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  "You can't do that, I live here too!” She cries.

  "The fuck you do. Go stay with one of your fuck boys and get the hell out of my place. You have two hours, when I come back from my class; I don't want to see you here, or ever again!"

  “We need to talk about this!”

  I don't answer her or acknowledge her as I grab the stuff I came back here for and slam the door behind me.

  I jolt up and breathe heavily, trying to get myself together. It’s been forever since I’ve dreamt of that night, which was confusing as to why all that shit was coming back to my subconscious now. I look beside me and Allison is sleeping peacefully, as she faces me, the sheet is attempting to cover up her breasts but her nipples have other thoughts as they greet me. I shake my head at the realization that this is the first time that anyone has slept in my bed in years that this is also the first time that I’ve allowed a sleepover or had anyone personal in my house.

  I shake my head and slowly get out of bed. I find some shorts and slip them on quietly as I exit the bedroom into the gym. It’s the middle of the night, I should go back to sleep, but I don’t want to risk closing my eyes and seeing the scene fold out in front of me again. I haven’t thought about the details of that day in years.

  A few hours later, I’m running on the treadmill on my last leg of the run when Allison enters wearing the sheet from the bed. She slowly walks to me, cautiously, my eyes following her every movement looking like heaven.

  “Everything okay?” She asks as I slow my pace.

  “Just getting a work out in before the day officially starts. I’m going to cool down and then I’ll be finished.” I breathe out steadily my eyes glued to hers.

  She nods and retreats back to the bedroom. My legs are Jello as I step off the treadmill, I don’t know how long I had been running but it was close to an hour. When I enter the bedroom, the sheet is back on the bed and I hear the shower running. I approach the bathroom, dispose of my gym shorts and step into the shower with her, gaining a small squeal at my intrusion. No words are exchanged as I push her back against the tiles and devour her mouth. My hands run the length of her perfectly curvaceous body and my thigh goes between her legs widening her stance. She moans into my mouth and I deepen the kiss, feeling like I’m not getting close enough.

  Her hand goes in between us and grabs hold of my dick. My body should be sore from the several hours of strenuous yet, this is just what I need to wind down. She stills her movements and then she kneels down in front of me, her wet hair covering some of her face, blocking the view as her luscious lips consume my dick inch by inch. I watch her bob on my dick as my hand goes to the back of her head, not to control her movements, but just out of instinct.

  I grind my jaw as I feel her squeezing my balls and the start of the tingling sensations alerting me that ejaculation is on its way. I use my hand to pull on her hair as I have it bunched up in my fist now.

  “I’m going to come on your tongue, and you’re going to feast on what I give you.” I pant out, guiding her head on my dick, controlling the speed and the amount my dick goes in her warm and silky mouth. She’s a fucking pro at dick sucking as my seed spurts out into her mouth; she hollows out her mouth as she pulls back, milking me as she swallows everything I give her and looking up at me locking eyes. My hand is still controlling her movements with my fist in her hair, as she continues sucking the life out of me through my dick. And then I’m spent. I think that may have been the fastest that I’ve ever come, aside from the first time I ever had sex.

  Without words, we resume showering. I soaped her body up and she soaped mine, and vacated the shower. In silence we dressed, she would peek over at me, as if she wanted to say something, but words were never uttered. We sat at the breakfast counter in the kitchen as Lincoln arrived and began making whatever I had selected on the weeks menu for breakfast.

  “I know you don’t do ‘feeling’s’ conversations, but… are you okay?” She asks, breaking the silence using air quotations.

  I look to her over my coffee and think about how I want to answer her. I don’t want to give her too much, and I also don’t want to push her away by being a complete asshole. Although, I did warn her that I’m an asshole, and she didn’t leave, still hasn’t even after to skull fucked her in the shower.

  “I had a bad dream, I’ve been up since 3am – I’m just tired now.” I give her. It’s all true, the details though will remain for my information only.

