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I nod and turn, walking into his bathroom to change. I close the door behind me and let out a long breath. The confidence I had at the bar has long evaporated. I undress and pull on his black oversized T-shirt. It has a small Black Hearts MC patch on the breast, and it’s so big for me, it comes down to mid-thigh and the sleeves are hanging down past my elbows. I fill the sink up to wash my face and remove my make-up. The last thing I want to do is wake up in the morning looking like the Joker from Batman. I pat my face dry, thankful that most of the make-up has come off. I squeeze a bit of his toothpaste on my finger and rub it around my teeth, trying to freshen up my stale breath.
“Okay, you’ve got this,” I whisper to my reflection in the mirror.
I pause for a moment with my hand on the handle, before I open the door and walk back into the room, only to see Beast laid there in bed, his bare tattooed chest on display.
Oh shit, this is it. Why am I so nervous? It’s just a guy. It’s just a penis. That’s all it is, I repeat in my head.
I walk to the bed, trying to not act flustered. He pulls back the covers for me to climb in, and I give him a small smile before I slide in next to him. Not sure which way I should face, I decide to lay on my back. Beast thankfully moves and rolls me so that he is spooning me from behind.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he says softly.
I open my mouth. “Er, goodnight,” I reply. He drapes his arm over my waist, holding me close. I lay there for a while, wondering what the hell is going on, until my eyes become heavy, and I begin to drift off to sleep.
I awake the next morning to find myself sprawled over Beast like a human blanket. I lift my head and squint, looking around the room. The memories from last night quickly begin to flood back, and I try to move, but Beast’s arm tightens around me.
“Where are you going?” he asks, his eyes still closed, his voice thick with sleep.
“Bathroom,” I answer.
He sleepily grunts and releases his hold. I go to the bathroom and my hair is a wild mess. There isn’t anything I can do about it here. Once I’m done, I open the bathroom door quietly, and peer across to see if Beast is still asleep; he is. I decide to try and creep to the door and leave, avoiding that awkward morning after. Even though nothing happened.
I make it to the door and look over my shoulder, checking that Beast is still asleep. I sigh, relieved that he is, and slowly turn the handle.
“Why are you leaving?” he asks. I freeze and look over at him, his sleepy eyes half-open, staring at me.
“I er, figured you were still asleep. I didn’t want to disturb you. So, I’m going to go back to my room,” I gesture.
He lifts the covers. “Come here,” he demands. I release the handle and climb back into bed with Beast. He pulls me to him, positioning us so that my head is resting in the crook of his shoulder. He places a kiss on top of my head, and his hand begins to lazily stroke up and down my arm, while I lay there with every muscle tense. “Relax darlin’.” He yawns. I just tense up more. He moves, rolling me onto my back and leans over me, his eyes searching my face.
“What?” I ask.
“Seeing if you are there yet,” he states.
“There what?” I ask.
He smiles, and my eyes drop to his mouth. “If you’re asking, then you’re not.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m tired, maybe it’s because I’m in a guy’s bed, one that I like, and I have made it obvious that I like him, that I want him, and he still refuses to make a move on me,” I snap. I can’t help it. “For fuck’s sake! Will you just stop with the cryptic shit and just explain to me in simple words what it is exactly you want from me? Because one minute your tongue is in my mouth, and then the next, you’re leaving me after teasing me to the point I need to masturbate. Then you call me beautiful, and say the sweetest things. Then you invite me into your bed, and I think okay, this is it. But noooo! It’s where we do nothing but sleep!” I rant.
He looks down at me, an amused expression on his face. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “By Joe, now he’s getting it.”
“Darlin’, I know you want me to fuck you. I know if I was to touch you right now, you would be soaked.” He smirks.
“Then why the hell won’t you fuck me?” I ask, exasperated.
“Because when I fuck you, I’m not pulling out. When I fuck you, I won’t be wearing a fucking condom. When your tight little pussy clamps around my cock milking me, I will be making sure I’m buried so fucking deep inside you, that your body takes my seed,” he admits.
Why does that turn me on? At this point, I am so wet, he may need to change the sheets. “Uh, so you want me pregnant?” I ask, my voice breaking. My mouth has gone dry, probably because all the moisture in my body is apparently now between my legs.
He smiles. “Darlin’, now you are getting it. I told you that you were mine,” he says, cupping my face while slowly stroking his thumb over my bottom lip. “But I’m not going to trap you. I ain’t no fucking asshole. When you realise I am it for you, then darlin’, I am going to fuck you for hours, filling you with my cum,” he rasps.
My heart is beating faster than the bass in a hardcore dance track. “I, I…” I stutter.
He frowns. “Darlin’, you ain’t ready, and that’s okay,” he assures.
I close my eyes and sigh. “I have never, um, had...”
