I can't move on

What the fuck is that noise?

I heard yelling and the door handle of the room.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. It's 3:10 in the fucking morning, Dom is nowhere to be seen and I'm assuming he's at the door.

"Fuck off you, bitch," Dom said as he busted through the door. 

I watched him fall in the hallway light and then the door shut behind him and it went back to darkness.

"Go to sleep, boss!" a voice yelled and I watched as Dominic stood up and started smacking the wall near the light switch.

Is he okay? Why the fuck is he making so much noise?

He finally got the light on and I grabbed my glasses off the nightstand.

I could see him better now; his blazer was gone, his tie was loosely around his neck and his button-up was wrinkled.

"Fuck," he mumbled as he started to stumble.

Oh great, he was drunk. 

We made eye contact as he took his tie off.

"Oh shit, they got me a whore," he said in this deep voice that gave me the chills.

He had his normal freaky look but something about it was different.

"I'm not your whore; we made that deal," I said sternly and he started laughing.

His inhibitions were gone.

The one thing that kept that freaky-ass look from taking over his whole being.

Alcohol took them. They were completely gone. 

"Oh, so what the fuck are you doing in my bed then?" he slurred as he stumbled over to me.

If I could run, I so would, but for some reason, my legs aren't moving. I'm staying put even though I could go to the door and just leave.

My legs wouldn't move.

"You are paying my medical bills."

"So you are a gold digger? Okay, get yo kids, but then they got their friend." He stopped singing Gold Digger and started doing the most stiff dance I have ever seen in my life.

His face was a little bloody and he had a black eye.

"My name is Ryder, and are you okay?"

He smiled as he licked his blood-stained teeth.

"Ryder? The sexy fuck? God, you are even better than a whore," he said and he started laughing.

What is even happening right now?

"Are you okay?" I repeated and he walked over and sat on the bed in front of me.

He was giving me this horny look as he blatantly started checking me out.

I felt my face start to get warm as he stared at me.

He smiled at me with a bloody smile.

"You know that fucker who tried to kill you? He fucking set me up. He got me drunk to do, god knows, but I couldn't stop thinking about your sexy SEXY body and I fucked him up badly. I was going to kill him if the cops didn't come," he said, looking at me with his mouth open and hazy eyes. 

"You want to be my whore?" he asked. Wait, what does that have to do with the previous comment?

And, uh, no comment. Double it and give it to the next person.

"Uh, I'm okay," I said and he gave me a nasty look.

"Oh, if only you were hurt, if only." That's the kind of stuff you don't say out loud.

"What would you rather be?" he asked as he got closer to me.

"I'll give you two options, my bitch or my whore?" Is there even a difference?

He got closer to me.

"You have such a sexy body, you know that?" His mind is just horny and more horny; there is no in-between. 

"You are just horny and alcohol is clogging your senses," I said, brushing him off.

"God, you keep brushing me off. Stop being annoying and take the compliment. I think you're sexy; just take it," he said. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and the blood.

It was kind of hot, not going to lie, but I would never admit that to him.

"Whatever," I said. It's the alcohol that's making him like this. It's the alcohol.

He grabbed my chin and the bottom of my neck and got closer to me.

He was panting. And his grip tightened as he looked at me.

This wasn't a dream; I could hear the air conditioning. It wasn't a dream.

My chest started to heave. I don't think I've ever had anyone this close to me and this full of lust.

"Why are you so insecure? Huh? You know it's fucking annoying, right? It doesn't make you mysterious; it just makes you irritating. Take my fucking compliment," he said, mumbling in my ear and repeating his previous line.

I felt tense. His breathing was hot and it made me get the chills.

This shouldn't be turning me on but it is.

I pushed him back and that just added to his anger.

"Anger management issues aren't hot either," I said and I watched him snarl at me. My point exactly.

"Oh but it turns you on, doesn't it?" Hey, now what? When did I say that?

He grabbed my chin, this time not touching my neck, but this time squeezing my face.

"What are you doing to me?" he asked as he started to move back and forth.

Nothing, you brought this on yourself.

"I like tall people who are lean and muscular. What are you doing to me? Every time I see you, I lose my senses. What the fuck are you doing to me?" He said that, and he let go of my face.

He leaned back to check me out.

"Oh, baby doll, if only you weren't hurt," he said in this mocking, condescending tone of voice. What is wrong with this man? Nah, I have to sleep in a different room tonight or something.

His breathing picked up as he looked me up and down.

His hangover was going to be from hell tomorrow.

"Let me clean you up," I said, using the bed and the nightstand to stand up.

"God, look at your ass," he said and I heard him get up.

I felt him grab my waist and walk behind me.

We made it to the bathroom. "Sit down."

"Oh so commanding," he said with his hands up as he sat down on the toilet.

"You are a weirdo."

"And you are the sexiest bitch I've ever seen in my whole life," he said.

"I'm not a bitch," I explained, looking for his first aid. Thank God it was in the first cabinet.

