I let out a groan as my eyes slowly fluttered awake.
What the FUCK is that noise?
I kept blinking and looking around as I heard yelling, and the room's door handle started to turn.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. It's 3:10 in the fucking morning. I looked to my side. Dominic is not there, so I am assuming he's at the door.
"Fuck off, you, bitch," Dom yelled as he burst through the door.
The hallway light illuminated the room, and I watched him fall flat on the floor as the door shut behind him and the room went back to darkness.
"Go to sleep, boss!" a voice yelled, and I watched as Dominic stood up slowly and started smacking the wall near the light switch.
Is he okay? Why the fuck is he making so much noise?
I watched as the room went bright again as he finally got the light on, and I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand.
I could see him better now; his blazer was gone, his tie was loosely around his neck, and his button-up was wrinkled.
"Fuck," he mumbled as he started to stumble towards me.
Oh great, he was…drunk.
We made eye contact as he took off his tie.
"Oh shit, they got me a whore," he said in this deep voice that gave me the chills.
He had his normal freaky look on his face, but something about it was different.
"I'm not your whore; we made that deal," I said sternly, and he started laughing.
His inhibitions were gone.
The one thing that kept that freaky ass look from taking over his whole being.
They were completely gone; alcohol took them.
"Oh, so what the fuck are you doing in my bed then?" he slurred as he stumbled over to me.
If I could run, I so would, but for some reason, my legs aren't moving. I'm staying put even though I could go to the door and just leave.
My legs wouldn't move.
"You are paying my medical bills," I explained to him.
"So you are a gold digger? Okay, get your kids, but then they've got their friend." He stopped singing "Gold Digger" and started doing the stiffest dance I have ever seen in my life.
My eyes wandered to his face, which was a little bloody, and he had a black eye.
"My name is Ryder, and are you okay?" I asked, concerned.
He smiled as he licked his blood-stained teeth.
"Ryder? The sexy fuck? God, you are even better than a whore," he said, and he started laughing.
I squinted my eyes at him. What is even happening right now?
"Are you okay?" I repeated, and he walked over towards the bed and sat down in front of me.
He was giving me this horny look as he blatantly started checking me out.
I gulped as I felt my face start to get warm, as he stared at me.
"You know that fucker who tried to kill you?" He asked, slowly rocking back and forth, "He fucking set me up. He got me drunk to do, god knows what, but I couldn't stop thinking about your sexy SEXY body and I fucked him up badly. I was going to kill him if the cops didn't come," he said, looking at me with his mouth open and hazy eyes.
"You want to be my whore?" he asked.
I gave him a weird look. What does that have to do with his previous statement?
And, uh, no comment. Double it and give it to the next person.
"Uh, I'm okay," I said, and he gave me a nasty look.
"If only you were hurt…if only." That's the kind of stuff you DON'T say out loud.
"What would you rather be?" he asked as he got closer to me.
"I'll give you two options, my bitch or my whore?" Is…is there even a difference?
He got closer to me, as I continued to give him a weird look. What crappy romance novel does he think he's in right now?
"You have such a sexy body, you know that?" His mind is just horny and more horny; there is no in-between.
"You are just horny, and alcohol is clogging your senses," I said, brushing him off.
"God." I could tell he was getting irritated now. "You keep brushing me off! Stop being annoying and take the compliment. I think you're sexy; just take it," he said. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as well as the blood.
It was kind of hot, not going to lie, but I would never admit that to him.
"Whatever," I said. It's the alcohol that's making him like this. It's the alcohol, that's what I am going to keep telling myself.
He grabbed my chin and the bottom of my neck and brought me closer to him.
He was panting, and his grip tightened as he looked at me.
This wasn't a dream; I could hear the air conditioning. It wasn't a dream.
My chest started to heave up and down. I don't think I've ever had anyone this close to me and this full of lust…or at least real lust.
"Why are you so insecure? Huh? You know it's fucking annoying, right? It doesn't make you mysterious; it just makes you irritating. Take my fucking compliment," he said, mumbling in my ear and repeating his previous line.
I felt my body tense. His breath was hot, and it gave me the chills.
This shouldn't be turning me on, but it is.
I pushed him back, and that just added to his anger.
"Anger management issues aren't hot either," I said, and I watched him snarl at me. My point exactly.
"Oh, but it turns you on, doesn't it?" Hey, now what? When did I say that?
He grabbed my chin, this time not touching my neck but squeezing my face.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked as he started to move back and forth.
Nothing, you brought this on yourself.
"I like tall people who are lean and muscular. What are you doing to me? Every time I see you, I lose my senses. What the fuck are you doing to me?" He asked, and he let go of my face.
He then leaned back to check me out.
"Oh, baby doll, if only you weren't hurt," he said in this mocking, condescending tone of voice. What is wrong with this man?
