I blinked the fog from my eyes as a bright ray of light blinded me. I turned away with a wince and wiped my vision clear. The room began spinning, but not in a sickening way; I think I was still drunk. While glancing around the room, I realized I was completely naked.
"Wait, what happened?" I asked myself while rubbing my head, "How drunk did I get last night?"
I felt a deep soreness when trying to get off my bed.
"Ugh!" I heaved and froze in place, "Oh, no, who did I fuck last night?"
I grabbed my red silk robe from the closet and entered my kitchen. Why did everything have to be so bright? I fumbled for my sunglasses before attempting to make myself coffee.
"You're up-"
"Oh! Fuck!" I hollered.
I saw Deacon holding a carrier of coffee in one hand and a bag in the other. What was he doing here?
"Oh, no," I whispered under my breath. Not him.
"I thought you could use some coffee and a bagel," he continued while walking over to me.
"That's real sweet," I forced.
I mean, it was. I was in no shape to make food or coffee, for that matter. I slowly approached him and received the coffee and food with the best smile I could fake. I felt relief once I inhaled most of my coffee and half of my bagel. I can't remember the last time I ate something other than meat.
"Thank you," I said while removing my sunglasses.
He looked at me nervously, "Do you remember last night."
"Vaguely," I lied. Honestly, I don't remember.
He blinked in disbelief, "What happened?"
"I-I'm sorry?" I stammered.
"What happened last night?" he clarified.
I searched the table for answers, but none were coming to me, "I-um-"
Deacons eagerly awaited my reply, but I was at a loss.
"Okay," I sighed, "I don't fully remember what happened last night. I remember the bar and stumbling home, and everything becomes blurred. I assume you stayed the night, so I possibly coerced you into fucking me, but that's the best-educated guess I can muster given the circumstances of this morning."
Upon hearing my confession, his expression turned from eager to smug, "You don't remember? Are you sure that's not an excuse?"
"No, I honestly don't remember, but given how sore I am..." I refused to finish the sentence.
With a bite of his lip, Deacon hastily made his way over to me. Within seconds, he lifted me from my chair to the tabletop before pressing his lips on mine.
"Wait-"
I tried to resist, but he kissed me once more. His tongue ravaged my mouth while his fingers began rubbing at my swollen clit.
"Ugh! Deacon!" I whimpered.
He rubbed over my slick open over and over again without hesitation. His mouth left mine and began tracing down my neck to my collar.
"Ugh!" I moaned while digging my nails into his shirt.
"Easy, I already have battle wounds from last night," he teased.
"What?" I rasped.
"You destroyed my back last night with those nails," he taunted.
I blushed and turned away. I wish I could remember. He went back to kissing my neck before removing my robe. I nibbled my lower lip and tried my best to keep from moaning as he suckled my breasts. I threw my head back as he slid two fingers inside of my swollen body. The slight burn brought a small tear to my eye. The intensity of feeling his fingers inside of me was familiar yet foreign.
"Please," I begged, "It hurts."
"Shhh," he hushed, "You'll feel better soon."
Before I could react, he shoved his rock-hard erection inside of me. My eyes widened while gasping in pain.
"Ugh! Ugh!" I cried out as he began moving in and out of me. I dug my nails in deeper and deeper with each thrust.
"Ahh!" Deacon grunted as the sound of his shirt tore beneath my nails.
Within moments, I felt a familiar build-up, but on top of the pain I was still feeling, I wasn't sure how to feel. It was all so confusing.
"I-I feel strange, Deacon!" I confessed.
He covered my mouth with him as his pace quickened. I moaned against his mouth as tears trickled down my cheek. A painful explosion within me lingered to the tips of my toes. When he pulled out, I saw that he was still erect and began rubbing his dick over my belly. Once he came, he looked down at me.
"I know you're sore. I didn't want to hurt you," he explained before putting his dick back in his pants.
He entered the kitchen, returned with a damp, warm rag, and wiped my stomach clean.
"Thank you," I croaked.
"I have a class to teach," he stated, "I have to go. Are you still going to come by and pose for me?"
If I was being honest, I didn't want to, but I didn't need to act like a child.
"I mean, I know every inch of your body now," he cockily clarified.
"Dick," I replied.
"How about this, if you still want to pose for me, come by in two nights," he offered, "That way, your body wont be sore, and once I'm done, I can fuck your brains out like I did last night."
I blushed as he pecked me on the cheek before making his exit.