His hands were running down my stomach as he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes letting him have his way. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my jeans pulling me closer till there wasnât any space between us. His tongue massaged my skin slowly and his fingers explored within my jeans and boxers. I bit my lip.
I gripped at his hair tightly, forcing his lips on mine. I took everything he offered but it wasnât enough, he wasnât enough.
âYouâre beautifulâ he whispered to me. I smiled looking into his black eyes wishing they were the mesmerizing gray that captured me every time and stole my breath. Shaking my head I pushed him down on the bed and climb onto of him.
âWhy donât you show me how much you want meâ I purred in his ear. I felt the shiver run through his body, his arousal was strong and demanding. He grinned showing all those beautiful white teeth.
âWith pleasureâ
He was gorgeous, long brown hair, perfectly shaped brows, a face of a model and a body of a god. He was the same height as me, not many guys were taller than me since I stood at a six feet two. Matthew was the perfect male specimen but I could help but want that silky blond hair, luscious pink full lips that could even tempt a priest to crave a taste. That rock hard body lean and fit, his smooth deep voice that could make me melt at his feet if he wished it. I wonder what he tasted like. Was he sweet? How did he feel, were his hands rough or were they soft?
Matthew rolled us over so he was on top of me, his black eyes dark with lust. I closed my eyes imagining gray and blonde. My pants were slowly dragged down my legs till I was completely exposed to him as he was to me.
âI love youâ he whispered in my ear and I closed my eyes.
I wish I could love you back⦠I really do.
A terrible beeping assaulted my ears. I hate alarm clocks they should all be banned for life. They caused my crankiness and lack of sleep. Groaning I reached over and grabbed the pillow that Mathew was using and threw it at the clock.
âStupid f*cker didnât know who you were messing with did you! Hahahahaâ I grumbled lowly.
âUgh, Levi if you break another of my alarm clocks Iâm going to have to kick your scrawny little assâ Matt mumbled next to me wrapping his strong arms around me and pulling me into his warm chest. I sighed contently and snuggled further into him.
âWell tell it to stop waking me up ever goddamn morning.â I huffed.
Chuckling softly he tightened his hold on my and kissed my neck.
âWe have to get up anywayâ he sighed into the back of my neck.
âHa ha no, Levi does not have to get up, you doâ
âAre you going to start using yourself in the third person again babe? I thought we got you out of that.â he laughed. Smiling I turned in his arms to face him.
âShut up, you love it.â his eyes were still closed but I saw the smile spreading on his face.
âYou thought.â He chuckled. I nuzzled my face into his neck for a moment, licking at his shoulder. His body shivered.
âYou know I canât think straight when you do thatâ he husked. I laughed and slowly pulled away to stretched.
âUuuuugh, I hate the morningsâ I complained while stretching.
âYeah donât we allâ Matt groaned and slid from the bed and stumbled over towards the bathroom. Shaking my head I slipped on a pair of flannel pj bottoms, walked out our room and strode to the kitchen blindly, fumbled with two cup of coffee for Matt and me. I made a bagel, slathering cream cheese on it for me and made toast for him. The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of Mattâs shower.
I leant on the kitchen counter and sipped my coffee just staring around the living room of my one room studio apartment. The walls were covered in my random pieces of art work. I had delved in that little talent a few years back and made a pretty good living off of them now. I had people wanting to buy my art work on occasions; it was a pretty awesome feeling. But it didnât pay the bills all the time so I had to work as a bartender on the side at a club, which strangely I enjoy. I always meet new people and that was always fun. People were interesting when they were drunk. Well besides the dumb asshole who decided to pick fights and be complete idiots. Being a bartender was a pretty good paying job along with my art.
Then there was Matthew, he was your average aspiring musician. He was trying to get his band signed but not have much luck like everyone else out here in the city of Los Angeles. I moved out a few months after graduating from high school wanting to get the hell out of there. I regretting leaving my dad but he was the one who pushed me to go find myself and Iâm happy he did. I wanted to bring him down for a while this Christmas but had to get the money for the tickets. I met Matthew one day in the club I worked at. I had barely settled into the city so I was overwhelmed with the fast pace of the place since I had only ever been in small towns and lived in forests with my old pack and my current pack.