  She nods, accepting my explanation and not pressing any further.

  “Shit! Don’t you have to be at work?” She stands abruptly, noting the mid-morning time on the wall.

  “You forget I’m the boss. I can go in whenever I wish. You don’t have to be until 1pm and I technically don’t have anything on my calendar until 11am, we’re good to leisurely eat breakfast and I may want to fuck you again before we go into the city.” I say noting her gasp over my crudeness.

  She cuts a quick glance over to Lincoln who is busy at the stove preparing our food, not paying us any attention. Even though, I’m sure he heard me. I’m positive that he’s smiling over my declaration, since it’s new for me to bring someone around the house who isn’t Beth or my mother.

  “And what if I don’t want to fuck you?” She counters her voice barely above a whisper.

  “The dilation of your eyes, the flush in your skin and the squeezing of your thighs tell me otherwise.” I say licking my lips.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  ALLISON

  I shouldered my bag and began putting my notebook and pens inside when I notice a commotion at the door to my Social Stratification and Inequality class. A lot of whispers and then silence as my eyes meet Tyson’s. He’s leaning against the inside wall, just next to the door. I notice that there are a few on-lookers, mainly female staring at him with hearts in their eyes, while others are giggling and whispering as they walk by, being completely obvious of their adoration of him. My professor walks over to Tyson and shakes his hand, Tyson’s eyes never leave mine. No doubt that Tyson is considered as a local celebrity from the evidence of the hushed whispers and giggles from grown women.

  I slowly approach him with a confused feeling in my stomach. When I am standing in front of him, I let a few other student exit the classroom before speaking.

  “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be working Mr. Maddox?” I ask playfully as his fingers grab my bag to bring the distance between us closer.

  “It’s been four days since I’ve seen you, I decided that I wasn’t going to make it five.” He states his voice barely above a whisper.

  “And what would five days have done that four days didn’t.”

  “Make me a desperate man.” He simply says.

  He’s confessed to me that he’s an asshole, and while I’ve seen snippets of such, he’s been great with me. He admitted he doesn’t do relationships, so I haven’t been clingy and act like a girlfriend on purpose, to not scare him away since I’m enjoying whatever this thing is between us. But then, he comes to school just to see me, and say things like that, my insides get all topsy-turvy and I don’t know which way is up.

  “I’ve got homework and studying to do, I don’t think that I would be good company.” I say, offering him an out if he wanted., by indifference.

  “I wasn’t intending on jeopardizing your evening. I was on my way home and I just wanted to sneak a peek, tongue fuck your mouth and then I was going to let you go on with your way. I’m not going to pretend to command all your free time Allie, that’s not what this is.”

  “Oooo-kay?” He confuses me.

  What this is? What the hell is it? If you’re not really dating, but casually fucking, do you do these kind of things?

  “Next week, I’m not sure if you were told but we’re having an event, at my home. It’s for the summer line, all of those involved with the release will be invited.”

  “Yes, I got an invite.”

  “Are you attending?” He probes.

 
“I wasn’t aware that attendance was by choice. My contract says that I have to attend all functions for this, isn’t that correct?” I play.

  “That’s probably what it says, I didn’t draw it up, or have anything to do with it. However, I’d very much like to see you there, and for you to remain after all the guests leave a well. Maybe even sneak off during.” He says closing the distance between us and saying seductively into my ear and then as he pulls away, his lips graze my cheek giving me goose bumps.

  “Okay.” I say meekly.

  He’s made me a puddle, whatta fucker. I don’t puddle.

  “Good, now that that’s clear, give me those lips.” He pulls my face to him and attacks my mouth with his. I put everything that I have into the kiss, all my hopes and dreams and all the things that I don’t say to him. I sense that he feels the kiss being more than a simple kiss, yet I don’t care. This is new for me, not knowing where this relationship is going or even discussing it, so it’s best to just show him by actions.

