Carcinogen Crush

[My character’s my story, please do not steal.]

2. The Audition


After the evening of the funeral, Capulet and I became fast friends, and even faster lovers. However, he had tormented me four more times with only deep kisses and disappearances, leaving me to desire what seemed like something I couldn’t have. Two weeks after we had met was when he had finally bedded me on the floor of my apartment, and ever since then, it became a semi-regular thing. The thing with Capulet was, you could never really tell when he was going to show up, or be nonexistent; at first this drove me wildly insane, however, now, it didn’t bother me so much.

I was sitting at my kitchen table one evening; the sky was clouded and threatening rain, reading the newspaper quietly. I hadn’t heard from Capulet in four days, which again, wasn’t abnormal. I sighed, sucking on a peppermint, turning the page from yet another turbulent article, when suddenly the door bell rang. I looked up, slightly startled, ‘who the hell?’ I wondered to myself, I stood, walking over to the door, and without bothering to check through the peep hole, opened it.

I was taken back, my eyes widened when there he stood, a god in his own rights, leaning against my door frame. He was oddly shirtless, his jacket slung over his shoulder, and he was soaked from head to toe. He brushed a few strands of wet hair out of his eyes and smiled crookedly. I didn’t speak for a long moment, “Well, are you going to let me in?” He asked, eyebrow raised. “Oh, yeah...” I shook my head, “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He slid past me, our bodies not managing to touch.
“What the hell happened to you?” I asked, looking down at the wet prints he left behind him; he shrugged, a normal thing for him, you never really knew what he was thinking, or better yet, what he had done or was going to do. He turned to me and smiled, “Does that really matter now?” He stepped close to me, a drop of water falling from his hair and into my face. I opened my mouth to speak, to agree with him, however, he filled my mouth with something other than words. Capulet’s kiss never ceased to amaze me; he slid his tongue into my mouth, and I met his with my own, intertwining them together. He ran his hand down my side, untying the robe I had on, I was planning on taking a shower, however, Capulet always liked to change my plans.

I shrugged it off my shoulders and crushed my breasts against his chest, wanting every inch of me against him. He complied by sliding his hands down my back and cupping my bare ass, bringing it against his soaked jeans; I could feel the bulge of his erect member against my crotch; I shifted slightly, pressing against it. He groaned slightly, he had most likely been depriving himself of sex, something he sometimes did, which made the results so much better. I moving my hands to his hips, caressing them firmly, he responded by shoving me against the door, a hand on either side of my face. I gasped though he reclaimed my lips without any warning. He grabbed my left breast, running his thumb over the erect nipple, I shivered, his touch searing my skin, he then moved to the other one, flicking it, I jumped, surprised by the harsher action, though he knew I loved it. He continued to kiss me, from my lips, to along my jaw and down my neck. His tongue snaked out against crook of my neck before he nipped it with his teeth, I let another gasp escape me as he began to suck on the spot. His other hand continued to fondle my breast; however, it soon slid down my stomach and onto my hip. I parted my legs slightly, in silent encouragement; I had become much braver sexually, than I had been in the beginning. He traced his fingers over my pelvis, making my skin tingle; he danced around my heat, his fingers moving on my thighs. I let out a moan of frustration; I could feel him smile against my skin, knowing all too well that I wanted him. So finally, he no longer tormented me; his hand ran along my slit, which was already damp from his simple kiss; I twitched and whimpered when his fingers grazed my clit, he pressed against it, moving in a slow circular motion, knowing that if he did too much, I would come without him even having to try hard. He left his thumb to toy with my clit and finally, he moved down and slipped a finger into me. I moaned, and the sound increased as he began drove his middle finger in and out of me, though this wasn’t enough, and he knew it. He added his ring finger in next and this is what I had been hoping for, and I finally spoke his name, “C-Capulet...” I sighed; I heard a low chuckle, he raised his head, his lips brushing against my ear. He kissed it, “Shh,” he purred into my ear, which was enough to send me spilling with an orgasm, “I wouldn’t want you to be completely spent yet, would I?”