He came in cute as ever with his band, he started flirting with me and I brushed it off as I was starting to get use to all the flirts the place attracted. Biâs, gayâs, straights it didnât matter when youâre drunk you let loose and Iâve seen it all and heard it all. But dayâs later I met him at Starbucks and he was determined to talk to me so I gave in and after a month of dating he asked me to be his official boyfriend. I told him I was a damaged case but he just shrugged it off and told me âarenât we allâ.
That was what attracted me to him, his optimism and personality. Nothing really fazed him and if it did he just chose to smile about it and turn the other cheek, plus on top of that he was beyond cute. I was grateful to Caleb for the small gift he gave me; with that one little bite I was able to live my life. If it wasnât for him I wouldnât be here today⦠literally. The Kyle thing had really messed me up to the point where I had no will to live at all.
Sighing I shook my head and put my cup down to take a bite of my bagel. I hated thinking of Kyle but he always seemed to sneak his way in anyway, especially at the worst times. Like last night he was in that bedroom with me and Matt and I hated that. I always felt like I was being unfaithful to him when I really couldnât do anything about it. Kyle would always be there in my mind no matter how hard I tried to forget him. There would always be that pain in my chest at the loss of him but I could live without him and thatâs what I planned to do, he didnât want me so I would honor his wishes and live on. If that was all I could do for him, if that what make him happy then I would do it.
I grabbed my bagel and cup and brought it over to the black couch and set them on the coffee table. I pulled my feet under me and stared blankly at the large flat screen hanging on the wall. My apartment wasnât anything fancy like you would think since Iâm a slightly famous artist now, it was one of those run down studio apartments, the walls were chipping with maroon paint which made the white walls behind it show. Some people would have scrapped it off but I thought it gave the place character. The paint had millions of small cracks in them, the floor was wood I had covered up with a large white and black tie dye rug. I had no particular theme I just brought things in that I liked. I was still working on decorating the place after three years.
âMorningâ Matt said walking in swiping his coffee cup of the kitchen counter smoothly in his hand and the toast with the other. I smiled up at him as he came up behind me and bent down to give me and upside down kiss.
âAre you the Mary Jane to my Spiderman?â he muttered against my lips. I snorted and kissed him again.
âMore like youâre the Robin to my Batmanâ I corrected. He winkled up his nose at me in a teasing way.
âIâm sureâ he answered sarcastically plopping down beside me.
His hair was wet and hanging in his face as he nibbled on his toast. I watched the droplets of water cascade down his chest. He was so good looking and all mines.
âOh, Twinkie and Tacos asked if we were free tonight.â He said bringing his cup up to his lips and peered at me with those dark eyes. I chuckled; Twinkie and Tacos were two of our best friends, Tacos was a girl and Twinkie was a boy. When we were all getting to know each other I came up with this nickname game. I asked them what their favorite food was and whatever it was that was they would be called. I didnât know it would stick with us all these years though.
âI have work at nine tonight so I donât know if theyâre going to be free that early.â I told him.
âI bet they will.â He said stretching his arm over behind my back and softly caressed my hair. âHey when are you thinking of getting a hair cut your starting to look like Lolaâ I gasped at him and swatted his hands away. He burst out laughing as I touched my hair.
âHey thereâs nothing wrong with Lola!â he tried to save himself. I glared at him
âYeah all except the fact that she is a he! Are you trying to tell me that I look like a tranny!â I glared at him mockingly. âI might as well just go over to her house and borrow one of her dresses. Do you think I can make better money performing than bartending?â I asked him narrowing at him.
âI think that youâll be amazing at anything you like, honeyâ he said schooling his face, like I didnât see him secretly laughing at me. I pointed my finger in his face and gave him a dangerous look.
âIâm telling Lola about thisâ I threatened. His eyes widened,
âYou wouldnâtâ he whispered. I rose a brow and did my best seductive expression.
âOh you know I would.â And with that I shot from the couch and ran towards the room.
âLevi!â he yelled getting up to follow me but I had already slammed the door in his face and locked it.
âYouâre in trouble.â I taunted childishly.
âOh come on Levi please, letâs just keep this between me and you babe.â He whined.
âHa, ha, ha, not a chance!â