I shook my head. Oh, nah, I have to sleep in a different room tonight or something.
His breathing picked up as he looked me up and down.
His hangover was going to be from hell tomorrow.
"Let me clean you up," I said, using the bed and the nightstand to help me stand up.
"God, look at your ass," he said, and I heard him get up.
I felt him grab my waist and walk behind me.
We finally made it to the bathroom, and I told him to "Sit down."
"Oh, so commanding," he mocked with his hands up as he sat down on the toilet.
"You are a weirdo."
"And you are the sexiest bitch I've ever seen in my whole life," he said.
"I'm not a bitch," I explained, looking for a first aid kit. Thank God it was in the first drawer that I looked in, because I really CAN'T do this right now.
I felt a smack on my ass. "Doesn't make you any less sexy."
I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh. "Hey, keep your hands to yourself," I said, turning around and pointing at him.
He started to man spread as he laughed.
I leaned over him and started to disinfect whatever cuts he had.
"That fucking hurts," he spat.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I don't care," I said, holding his face in place as I continued what I was doing.
I pushed him back. "Okay, all done," I said, and he slumped back like I had just killed him.
"Let me check your hand," I said as I grabbed his hand and disinfected it as well.
"Okay, stand up and rinse whatever the fuck is in your mouth," I said, and he stood up and, with my help, swished water around in his mouth and spit it back out.
He kept doing this until he stopped spitting out blood.
"Okay, smile," I said.
He rested his hands right above my ass as he smiled at me.
I looked at his teeth, which were still stained with blood.
I grabbed the toothbrush that wasn't mine. I washed it, put toothpaste on it, and washed it again. "Open," I said, and he did so.
Trying to brush this man's teeth is like trying to brush a dog's teeth; he kept snarling at me.
"Spit and rinse," I said, and he let go of me and did that.
"Smile." He smiled again—no more blood; fantastic.
I looked at him as he gave me this look.
"You are so sexy," he said again.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Okay," I said, using the counter to make my way back to his room.
"Fuck," I heard him mumble, and he turned me around to face him.
"Stop being weird."
"Say it."
"Say what?" I asked.
"Say I'm sexy."
I gave him a weird look. "Ew, no."
"Say that you are sexy; say it, say it right now," he said, getting a little too handsy for my liking.
"No," I repeated, and I tried to push him off. Note tried.
"Why?"
"Because you are intoxicated and spewing nonsense. I am not going to feed into it," I said and shrugged. He looked pissed.
I don't think I can deal with this ALL fucking night.
Because this guy and the Dominic I knew were two different people. Two VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE.
The Dominic I knew was a nice-ish family man, rough around the edges but overall a pretty good guy.
This guy was horny all the time; it felt like he was snappy when he didn't get his way. And he didn't like the word NO either.
Weird.
"Even if you don't believe me, you are truly gorgeous," he said, and this time it felt like Dominic. It felt like the guy who always gave me warm smiles and warm looks.
It felt real. My heart started to pound as my stomach got all warm.
"Help me back to your room so we can get you changed," I said. I was very impressed that he hadn't vomited yet, but also very grateful.
He bent down.
"Just help me walk over there; why do we have to do this every time?" I asked, giving him a weird look.
He was on his knees, looking up at me with this desperate look on his face. Damn, now I'm the horny one.
"What? Do you think you're heavy?" he joked.
"I mean, I'm not light. And you are drunk and definitely already have some back problems from pushing 40," I said, and he started laughing.
"So you're calling me weak?"
"No, I didn't say that. I'm SAYING I'm a little heavy and you are drunk," I explained.
He let out another laugh and then put me over his shoulder.
Then, without even standing all the way up, he put me back down.
He got off his knees and stood up in front of me. "Or would you rather me carry you like this?" he asked, and before I could even do anything, he lifted me…like I was a princess.
"I'd actually prefer to be thrown over your shoulder like a rag doll," I said, and he laughed, being careful of my arm and leg as he walked, stumbling every which way.
He was definitely still drunk.
He put me on the bed. I sighed. I am so grateful he didn't drop me flat on my ass.
"Okay, now, go get boxers; can you do that?" I asked, and he nodded quickly, like a dog.
I let out a laugh as he fell flat on his face again. For some reason, he could carry me out of the bathroom but couldn't fucking walk the 2 feet to his dresser.
I laughed harder as I reached out for my phone to check the time. I pulled the phone closer to me. It was 3:33 am, holy shit.
I sighed. He was not going to remember any of this in the morning.
I opened my phone, went to the camera app, and swiped over to the video option. I was going to make sure he remembered his, because there's no way I am going down alone right now.
I flipped the camera to selfie mode, then clicked the red button. "Hi, future future Dominic and I. You are currently drunk out of your mind and have been spewing nonsense for the past…I don't know how long, so this is for you to look at in the morning when you can't remember anything," I said to my phone and put it down on the nightstand.
