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I turned on my heel and walked over to the couch. Grabbing my phone, I opened that dating app, swiping to the profile of FreakishStrings. As I looked closely at the photo, there was no denying the shape of his jawline and the way his pants hung on his hips.
FreakishStrings was Kain.
“Holy shit.”
Chapter 23
Kain
I’d never pulled outof a driveway so fast in my life—probably lost a hubcap when I curbed it too. But I knew there was a high chance she would be pissed after I dropped that bomb on her. But it’d needed to be said because I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to stop seeing her after tonight. She could get over my age. It wasn’t anyone’s fucking business what I did and who I fucked. I’d practically been on my own since I had been fourteen—my parents were never home—and if anyone said shit, I would take my guitar and crack it over their fucking skull.
It was way late at this point. There was no way Ghouls was still delivering pizza past midnight, so with that in mind, I drove back to the apartment I shared with a couple of my bandmates. For school, I still technically lived at home, but I had moved all my important shit here months ago, and on the weekends, this was where I crashed.
But before I went up, I reclined my seat back slightly and pulled out my phone. Tapping on the dating app and Lexi’s profile, I clicked on our DMs.
FreakishStrings
Before you freak out, you should know that I didn’t know you were Alexandra07 until you opened your front door. As much as I’m sure you’re into a stalker vibe, based on your movie tastes, baby girl, it was pure fate that I walked up to your doorstep tonight. But fuck am I glad that I did.
I sat there, waiting for a reply that she might not give. Maybe she’d already blocked me. After all, she had been pretty freaked out when she saw my ID. So, while I waited to see if she would reply, I went into my videos, pulling up one that I had secretly taken tonight.
I pressed play, and Lexi’s moans filled my car alongside the sounds of my hips smacking against her as I fucked her ass. Damn, this video was almost as good as being there, doing it. I unzipped my pants, shoving them to my thighs, and pulled my cock out. I gripped it and started stroking myself, moving to the beat of my pace in the video.
God, you are a dirty little freak.Mydirty little freak.
I groaned as I picked up the speed of my strokes, really creating the tight friction I was desperately craving. Then, I held my hand still and thrust up into it, fucking my fist as I closed my eyes and imagined her ass wrapping around me once more, moaning as my pre-cum dribbled down my piercings and into my hand.
I opened my eyes as her cries got louder. I watched as my cock slipped in and out of her tight ass at a rapid pace, knowing I was about to reach my climax in the video.
Oh fuck, baby, I’m going to come again.
I groaned, leaning my head backward, hitting the headrest, the veins in my neck straining as I tensed. With a final long thrust, I released my cum into my hand. Pump after pump untilI emptied myself. I relaxed, breathing quickly for a few minutes before opening the glove box to grab some napkins to clean up the mess I had just made. I tucked my dick away and made myself decent enough to walk over to the garbage cans.
My phone notification chimed just as I tossed them into the garbage can next to our building.
Well, well, what perfect timing,I thought as I saw it was a reply from Lexi.
I read her message, my smirk growing before I typed out my reply. We messaged back and forth a few more times before I walked up the stairs and into the apartment I shared with the guys.
I opened the door to find Riot, the band’s drummer, sprawled wide-legged on the couch. A chick was passed out under his arm. He had said he and the guys were going to go to some party tonight. Apparently, the party had not ended the way he’d wanted—my assumption was based on the scowl on his face when I walked up to them.
“Damn, I knew you were boring, but looks like your date passed out on you before the real fun could begin,” I said as I nodded to the girl, chuckling.
He picked up an empty beer can off the table and threw it at me. “Man, shut the fuck up. You’re getting back late. Thought you were just going to work,” Riot said as the woman stirred against him.
“The storm got me a little sidetracked tonight. I figured you all wouldn’t give a shit. Speaking of the other morons, where the hell are Knox and Jett?”
Riot gestured to a bedroom door. The other bandmates we lived with were brothers, and they shared the largest room in the apartment—and they basically shared all the girls they brought back too. No doubt they were both in there with at least one girl in each of their beds.
“Dude, they came home with not one, not two, but three chicks each, man! Life’s fucking unfair. For the last hour, I’ve had to listen to Jett railing the fucking shit out of one of them against the damn door while my date just sat here, passed the fuck out ’cause she couldn’t hold her liquor. And I am too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a drunk girl.”
I laughed at that statement and made my way to my room, shouting behind me, “Sucks to be you, man! Better luck next time. I’ll catch you in the morning.”
With that, I grabbed some fresh sweats and my towel from my room. I went into the bathroom, finally washed off the face paint, and made my way to bed. I glanced one more time at my messages with Lexi before drifting off for the night.
Chapter 24
Lexi