  After feeling like he examined my esophagus, I pull away.

  “I need to get home. Studying and all.” I say.

  “Sure thing. I’ll walk you to your car.” He wraps his arms around my shoulder, still holding my bag over his other shoulder as we walk through the hallways to the doors leading to the parking lot.

  “How did you know where to find me tonight?” I ask, now realizing that I never told him my schedule.

  “I have my ways.” He shrugs as we near my Honda.

  “Seriously, Ty?”

  He releases a heavy sigh and stops while turning to me.

  “A man in my position has to keep his interests protected. I know your schedule, for two reasons because you are an interest to me and because I have your school schedule uploaded to my calendar.”

  “And why would it need to be uploaded to your calendar?” I cross my arms protectively.

  “So I know I can find you when I want to.” He says like it’s no big deal. He shrugs with his hands in his pockets.

  “I’m not a possession; you don’t need to lo-jack me.”

  “Hey, I could have done a lot worse, and with my trust issues, those would generally be what I would do.” He says, his voice and posture tense as he looks me in the eyes.

  “Trust issues? Ty, you make no sense. What does my school schedule have to do with your trust issues?”

  “Nothing, and everything. Leave it Allie. So what, I know your school schedule, isn’t that something that I should know if we’re dating or hanging out or whatever, it’s not a big deal.”

  “It kind of is. Instead of pulling off some ninja covert way of getting my schedule, and by the way I’m sure that broke a few privacy laws, you could have just asked me.”

  “Why is this a huge deal to you?” He runs his fingers through his hair.

  “The fact that you didn’t ask me!” I foolishly stomp my feet like a little kid, which earns a smirk from him.

  “Next time, I’ll ask.” He says quickly covering up his smirk quickly and straightening.

  “Listen, I don’t like how you went about this, just ask me next time, my life isn’t some huge secret. Thanks for wanting to, ah fuck I don’t know. Look, thanks, I guess. Somehow it makes sense even though I have no clue as to why.”

  He nods. “I have my reasons. I’ll ring you later.” He kisses my lips chastely and hands me my bag.

  I’ll ring you later. What is this an old fashioned sitcom? Who says that?

  ***

  I studied until my eyes were crossed and then I opened up the line for my night job for something different. If you could call it that, since I did it so sporadically lately as it is.

  I took several calls, all of them no longer than five minutes, thankfully. My callers this evening were just calling to get their rocks off, that’s usually how it is mid-week. They would get something that they couldn’t specifically get with their current lives, and then just after their release, they would hang up the phone as if they were ashamed of placing a phone call to a sex operator. Sometimes that’s just how nights go.

  Is Tyson just getting his rocks off?

  I had texted Tyson after one of my calls, yet still hadn’t heard back from him. Figuring that my mini-blow up over how he knew my schedule would have pissed him off, I just let it go.

  ***

  A week later, I sit at my kitchen table eating biscuits and gravy when there’s a knock at my door. I look through the peephole to find a Tyson’s profile on the other end of the door. I haven’t seen him or heard from him since the night at my school. He never replied to my text and he never called. I figured that whatever it was that we were doing was finished, yet here he is.

  Confused, I lean my forehead against the door and take a deep breath. I open the door and step into the doorway as his fist connects with my shoulder as he knocks again.

  “Oh shit, sorry.” He says his face turning in shock to me with my arms crossed.

  His other arm swings forward and he hands me a bouquet of sunflowers. With a crooked smile, he looks remorseful.

  “These are for you.” He says waiting for me to either slam the door in his face or to move aside. “May I come in?”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  TYSON

  I had intended to just let whatever the thing happening with Allison to dissipate over the last week, yet here I am standing in front of her door like a lovesick fool with flowers. I don’t personally give flowers, I don’t actually give flowers period, not even to my mother. This is another thing that I’m doing that’s out of my element, my skin is crawling with just the thought that I’m losing my edge.