I felt a smack on my ass. "doesn't make you any less sexy."

"Hey, keep your hands to yourself," I said, turning around and pointing at him.

He started to man spread and he laughed.

I leaned over him and started to disinfect whatever cuts he had.

"That fucking hurts," he spat.

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't care," I said, holding his face in place as I continued to disinfect his cuts.

"Okay, all done," I said and he slumped back like I had just killed him.

"Let me check your hand," I said as I grabbed his hand.

I disinfected that as well.

"Okay, stand up and rinse whatever the fuck is in your mouth," I said and he stood up and, with my help, swished water around his mouth and spit it back out.

He kept this up until he stopped spitting out blood. 

"Okay, smile," I said.

He rested his hands right above my ass as he smiled at me.

His teeth were still stained with blood.

I grabbed the toothbrush that wasn't mine.

I washed it, put toothpaste on it, and washed it again.

"Open," I said and he did so.

Trying to brush this man's teeth is like trying to brush a dog's teeth. He kept snarling at me as I cleaned everything.

"Spit and rinse," I said and he let go of me and did that.

"Smile," he smiled. No more blood; fantastic.

He gave me this look.

"You are so sexy," he said again.

"Okay," I said, using the counter to make my way back to his room.

"Fuck," I heard him mumble, and he turned me around to face him.

"Stop being weird."

"Say it."

"Say what?" I asked.

"Say I'm sexy."

"Ew no."

"Say that you are sexy; say it, say it right now," he said, getting a little too handsy for my liking.

"No," I repeated and I tried to push him off. Note tried.

"Why?"

"Because you are intoxicated and spewing non sense, I am not feeding into it," I said and shrugged.

He looked pissed. 

I don't think I can deal with this all fucking night.

Because this guy and the Dominic I knew were two different people.

The Dominic I knew was a nice-ish family man who was rough around the edges but overall a pretty good guy.

This guy was horny and snappy when he didn't get his way and he didn't like the word no.

Weird.

"Even if you don't believe me, you are truly gorgeous," he said and this time it felt like Dominic. It felt like the guy who always gave me warm smiles and warm looks.

It felt real. My heart started to pound as my stomach got all warm.

"Help me back to your room so we can get you changed," I said. I was very impressed that he hadn't vomited yet but also very grateful.

He bent down.

"Just help me walk over there; why do we have to do this every time?" I explained.

He was on his knees, looking up at me. Damn, now I'm the horny one.

"What? Do you think you're heavy?" he joked.

"I mean, I'm not light. And you are drunk and definitely already have some back problems from pushing 40," I said and he started laughing.

"So you are calling me weak?"

"No, I'm saying I'm a little heavy and you are drunk," I explained.

He put me over his shoulder and then put me back down.

"Or would you rather me carry you like this?" he asked and before I could even do anything, he lifted me into a princess carry.

"I'd actually prefer to be thrown over your shoulder like a rag doll," I said and he laughed, being careful of my arm and leg as he walked. He was definitely still drunk by the way he was walking.

He put me on the bed. I am so grateful he didn't drop my ass. 

"Get boxers; can you do that?" I asked, and he nodded.

For some reason, he could carry me out of the bathroom but couldn't fucking walk to his dresser.

He fell and I watched as he started to laugh.

I checked my phone; it was 3:33 am. Holy shit.

He was not going to remember any of this so I went to my camera and clicked the video button.

"Hi, future me and future Dominic. You are currently drunk out of your mind and have been spewing nonsense for the past—I don't know how long—so this is for you to look at in the morning when you can't remember anything," I said to my phone and put it down on the nightstand.

It had a view of his whole bedroom but mainly his bed.

I turned to look at the camera and said, "Drunk you is very aggressive and I've tended to your wounds and brushed your teeth, all of which wasn't on my agenda."

I turned back and Dominic had somehow ripped the drawer of his underwear fully out.

I sighed.

"Grab one of those; you can fix that in the morning," I said and he started laughing as he grabbed one and stumbled back over to the bed.

"Now can you take your clothes off or do I have to do that for you too?" I teased him, and he, from the looks of it, could not fucking take off his button up shirt.

"Okay, come here," I said and I started to unbutton his shirt with my working hand.

"How can you do that?"

"Because I'm not incompetent," I explained, pulling it off him and putting it on the floor.

He was a little sweaty but still muscular and, dare I say, hot.

I unbuttoned his pants and made an effort to pull them off of him.

"Are you giving me a blowjob pretty thing?" he asked as he grabbed the back of my head.

"Nope, nope, not happening. I am helping you so you can go to bed," I said and he looked me up and down and then let go of my head.

I turned around to my phone. "This is what I have had to deal with for the past, like 30 minutes."

"Who are you talking to?"

"Not you. Now lift your ass up," I explained as he did. I got his pants off and I was greeted with a boner.

Great, great.

"Now can you go to the bathroom and take off…" I instantly turned around.

