Chapter 31: Grumpy Bed Hump

Chapter Thirty One
But instead of bitching at him about it, I take a deep breath and nod, hurriedly excusing myself from the living area. I try to calm myself down as I speed-walk to the kitchen, reminding myself that I’m here for a purpose this weekend: to get my ass cherry popped, and then sayonara. I’ll be saying goodbye to this pompous asshole, even if it makes things uncomfortable at work.
After all, Duke can be such a prick sometimes. It’s like he doesn’t care about me or my feelings even one iota. At first, I thought that he was just socially awkward or completely oblivious or something, but now I’m almost sure that he fully understands that the way he talks to me is unacceptable, but he just doesn’t give a damn.
Then again, Duke has a decent job and a steady career, so maybe I should just shut it. It’s not like there are lots of eligible men lining up to ask me out, so I have to be thankful for what I have. Plus, he’s not too bad looking, if you like the Italian mafioso look. His black hair tends to get greasy, but at least it’s thick without any traces of gray. He’s a little on the thin side too, but he says working out isn’t a possibility given his busy schedule.
Still, if I’ve learned anything from my relationship with Duke , it’s that maturity doesn’t necessarily come with age. My boyfriend’s already in his thirties, and yet he’s so fucking childish sometimes. Maybe I will break up with him after all this is over, I think once again. But that’s then, and this is now. I slap a smile on my face and turn back with an ice cold beer in hand.
“Here you go,” I say politely. He nods his head a little and grabs the bottle before taking a long swig.
“Ah!” he sighs with satisfaction before letting out a big belch. “Must be those Cheetos that I had on the way up,” he says, rubbing at his belly. “Hot Cheetos always do that to me.”
I stare at him. Seriously, this is really getting gross. I can even smell the Hot Cheetos in the air from his burp, and revulsion is rising in my throat. But then my inner voice reminds me to keep my eyes on the prize, and I take another deep breath, trying to calm myself. I’m just about to turn around to go back to unpacking our luggage when suddenly, Duke reaches one long arm out, and wends it about my waist before pulling me down to the couch again.
“Hey pretty girl,” he snickers. “Ready for some sexy times?”
The smell of Hot Cheetos is overpowering from this distance, but before I can say anything, he presses his lips against my own, practically forcing my mouth open to push his tongue inside. It slides like a huge slug down my throat, and I let out a muffled “oomph” as I’m partially suffocated.
“Calm down,” he breathes, his breath hot on my cheek. “I know you like it.” Oh god. His kiss tastes strongly of the beer that he just drank, and again, the Hot Cheetos stench is overpowering. But I try to smile because maybe this is it. Will we finally do the dirty? Duke smiles, as if reading my mind, and his hands move around my body awkwardly, as if he doesn’t know what to do with them. Then, he rubs my elbows and knees, groaning as his pelvis grinds between my legs.
“You like that?” he mutters. “Shit, you’re hot, baby girl.”
“Um—”
I’m thankful this time when he cuts me off with a kiss.
“Yes, I think so,” he moans. “It’s time, sweetheart.”
My pulse races. Is it really time? Will I get my ass cherry popped? Sure enough, Duke grunts and pulls away from our kiss in order to tug my pants off. It’s an awkward struggle because the denim is stiff and my hips are wide, but finally, he gets them off so that I’m clad only in my panties, socks and a heavy sweater.
“Is it time for what we were talking about,Duke ?” I ask in what I hope is a sexy mewl as he climbs back onto the couch next to me.
“Sure is, pretty girl,” he simpers before running a hand down the back of my thong to tap at that secret space between my cheeks. “You ready for it?”
My breath comes fast because finally, finally, my opportunity has arrived. Maybe I’ll be doing it with a man who’s not my first choice, but at least I’ll get some experience under my belt because I’ve heard amazing things about back door love, and I can’t wait.
I appreciate his enthusiasm—really, I do—but right now, he’s not exactly the sexiest guy in the world. As he ruts between my legs, letting out weird groaning sounds, he licks my cheek in an attempt to be sexy. But it reminds me more of an overeager puppy, and I sigh while sinking back into the couch cushions.
After all, sex with Duke is never that great even though he’s always alluding to the boat load of girls that he was with before me. Really? If you’re in the triple-digits when it comes to partners, then why do you often ejaculate prematurely? Why do you seem so unsure sometimes, getting lost in that territory between my asshole and pussy? But more often than not, he’ll let out a loud groan and head to the bathroom to get washed up soon after he comes. Then I have to spend the next few minutes trying to get myself off under the covers.