Escape to Girne

He pushed me down on the bed in a sitting position and knelt between my spread knees. I murmured, “We don’t have time for this” again, but Ergon wasn’t paying a bit of attention. And once he’d opened his mouth over my cock, I didn’t particularly care. I said it again, more weakly, when he stood and grabbed and further spread my thighs with his hands and then entered me and began to pump as I lay back on the bed and reached up to run my hand under his T-shirt and grip his sides. But he didn’t listen to me then either. We were both grunting and moaning and came almost simultaneously. We had fucked often enough now that we knew each other’s patterns and were managing to come together ever more closely in time.

Without pulling out of me when he’d come, he leaned his torso down to mine and pressed his forehead into mine, looking deeply into my eyes. We rarely kissed. It was not a romantic arrangement.

“We could just stay here and do this over and over again into the night,” he whispered to me. He was being a bit affectionate and seductive, which put me on my guard.

“Is there some reason you don’t want to take me to Effendi’s tonight?” I asked. “I could go alone if you don’t want to go. I’m sure I can find it myself.” I’d been there quite a few times in previous years.