  I’m out of practice with dating and wooing a woman, so I’m not sure how to navigate through any of what’s happening between Allison and me. I didn’t want to put any labels on anything, but I also didn’t know how not to.

  When Allison answered her door, she seemed surprised to see me. I was surprised to be here myself, and I knew I would need to explain the reasoning behind accessing her school schedule a little more if I wanted to continue my pursuit of her. I feel like I’m trying too hard for this to just be a casual thing, I feel like I shouldn’t need to tell her anything further, however Beth insists that if I want to keep this thing alive, that I should tell her. I’ve debated back and forth all week, whether or not I should, however my thoughts always came back to wanting to see her – so here I am. Pussy-whipped, with my balls practically in the palm of her hand. Just hoping.

  “I do things because I want to.” I start. “I don’t answer to anyone, and never intended to. It will be when hell freezes over that someone has the control over my actions, yet I’m standing here, like a chump with flowers for you, groveling, because I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy like I did, and for that I’m sorry.” I practiced that over and over again with Beth giving me pointers and pretending to be Allison for reactions.

  She stood with her arms crossed, with a neutral expression on her face, so I’m unsure whether or not my showing up here is affecting her in any ways. This is so not the way Beth was portraying how this would go. Allison didn’t say anything, yet after a minute staring at me, she uncrossed her arms and moved aside, allowing me into her place.

  “Continue.” She says as she closes the door and then walks to the kitchen table and spoons some gunky paste looking dish into her mouth. I tried to not stare and get distracted by the crap she was shoveling in her mouth. It looked disgusting, yet she seemed to enjoy it.

  I sat down in the chair across from her; as I placed the sunflowers across the table between us.

  “I don’t consider what I did, as a fuck up. Like I said, I protect my interests. I may have just gone about it the wrong way, and for that I apologize.” I pause to see if she’ll say anything, instead she continues to shovel that crap into her mouth like she loves it. “I took this last week, to get my thoughts in order. I didn’t want to further fuck up and say something that I wasn’t ready to, and just have resent for saying it.”
I lie. I couldn’t even get her out of my mind if I tried. I didn’t get my thoughts in order, because they’re so jumbled up when it comes to her.

  “I would think that attaching my school schedule to your calendar would be enough of a fuck up without my knowledge. Whatever though, you did it, you know my schedule probably better than I do, what’s done is done. I’m over it.” She says wiping her mouth and standing to bring her bowl to the kitchen sink.

  She’s over it. Does that mean this, between us as well. Suddenly, I’m nervous, and I don’t do nervous. I’m fucking Tyson Maddox. This is bullshit, I shouldn’t be, if she is done, then she is done and I go back to fucking whomever I want, whenever I want. Yet, the pit in my stomach tells me that’s not what I really want.

  I want to only fuck her, to be only with her. Yessir, me thinks that hell hath frozen over.

  “What do you mean you’re over it?” I ask for further clarification my voice tight with preparation for her to tell me this is all over. I should be fine with that, right?

  “I’m not totally okay with you prying into my stuff, unless you ask me, if you wanted to know something, all you have to do is just ask. But you did what you did without my knowledge, I told you how I felt and now you’re here apologizing for it. Granted, I thought that was the last I would see or hear of you, but this, you groveling like you are, which I know is uncharacteristic of you means that I’m over this argument.”

  “And what about you and I?” I ask. I need to make sure my balls are still firmly attached, since I sound like I’ve grown a pussy.

  “We’re fine.” She says. Her cold façade cracking with a small smile. “I guess.”

  I practically sprint out of my chair and to directly in front of her. I place my hands on her hips and pull her to me, but her hand darts out to my chest.

  “You have trust issues, you said it yourself. I’m not asking for you to tell me all your life secrets, but if whatever this is between us, you expect to work, then you will have to let me in, just a smidge. Tust goes both ways.” She says.