It had a nice view of his whole bedroom. I moved it a bit, now you can see the whole bed and some of his closet and dresser.
I turned to look at the camera and said sheepishly, "Drunk you is very aggressive, but I've tended to all of your wounds and brushed your teeth."
I turned back around to Dominic, who had somehow ripped out his entire underwear drawer from its place in his dresser.
I let out a long sigh.
"Grab one of those; you can fix that in the morning," I said, and he started laughing as he grabbed a pair of underwear and stumbled back over to the bed.
"Now, can you take your clothes off, or do I have to do that for you, too?" I teased, and he, from the looks of it, could not fucking take off his button-up shirt, so the answer was no, he could not take off his clothes, and I had to do it for him.
"Okay, come here," I said. He got closer to him, and I started to unbutton his shirt with my working hand.
"How can you do that?"
"Because I'm not incompetent," I explained, pulling it off him and putting it on the floor.
I turned my attention back to him. He was a little sweaty but still muscular and, dare I say, hot.
I unbuttoned his pants and made an effort to pull them off of him.
"Are you giving me a blowjob, pretty thing?" he asked as he grabbed the back of my head. I should actually punch him in the face.
"Nope, nope, not happening. I am helping you so you can go to bed," I said, and he looked me up and down and then let go of my head.
I turned around to my phone. "This is what I have had to deal with for the past, like 30 minutes."
"Who are you talking to?"
I turned back around to him. "Not you. Now lift your ass," I explained, and he did. I got his pants off, and I was greeted with a…boner. Great, GREAT!
"Now, can you go to the bathroom and take off…" I instantly turned around. This bitch.
I just got flashed. I let out a sigh. My God, I did not need to see that.
"Get your dick out of my face," I said.
I turned back to see him in his boxers, still hard, but at least I couldn't see it in the flesh.
He lay down next to me on his back.
"Are you finally sleeping?" I asked.
I felt him randomly squeeze my thigh.
"What?"
"You have nice thighs," he said, not answering my question, so I took it as a no.
"Okay."
He got out of his lying down position and put one leg on either side of my legs, and basically sat down on me.
"Can you just go to sleep, please?" I said. I am not trying to film a porno right now.
I turned around to look at the phone. "Dominic, look at your ass," I said.
I turned back to look at the horny man in front of me.
He leaned down, moved back on my legs, and started kissing my thighs.
"Hey, hey, what are you…" I bit my lip. I am not moaning for this fool. Nope. HELL NO.
God, my stomach felt all icky, and I was genuinely getting all hot and bothered. Was he being for real?
"Stop! You need to stop kissing my legs," I said, and he went from kissing to biting. This fucking bitch.
I felt my legs tense as a wave of pleasure rolled over me. And against my horny brain's better judgment, I pushed his head off, and he, like clockwork, went right back down.
As his kisses continued, I felt myself laughing as the pleasure started to turn ticklish.
"Dom, stop," I said, laughing and pushing his head up.
He smiled at me with this freaky smile. Then he lifted his head all the way up and got closer to my ear and let out a shaky breath.
"I want to fuck you." EXCUSE ME?
"Dominic, go to sleep," I explained.
He was drunk; he wasn't thinking straight. This wasn't him.
I closed my eyes. Go down, please go down. He's joking. Please, Dick, I beg.
"I want to fuck you first," he said, kissing my ears. I opened my eyes back up.
God, I was getting turned on.
"You are drunk."
"I want to fuck you into my mattress; I want to fuck you so hard," he mumbled. This is not real. None of this is real.
I shook my head quickly. I don't know what was wrong with my brain, but his aggressive, dirty talking was making my brain go into overdrive.
He grabbed my neck, but not hard enough to choke me, and started to kiss the side of my face. "I want to pound you so fucking hard; I want you, baby; I need you; please want me," he said. This is fake. This is actually not happening right now.
I had to stand my ground.
I had to; he was drunk. He wasn't thinking.
I couldn't let his cringeworthy words get to my head.
"Stop," I said, pushing him off in between moans. "You are drunk."
He smiled at me. "You are turned on, too," he said, letting go of my neck so he could start kissing it more.
AND just like my legs, the kissing turned to biting.
I pushed him off. This was getting so repetitive.
"Stop it and go to bed," I said sternly, putting my finger in his face.
"Come on, baby, just one round." Hmm…tempting but no.
He squeezed my thigh and started kissing the side of my face again.
"No," I said sternly, and he started to pout.
"Why are you a virgin?" He asked.
"No."
He looked at me like I had six heads, "Why? You got a boyfriend?"
Then I watched as his eyes changed and he started to spiral.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Why did that never cross my mind?" he started to look around. "I didn't ask if you had a girlfriend or boyfriend. What is wrong with me? Fuck, fuck," he was really starting to panic.
