make you miss me

I went back to my apartment fairly early. I'm not going to lie. I'm absolutely pissed to think I had an opportunity with Austin. Maybe I looked too deep into the situation and ran with it, hoping that Austin was the knight in shining armour, I craved for.

I guess he was looking for bums on seats, gettin his promo ticket quota up so his after party would look fuller than a Jennifer Lopez concert.

I shoved the key into the lock out of frustration and humiliation. How could I be that stupid to think that Austin was the one for me? I kicked the door open, so hard it bounced off the wall and closed on my face. This made me even more irritated.

I walked into my apartment and felt lonely. Even my cat was nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden I wanted to be with my friends back home, sharing a box and forgetting about my poor decision-making skills, coming over here for an OE and to think I could kickstart my writing career.

Mopey me, kicked the door shut with the back of my heel. I threw my house key into the steel pan in the hallway and made my to the kitchen. I didn't know if I wanted to keep drinking or settle for some coffee. Either way, it was nearly 2300 and in my eyes, the night was still young.

A couple of minutes later, there was a firm knock on my door. I wasn't in the mood for any visitors and I certainly did not want to explain my mopey self to anyone. I got halfway down the hallway, ordering them to piss off but they continued to thrash my door. I had to shoo them away otherwise I would have to deal with Stephanie and the rest of management.

I opened the door, ready to do some amateur kung-fu. But, stopped in my tracks, confused. "Austin?"

There was no hesitation from him. He walked into the apartment, shut the door, covered my mouth and pushed me up against the wall. I stopped, unsure of where this was going. Was he going to throttle me for leaving without saying goodbye?

He let go of my mouth and without any word, threw his tongue into my mouth and started kissing me intensely. Was this frickin happening right now?

He paused, let go. "I'm sorry Jakey..."

Jakey. He has a pet name for me already?

"... I invited you to my shindig and ignored you. These scheming bitches in management."

Milking it for what its worth. "You did look kind of cosy with that blonde bimbo. She was practically riding you like a pony."

"Which I never intended."

No, there is never any intention there, is there? I shrugged. I wasn't dealing with this now. I started to walk away but felt Austin tug on my shirt. I turned to look at him. He was a strapping fine lad; tall, broad-shouldered, sprinkle of stubble in all the right places. He was the true definition of country music.

"Jakey, please," he said, pulling me in. "I gave you the ticket for a reason."

I could smell stale cologne, cigarette smoke and the strong distinct smell of beer. But, it was comforting. I fought his embrace and pushed him away.

"And what's the reason why you're here now?" I demanded, arms folded. "Blonde bimbo not good enough?"

"I told you," he said, sternly. Those eyes were like lasers, ready to carve out my soul. "They aren't for me."

I couldn't resist this pressure anymore. Maybe I am a weakling? Maybe the thought of Austin, literally, on his knees begging for forgiveness was something.

"Do I need to kiss your ass or something?" he asked, taking his jacket off.

His t-shirt lifted up slightly and could just see the lower V-lines above his jeans. Oh. My. God.

I stormed over to the couch and sat down. I doubt he would sit next to me. I supposed I am acting like a little bitch right now but I want to make him miss me. He's obviously hooked on me, what's a little bit of making him feel guilty?

He plonked himself next to me. He reached out and touched my hand, stroking it. "I know I have been an absolute coward. I'm sorry, Jakey. I'm here now."

"I'm not a pushover, you know," I said, sourly.

"Yeah, I can see," he sniggered, touching my cheek, softly. "You're actually a little bitch right now. But, you know, keep acting like this and I might just have to teach you a lesson."

And without any warning, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to fight him but he was stronger than I anticipated.

"Put me, the fuck down."

He threw me on the bed and then jumped on me. "Right now, you're going to do as what daddy says."

He latched onto my dress shirt with both fists on either side and with one pull, both sides ripped open. Buttons bounced off onto the floor. A toothy smile broadened across his lips.

"What're you doing?" I asked, confused. Not that I wanted him to stop, I wanted him to go ahead and do all the nasties under the sun.

He didn't answer, instead, buried his stubbly face into my neck, sweeping his tongue across my shoulder blade.

I gasped, licked my lips, cried softly.

