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"Fuck yeah! Give it to me Matt!" I slammed my head against the chipped black linoleum tiles on the wall. He bit down hard on my neck, and I felt it, reallyfelt him. At the same time, he slammed into me harder than he had so far. His dick was great, thick and veiny and he knew how to lay pipe. I could feel him in my stomach stretching me out every time he pulled all the way out then slammed his whole length back in.
"You love this dick don't you!?!" he roared in my ear, pounding my ass to hell and back. I was on my back in the bathroom on the floor by a few urinals. My jeans were tangled around my ankles, he had torn my underwear off. He was an animal from the minute the door closed. He had shoved my back against it, forced my mouth open and his tongue exploded inside of me. Making love was great, but there was nothing quite like explosive, reckless fucking.
"Hell yea..." I could barely speak between the moans he was fucking out of me. He was like a man possessed. I grabbed the back of his neck and forced him closer to me. I ran my tongue up his sweaty, hairy chest and bit his nipple. He screamed and slammed his dick into me making me scream with him. God this kid was passionate! He grabbed my wrists and slammed them up against the cold wall and pinned them up there. The pain was intense but only momentary, probably would have broken them if I wasn't unbreakable.
"Fucking A!" I gasped. My dick was rocking back and forth wildly, hard as it'd ever been. "Fuck me harder!" From making out against the door, he picked me up and dropped me on the granite sink counter and pulled my shirt off. He tossed his off, and we were back at it again, my back pressed against the cold mirror. He bit my lip, drew a drop of blood, and I moaned into his mouth before I slammed his fist into the mirror behind me. It splintered, he screamed. Then my pants were down, and he ripped my underwear without pulling away from our kiss. He didn't hesitate; he spit on his dick and shoved himself inside of my ass. He was precumming like crazy, but it was the sheer force he used that really shocked me. He hadn't cared if he hurt me, because he knew he couldn't. Then I slammed myself into the splintered mirror, and the glass fell apart around us.
"You want it harder witch?" He growled at me. His sweat was pouring off his face and into my mouth; I swallowed it hungrily. I loved his taste, salty and manly.
"Fuck!" I whined out, rocking my ass to meet his thrusts. I was so close, and I needed him to know that; needed him to be ready to fill me up when I shot all over my chest. His dick seemed to get thicker in me and then i felt it. His first shot was hard and warm but he didn't stop fucking me, kept ramming my ass as hard as he could while he filled me up with his cum. God it felt amazing and I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Ugghh!" I screamed as I came with him. My dick was throbbing and hot as it shot between us and my belly was covered in my own boiling cum. Matt was still shooting inside me but then he pulled out and added his cum to mine. The smell was intoxicating! His cum mixed with mine, our sweat and asses stinking up the bathroom. He had finally stopped cumming, and his dick was soft and sticky pressed against mine. He leaned down onto me and I was suctioned into his stink. Then this massive grin appeared on his face, and he started to laugh.
"What?" I asked. His eyes were such a dark shade of brown they appeared black, but this close I could see they weren't. His body was heavy and light as it lay atop me, and suddenly I could feel the cold sleek quartz floor beneath me, and the little pool of water that had formed from the dripping sink.
"I've never fucked anyone like that before," Matt said, laughing.
"So?"
"I mean- I always wanted to, but I was afraid I'd hurt them. And then I met you, and you were the last person I'd ever expect to let me fuck them like that. But you're the perfect person-"
"Because I'm a Supreme, and you can't hurt me," I knew what he was getting at. It wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. "Well you can get off of me now. I'm pretty sure you still have to get back to work." I started to push him off of me, but he stopped me.
"This can't be it," he smiled as if he knew something about me I didn't. "You loved it. I loved it. We've got to do it again."
"You can only enjoy love in the moments that you have it," I said. This time, when I pushed him he rolled back and I stood up, pulling my pants up. My ass was sore, and leaking cum, so I grabbed a few paper towels and stuffed them in my jeans. "Maybe if you didn't rip my underwear, I'd think about it."
"That was your favorite part," he was behind me, hairy thick arms wrapped around me as he cooed into my ear and played with the rapidly drying cum on my abs.
"No. This is my favorite part," I reached my hand back and latched onto his hair, pulling him into my mouth. We kissed, passionately, our tongue's dancing together. He grew weaker, steadily, and I grew stronger. I opened my eyes; I liked to see this part. I watched as his body began to pale, his veins became more visible. His eyes were loosing their life and he'd lost his ability to speak. I was holding him up, but only for a second more. I stepped away from him, and he crumbled to the ground. I turned to look at myself in the mirror.
Being a Supreme meant that I would be strong and healthy for as long as I am meant to reign, which lasts as long as there is no living replacement. But I was loosing my edge. I looked 23, but tired, like I had been running from something all my life. Now; now I looked alive. I glowed. I felt stronger I was stronger. I was me at my highest high. I had Matt to thank for that.
When I was 2, I got a puppy for my birthday. Before the day ended, it was dead. That was when they realized I was different; not a witch, no I was raised in a family of witches, but that I was more powerful than any before me. I have what I call the touch of death, only as a toddler, I couldn't control it. So, the puppy who never got a name- he died because I held him. Squeezed the life out of him. By the time I was 5 I'd learned to snuff that power out, but the damage had already been done and everyone was afraid to touch me. As I grew older, I gained a more sophisticated understanding of my power. In draining the life out of someone, I'm not just causing them death; I'm giving myself life. Or, I can give that life to someone else.