I could only nod before tilting my head back, his prodding fingers increasing their speed; I ground myself down against his palm, and he met me, pressing upward. He pushed himself against my hip, letting me feel his erection, which in a rush of excitement, knowing what he would do to me. I came. I came hard, I moaned against his shoulder, biting down on the skin. He grunted, this only escalating his own excitement. After a moment, he pulled his now thoroughly soaked fingers out of me, sliding them up my hip, stomach, breasts, neck, until I willingly took them into my mouth. I licked between his fingers, sucked on the digits, until satisfied; he withdrew them and replaced them with another passionate kiss.

I moved my hands to his belt buckle, and he made no argument when I began to unbuckle it. I paused, waiting for the go ahead, he simply nodded and I began unzipping his jeans. They were tight, so I gave them a quick tug and the fell off his slender hips. He wore nothing beneath his jeans, not too uncommon for him; I licked my lips, starting to kneel, however, he stopped me. I looked at him, puzzled and he simply laughed at my bewilderment.

“Oh Image...” He cooed, which started my arousal to heighten once again; the way he said my name, with such want, and need. “Though I would love nothing more than to let you work your magic on me, I feel tonight,” He paused, turning me suddenly and pushing me into the kitchen and onto the table, “This should all be for you,” Before I could respond to his words, he had already climbed over me onto the table, spreading my legs. “Capulet...” I managed to stammer before with a groan, he slid into me. I gasped, “Oh...” I cried out, he pushed himself slowly into me, though he stopped halfway and pulled almost completely back out. Then, without warning, he slammed himself into me, I screamed, he filled every inch of me easily, I was surprised I could even accommodate someone of his...to be blunt, size.

I began a rhythm, sliding in and out of me slowly at first, giving me the courtesy to adjust. Though after a moment, I moaned, which he took as a signal; he began to move quicker, with heavy jolts into me, sending a new wave of bliss through me. His head was just above mine, and he did not look away from me, I flushed, hating it when he watched me with such intensity. Smiling, an erotic smile, he leaned down and kissed me. I whimpered against his lips, bringing my knees up, feeling his hips brush against them with each thrust. I met his thrusts now, bucking wildly into them, he moaned with my new found participation, increasing his movements in and out of me. “Image...” He sighed against my lips, his voice gave me a chill, making my whole body shudder. He pushed harder now, faster, thrusting even deeper into me, if possible. I began panting, moaning, whimpering, and the like freely now, screaming his name, begging him to make me orgasm again.

He growled from deep within his tattooed chest, I buckled my hips, preparing us both for our climax. And when it hit, we our breathing became erratic, I was scratching down his back, which gave him even more incentive to pound himself harder into me, until with an ending full of insanity and desire, I began to orgasm, my walls contracting tightly around his member, making him groan, speak my name in a feral tone, and spill his seed into me.

After a moment, he pulled out of me, and helped me off the table; he ran a hand through his hair, and laughed. I sat up, still panting, “What?” I questioned, “My hair’s drier.” He stated simply, and I laughed as well. I stood, stretching, the lower half of my body feeling like jelly. “So, are you staying?” I asked, picking up my robe, he shook his head, and I looked at him puzzled. He usually stayed for a while after a good fuck. “No, I actually have an audition to go to with the guys,”

So that was the reason for his visit. Capulet always performed better after a good fuck, or at least he wasn’t as nervous. “Oh? Where at?” I asked, loosely tying the robe back around me, “Downtown on third.” He was being short with me, something he only did when he was on edge. He walked into my bedroom, disappearing behind its corner and reemerging after a minute or two fully clothed in things that he had left here from time to time.
I picked up his jeans, “I’ll wash these,” He leaned down and kissed my lips innocently, “Thanks,” And with that, he was gone; the only trace that he was there was the trashed table and the wet pair of jeans in my hand. I sighed, throwing them back on the floor; I’d get to that later. These days, after Capulet and I fucked, I didn’t feel as if I normally did, extremely satisfied and good to go, no, lately, I felt a wedging hole working through the pit of my stomach, and I wasn’t sure why.

I turned, walking into the bathroom, and turning the hot water on, perhaps the new birth control I had just switched to was just making me hormonal.

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[Author’s Notes: Hello everyone, I just wanted to thank anyone who read my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed this one, and will stay loyal enough to read the ones to come. Cheers!]