"I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend," I said, and I watched as his expression changed and he started to calm down.
I snickered. I'm glad he still had some morals.
He looked at me again, his expression back to the one he had before.
I take it back.
"I will not have sex with you because you are drunk," I said simply.
"Can I at least get a kiss?" he asked.
Was I really going to cave in? After all of that?
"Will you promise to go to sleep?" I asked, and he nodded quickly, sitting next to me with a smile.
He had 3 moods: horny, angry, and puppy.
"Promise me," I said, and he nodded.
"I promise." He said, putting his hands up in the air. "Then I will go to sleep," he beamed.
I smirked. Fucking weirdo.
I really wanted to get my ass back in bed and not deal with him anymore, so I caved…like a fucking moron.
"Okay," I said.
I leaned in, and he started to kiss me as I closed my eyes.
I felt like I was kissing the fucking devil or some shit because this was the hottest kiss I have ever had.
He kissed me with all the passion he had been giving me all night, with all the lust he had for me, or…all the lust the alcohol had for me.
As his tongue invaded my mouth, I could still taste a faint bit of alcohol, but it had thankfully been mostly drowned out by his toothpaste.
My mind was going blank, my God.
I started kissing him back, and before I knew it, we were making out. I was a fucking idiot.
He somehow guided me on top of him without hitting my arm or leg, and we continued to kiss. I could feel his hard-on against me, and it was making me lose my fucking mind.
"Dom," I moaned as I pulled back from him. I had to stop this.
He smiled, brought me closer, and bit my lip. He then put his hands on my waist, and I felt him try to move his hip. I'm folding so hard right now.
I felt him squeeze my hips as we continued to make out and start to grind into me.
I pulled back, panting. "Dominic, I swear to God," I said, and he smiled.
He was staring at me like he wanted to eat me.
I got off of him.
He reached out to touch me. "Don't grab me! I am not trying to film a porno with you right now," I said, and he laughed.
"Can I get one more kiss?" he asked, pouting.
I rolled my eyes.
I lay him down flat and, being cautious, moved myself to sit on his chest.
"Or are you gonna squeeze me to death with these thighs, Mommas?"
'Mommas' is crazy. Who does this weird, horny fuck think he is?
"I'm doing this so you don't try to swindle me," I said, leaning down and kissing him on the lips.
"Now go to sleep," I said, pushing off of him.
He got out of bed, "Didn't I just fucking say go to sleep?"
"I am turning off the light," he said with his hands up.
My eyes lingered down to his dick. He was still hard as fuck.
I turned my attention back to my phone. "Dominic. I know you aren't going to remember anything of this, but it was not my intention to film a porno with you."
I turned off the video, and Dominic did the same with the lights, and I heard him get into bed next to me.
Bruh, this is my first night here, it's gonna be a long fucking couple of weeks.
I slid out of bed and used the nightstand to make my way to his bathroom.
"Are you okay?" I heard him ask.
"Lights are out, Dom. Sleep," I said, and I heard him laugh.
I turned on the bathroom light and shut the door.
Holy shit, what is wrong with me?
I slid down on the bathroom floor.
Fuck. What if he did that when he wasn't drunk? Would the outcome have been different?
No, because he would never. He doesn't like me like that; it's just the alcohol talking.
I sighed. I'm disappointed that I'm hard right now.
I rubbed my sore cock. Disappointed as fuck.
I reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock.
Fuck, it felt so fucking good to get some relief. I have been hard for the past 43 minutes; I can't even stand it right now.
I closed my eyes as the two of us making out played over and over in my head. I have never actually made out with anyone before, so that was an interesting journey.
I am surprised I didn't cum from us making out.
I stroked myself up and down; my mind was on him.
His body, his face, his aggressive remarks, every fucking thing about him.
How he felt pressed against me, how he guided my hips, and how he had kissed me so passionately.
I felt the buildup.
Oh god.
I squeezed the base of my cock as I continued to stroke myself.
My mind started to play back the things he had said to me, all the dirty, horrendous things he said to me.
Fuck, I am so horny from that alone; I could just cum thinking about it.
I continued to stroke and squeeze myself until I felt my whole body start to tense.
I bit my shirt as I felt myself cum.
Oh god, I was panting as I leaned my back against the door.
I took deep breaths until my breathing returned to normal. Oh fuck.
Great, now it's worse. I took off my boxers.
I got up, using the sink to stand, and washed my face.
I turned off the light, opened the door, and stumbled over to the bed.
I reached under his bed and put on a new pair of boxers.
I took off my glasses and put them back on the nightstand.
I lay back on the bed as I could faintly see Dom's face.
He was very handsome.
And he looks so peaceful sleeping.
I pushed his hair out of his face.
I smiled.
Fucking dirty old man.