here to fuck, not to check out my home and assess it. So I lowered myself onto my knees and looked up at him as my hands came to rest on my thighs.

He looked down at me, his eyes darkening as the corners of his lips turned up into the faintest of smiles. He stalked towards me. Slow and silent. It was intimidating, but I somewhat liked the feeling of being his prey.

I watched his every move, the urge to look away once he was but a hand away from me overcoming me. But I followed his rule and I kept eye contact on him the whole time.

He reached a hand out, his fingers gently combing through my hair as he pushed it away from my face. His hand then pulled back enough to trace the shape of my face before his hand cupped my cheek. His thumb rubbed my lips, and his eyes seemed transfixed by the view.

His thumb dared to push between my lips, and I took his silent command and parted my lips. He pushed his thumb inside and rubbed the pad of his thumb along my tongue.

Usually I would hate the idea of swapping saliva or getting any of mine on him, but somehow I wasn’t against the idea of what he was doing. A part of me cringed inwardly, but I didn’t dare to go against his commands.

“You look so pretty right now,” His deep voice cooed the praise, and I felt my cheeks flush. A part of me wanted to reply with a quick witted comment that would have likely irritated him, but I chose to say nothing as his hand pulled away from my face.

“Grab the top of my jeans and undo my belt,” He began to talk me through the process, and while what he was telling me sounded like the basic start to any good blow job, I was thankful for the tutorial.

I reached my careful hands up and worried he would sense my nerves. My hands felt the soft leather under my fingertips, which then hit the warm metal of his belt. I rushed to pull the belt out of the loop that secured the extended part of the strap, then I pulled the metal hook out of the hole to finally free the leather strap from his lips.

I pulled the metal loop off the leather, then I pulled my hands back as I looked back at his face, awaiting the next steps. He smiled lightly down at me, his eyes somehow looking even darker from the angle I watched him from.

“Undo the button and zip,” He spoke quietly into the room, as if he was trying to make sure the moment remained private between the both of us.

My hands went back to his hips, seeking the button. I unhooked the metal button from its hole, then I left my hand drop to unzip the zip before I pulled my hands back once again .

“Pull my jeans down,” He requested.

The idea of being face to face with his cock was daunting, due to the simple fact it would be a first time for me to be so close to a male appendage. The fact it was his made it all the more nerve wrecking.

I reached up with apprehensive hands. My fingers curled into the loops on the sides of the top of his jeans where it sat on his hips, and then I pulled them down slowly.

His prominent V line came into view, and I swallowed nervously. I pulled the jeans down more, his white Calvin Klein boxers coming out on full display. I pulled them down past his thighs, over his knees, and then finally down his calves to his ankles.

I looked back up at him once again, to which he nodded as a way of assuring me I had done a good job. His hand came out to gently cup my cheek, his touch soft despite the following dirty words. “Pull my cock out now.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously, but my hands had a mind of their own as they followed his command. My hands grabbed for the material of his boxers, and I pulled them down quickly to finally match where his jeans sat.

His cock stood thick and hard, ready for use. I looked up at him, and he smirked at the expression on my face. “Now lick it.”

My lips parted as I went to dispute with him, however I knew the complaints would fall on deaf ears. Whatever demands he had for me, I half suspected the process was to make it easier on me.

I stuck my tongue out, shame washing over me as I leant forward to his hips. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, then my tongue dared to brush against the underside of his cock ever so slightly.

The sensation was weird, but I suspected that was just due to the fact I knew it was a cock and I had never had one in my mouth before. I looked up at him as I stuck my tongue back in my mouth, which earned a tut tut from him.

“Lick to the tip,” He requested, his hand coming to rest on the side of my head. He made no move to push my head, for which I was thankful.

I stuck my tongue back out, placing it against him as I run it along the length to the tip as he had requested, and I even dared to close my lips around the tip for a brief suck before I pulled back and looked up at him again.

He had his eyes closed for a brief second, then he opened them again to stare down at me. “Fuck, that felt good. Since you seem to have an idea as to what to do, surprise me with your skills.”

I parted my lips to request he keep teaching me, but I decided not to say a word. He probably suspected me to make everything harder for him throughout the whole thing, but I was in no mood to make him give me ultimatums. I wanted to please him. He should use that to his advantage, as the next time I may not be so well behaved.

I parted my lips and pushed the tip into my mouth, sucking ever so slightly. He let out the faintest of hisses at the sensation, and I felt a swell of pride in my chest. I then decided to push my head further, closing my eyes as I tried to forget the fact I had a very active gag reflex on the usual.

I pushed my head down his length the best I felt I could, and I felt as if I reached around half his length, then I pulled my head back to the tip. I moved my head up and down slowly at first, which earned me faint breathy moans from him.

But I wanted to hear more of his sounds. I wanted to engrave them into my memory.

So I moved my head faster, trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I could. He pulled his hand back from my head, which gave me a bit more courage. I was thankful he didn’t push my head down, but I half suspected after a few more sexual sessions he would have no qualms about fucking my throat even if I choked.

His breathy moans got faster, and I couldn’t help but keep moving faster. I wanted to make him cum, even if that meant our session for the night was over and he was going to leave. His pleasure was the only thing on my mind at that time.

I moved my head faster, as fast as I could manage. My jaw felt as if it was begging to ache, the action of my activity being a new thing for my muscles to experience. But they were to feel relief in the coming moments as I felt Dakota’s hips stiffen.

“Ash, I’m going to cum, you can pull off,” His voice sounded strangled as his hand gently touched the side of my face. But he made no move to push me off. And I made no move to stop.

A few more movements of my head, and finally I felt a twitch in my mouth before I felt something slightly thick and salty in flavour coat my mouth.

Kota pulled his cock out and gasped down at me. He looked around, then reached over me to grab a box of tissues from my vanity desk. He pulled the top one out, then he held the tissue out to me. “Spit it out.”

I spat the cum from him on the tissue, then watched as he rolled the tissue up into a ball before he threw it into the bin beside my bedroom door.

I stood, expecting that to be the end of our night. But then I watched in surprise as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and bent down to pick them up. He folded them, then walked around me to place them on the chair of my vanity.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

He shrugged one shoulder as he walked around the side of my bed, then he pulled the duvet back. He pulled his t-shirt off and looked at the vanity, looking as if he were debating for a moment. He then shrugged once again before he dropped the t-shirt on the floor before he climbed into my bed .

I stared at him, surprised as he made himself comfy against the pillows. He reached to my bedside table and turned the lamp on, then he looked back at me. “Turn the main light off, will you?”

“I asked you something,” I demanded, but followed his command as I went to my light switch and turned the light off.

“I’m sleeping here tonight, duh,” He replied matter of factly, as if it was something I should have known.

I opened my mouth, about to request he leave. But then I realised this was likely going to be one of the few times he wouldn’t leave me after some kind of sexual activity. And so I decided to walk over to the left side of my bed and pulled the duvet back.

“You actually sleep in pyjamas?” He asked, eyeing my clothing up. I nodded as I sat on my bed, then I pulled the duvet over myself.

I lay down and cuddled into the blanket, my back to him. I closed my eyes, the mild fear of waking up to an empty bed in the back of my mind.

I heard a huff from behind me, then a click as the beside lamp was turned off. I then felt hand wrap around my body from behind before my body was pulled across the bed into a warm, naked chest.

“Goodnight, Ashton,” Kota whispered into my ear.