"Do you like that?" he said, smile wider than a shopping aisle.

"You know I do!" I cried softly.

He pushed himself up onto his knees, straddled me and started undoing his belt buckle. He pulled the belt out from around his waist quickly, so much it sounded like a whip. He started undoing his zip. I could just make out the rock hard outline of his dick, pointing to the right.

I pulled him down on top of me again. I wanted to feel that toned slab of meat on me. Minutes of intense kissing and caressing each other, Austin rolled over, pulling me onto him.

"I'm sorry Jakey," he said, kissing my head softly. "It's so hard portraying something you're not."

"I know, Austy. I know."

Where the hell did Austy come from?

He pushed me off slightly then giggled, "Austy?"

"You started it first," I debated. "You called me Jakey!"

"I guess I did, didn't I?" he asked, pulling me closer to him again.

After awhile, we got off each other and Austin stripped off to nothing. His package was decent, not gonna lie. He was eager to plough me, I could tell by the tense presence. I took off my ripped work shirt and followed pursuit, might as well strip bare as well. Who knows what could happen?

Sure enough, we ended in a spooning situation. He rubbed my chest softly.

"Its hard for me to even find the right person to do this, Jakey," he whispered. "I traded my personal life for the rich and famous and in the mean time, I lose out on finding someone like you."

I wanted to say you have found the right guy but I didn't want to freak him out and I didn't want to force my heart onto my sleeve. In two weeks, he would be long gone and I would have to deal with, yet another broken heart.

I gulped. "For now, we live in the moment."

Austin rolled over and scooped me up. "Have a little fun Jakey."

I leant over and kissed him. Then melted in his arms, arching my back so my ass rubbed up against his already throbbing cock. I could feel his hands squeezing my cheeks followed by him starting to gyrate against my cheeks.

"Just do it babe."

He spat a saliva ball onto the palm of his hand and fed it into my ass. He spat another ball and lathered up his cock. After attempting to insert his cock into me, he finally got there.

It felt pleasurable to have not only a man who knew how to take care of me but also a man who was just that... a man. A few more thrusts and he picked up speed. The penetration was enough to send me to cloud 9. He stopped, moved towards the wall, told me to sit on his lap. While I sat in that position that has been months, I sat face to face with him.

"You like, babe?"

"You know I like it," I said, dreamily.

"I haven't had someone like you before," he said as we briefly stopped.

I could feel him get harder, throbbing in my insides. Any more of this and he could well and truly clean me out.

"You okay?" he asked, gently brushing my fringe away.

The sweat was real.

After a few more minutes of flirting and biting our lips, he felt the last rush of energy sweep through him and for the grand finale, turned me into a power bottom. I could feel the climax coming as if the rollercoaster was about to reach the highest point. And just like that, the coaster plummeted and he pushed me off and in the corner of my eye, watched the geyser shoot out of his cock.

"Gentleman," I said, rolling over.

"Nah babe," he said, scooping me up again. "Your turn. I'm not letting you finish off by yourself."

He found my pleasure points and delicately rubbed my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, pulling them softly, giggling at how sensitive I am.

He reached out, nibbling on my earlobe.

"You gonna be a good boy and come for daddy?" he asked, picking up the pace and pressure on my nipples.

Intoxicated by the lust blanketed over us, I aspirated. I still wasn't convinced this was reality. I nodded my head, whimpered.

"I can feel you're getting there, baby," he continued. "Daddy's got you."

Any more of this daddy reference and I'm going to shoot my load. But that's what he wants. And with one swoosh of euphoria blasting through my insides like a tornado touchdown, a load came out like the last splat of toothpaste at the end of the tube.

"Look who's a good boy," Austin giggled, dipping his index finger into the puddle on my stomach. He licked his finger, swallowed and smiled. "And he tastes yummy as well."

He leant over, face first into my stomach, slurping up my ejaculation. As lay there trying to comprehend what happened and get our breathing back to normal, I looked over at the alarm clock. 0225.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your party?" I asked, a toothy grin spreading across my face.

"No," he muffled. "I'm not leaving you."

"You'll have to sneak out then," I suggested. "Management will be looking for you."

"So what?" he asked. He pushed himself off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. "Come on babe, let's shower!"