So looking at myself, high off of his life force, vibrant; invincible. This was my most fearsome power. Because he, like all of those others, cannot be brought back.
I had never been so nervous in my life. It was funny to even think that, because that's how I felt every time I was with Julian. like I was about to vibrate through my skin or something. I pulled out my pack of gum and popped my second piece in my mouth. I was afraid that he'd come back to the table and my breath would stink and he'd think I was some sort of freak.
We were out, in public again. He took me to this karaoke restaurant in the heart of L.A., where like a lot of talented singers were. Which of course made me even more nervous, because singers were people who were confident and awesome and I'd always wanted to be a singer and date a singer. And I felt like everyone was staring at me. Did they know? I mean of course they knew. This wasn't a sports bar of course we were hear on a date. But the lady who sat us down didn't seem to act like she knew anything or maybe she just didn't care.
I'd never dated...anyone. I didn't know what I should be doing. I'd never dated a guy- he was my first boyfriend. Was he my boyfriend? We didn't talk about it and I was afraid to ask. But I'd only known him for two weeks but it seemed like a lifetime because he was all I could think about. What was he doing anyway? I could see him, up by the stage. Was he flirting with that girl? I think she's in charge of the music and performances, but they've been talking for like five minutes. And I don't think he can sing. I mean he would of told me if he could because most people do. He looked at me and smiled. He had the greatest smile I'd ever seen. His teeth were perfect, and his lips were plump but not too plump. I smiled back and looked away. I could feel my ears burning because I knew he was still watching me.
I remember when we first met. I was working a late shift and honestly I only stayed late because someone called out. I should have been at this party that some girl invited me to. I knew she liked me; i wasn't stupid, but what could I say? I can't go because I'm gay, and you want me to go so we can have sex? Or maybe that I wouldn't mind going, as long as you don't mind me trying to steal every guy you dance with. So I jumped when they asked me to stay. It was 9:13 exactly when he walked in. I was talking to a customer when the door dinged and I looked up and I saw... him. I blanked immediately. Julian was incredible. He was like the handsomest guy I'd ever seen and he smiled at me, like he just did which is how I knew I'd been staring. I can't even remember if the customer was a woman or a man, because I spent every following moment watching him.
He was wearing a pair of expensive tan boots and gray american eagle khakis, and a jean colored button up that he'd left unbuttoned. He had a white tank top under and the sleeves were rolled up. He had all these tattoos and was crazy fit, like he worked out every day. I had never been so attracted to someone in my life. And when he came up to the register with nothing in his hands, leaned in close and I could smell his cologne, I nearly creamed my pants. His eyes were perfect, so distant and different. They were ice blue, like that actresses, only they seemed to fit him so much better. I remember studdering and sweating and wishing that I'd worn a different shirt or that I'd went and got my hair cut and then he told me that I was beautiful. Me. My mind was telling me that I shouldn't, but for once my body didn't listen.
It was strange, what happened then. My head was screaming one thing, even my heart was a little wary, but my body followed him into the bathroom. My body kissed him- and then it felt like I was slammed all back into one, and all of me wanted him. But then me- who'd never had sex- went home with him. I didn't think about it. I just did. But I thought about it when I was in the shower, alone. I thought about how disgusted I felt, because my first time was with a perfect stranger. How embarrassed I was that I was 22 and that was my first time. And I didn't tell him. Could he tell? Didn't people look different after their first time? Maybe that's why I'm so into him.
"You seem to be a thousand miles away from here," I hadn't even noticed him standing beside me! But he was, charming and sophisticated. He looked like he belonged on a runway, or in a museum that was dedicated to capturing the best the world had to offer. He could be the coming attraction. Someone- maybe him- had brought a bottle of whine to our table. It was expensive, I could tell because I'd never seen the brand- Chamboulle-Musigny- at Walmart.
"Oh, umm, not really," I said, trying to be casual. I didn't really look at him. Instead, I looked around us. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. They were all laughing and smiling in the way that people did in movies when they were happy without a real reason. "Just thinking."
"About me," He slid his hand over my shoulder, then bent down to whisper in my ear. "I think about you too." He kissed me. His lips were so light against my ear that I knew I could barely feel it but he sent shivers down my spine. "I'm going on in five."
"Going on where?" That was a stupid question, of course he meant on stage. That's why he was talking and not flirting with that girl. She wasn't pretty enough for a guy like him anyway. Neither am I.
"I didn't bring you here just so we could listen to other people sing," He was cheery not arrogant when he responded, which I appreciated. "I'm going to sing for you." I couldn't help it; I blushed.
"Really?" my voice cracked a little for the first time in like years. Why was this happening to me? He must think I'm a loser. But he didn't; I knew he didn't. His eyes were shinning and he smiled.
"Really. So don't run off while I'm gone," He joked before turning on his heel and walking away. More like flying away, because his feet didn't seem to touch the ground. He was wearing black military boots; they were loose and kind of messy at the top. He had on a pair of reddish orange skinny khakis, and a black and white american flag tank top under a tight black leather jacket. When i think about it, he looked like he belonged on stage.
"A friend of Julian's?"
A cliff hanger? Who's coming to crash their date? Who will be the next to fall victim to Julian's ambition? What song is Julian going to sing to Noland? Find out all this and more on next weeks episode of Dragon Ball Z! lol maybe not, but still tune in next time! Email me with any questions or if you just want to chat. We'll here more from Noland in the next chapter too.