I just got flashed; I did not need to see that.

"Get your dick out of my face," I said.

I turned back to see him in his boxers—still hard but at least I couldn't see it in the flesh.

He lay down next to me on his back.

"Are you finally sleeping?" I asked.

He randomly squeezed my thigh.

"What?"

"You have nice thighs," he said, not answering my question so I take it as a no. 

"Okay."

He got out of his lying down position and put one leg on either side of my legs.

"Can you just go to sleep, please?" I said. I am not trying to film a porno right now.

"Dominic, look at your ass," I said, looking at the phone.

I turned back to look at the horny man in front of me.

He leaned down and started kissing my thighs.

"Hey, hey, what are you…" I am not moaning for this fool. Nope.

My stomach felt all icky and I was genuinely getting hot and bothered.

Was he being for real?

"Do not stop kissing my legs," I said and he went from kissing to biting.

I felt my legs tense as I felt a wave of pleasure roll over me.

Against my horny brain's better judgment, I pushed his head off, and he went right back down.

I started laughing because his kisses started to turn ticklish

"Dom, stop," I said, laughing and pushing his head up.

He smiled at me with this freaky smile.

He got closer to my ear and let out a shaky breath.

"I want to fuck you." EXCUSE ME?

"Dom, go to sleep," I explained.

He was drunk; he wasn't thinking. This wasn't him.

Go down, please go down. He's joking. Please, Dick, I beg.

"I want to fuck you first," he said, kissing my ears.

God, I was getting turned on.

"You are drunk."

"I want to fuck you into my mattress; I want to fuck you so hard," he mumbled. He was very much turned on.

I don't know what was wrong with my brain but his aggressive and dirty talking was making my brain go into overdrive.

He grabbed my neck but not hard enough to choke me and started to kiss the side of my face.

"I want to pound you so fucking hard; I want you, baby; I need you; please want me," he said. He was getting desperate.

I had to stand my ground.

I had to; he was drunk. He wasn't thinking.

"Stop," I said, pushing him off in between moans.

"You are drunk," I said again and he smiled.

"You are turned on too," he said, letting go of my neck so he could start kissing it.

And just like my legs, the kissing turned to biting.

I pushed him off.

"Stop it and go to bed," I said sternly, putting my finger in his face.

"Come on, baby, just one round." tempting but no.

He squeezed my thigh and started kissing the side of my face.

"No," I said sternly and he started to pout.

"Why are you a virgin?"

"No."

He looked at me like I had six heads, "Why? You got a boyfriend?"

Then I watched as he started to spiral.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Why did that never cross my mind? I didn't ask if you had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Fuck, fuck," he was really starting to panic

"I don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend," I said and he calmed down.

I was glad he still had some morals.

He looked at me again.

I take it back.

"I will not have sex with you because you are drunk," I said simply.

"Can I at least get a kiss?" he said.

Was I really going to cave?

"Will you promise to go to sleep?" I asked and he nodded quickly, sitting next to me with a smile.

He had 3 moods, horny, angry, and puppy.

"Promise me," I said and he nodded.

"I promise. I will go to sleep," he beamed.

I smirked. Fucking weirdo.

I really wanted to get my ass back in bed and not deal with him anymore so I caved.

"Okay," I said.

I leaned in and he started to kiss me. I closed my eyes. 

I felt like I was kissing the fucking devil or some shit because this was the hottest kiss I have ever gotten.

He kissed me with all the passion he had been giving me all night, with all the lust he had for me or the lust the alcohol had for me.

I could still taste a faint bit of alcohol but it had thankfully been mostly drowned out by his toothpaste.

My mind was going blank.

I started to kiss back and then before I knew it, we were making out. I was a fucking idiot.

He somehow guided me on top of him without hitting my arm or leg and we continued to kiss.

I could feel his hard-on against me and it was making me lose my fucking mind.

"Dom," I moaned as I pulled back from him. I had to stop this.

He smiled, brought me closer, and bit my lip.

He put his hands on my waist and I felt him try to move his hip. I'm folding.

I felt him squeeze my hips as we continued to make out and start to grind into me.

I pulled back, panting.

"Dominic, I swear to God," I said and he smiled.

He was staring at me like he wanted to eat me.

I got off the straddling positions.

"Don't grab me. I am not trying to film a porno with you right now," I said and he laughed.

"Can I get one more kiss?" he said, pouting.

I rolled my eyes.

I sat down on his chest.

"Or you squeeze me to death with these thighs, mommas?"

Mommas? Who does this weird, horny fuck think he is?

"I'm doing this so you don't try to swindle me," I said, leaning down and kissing him on the lips.

"Now go to sleep," I said, pushing off of him.

He got out of bed.

"Turning off the light," he said with his hands up.

He was still hard as fuck.

I turned to my phone. "Dominic, I know you aren't going to remember that but it was not my intention to film a porno with you."

I turned off the videos and the lights, and I heard him get in bed.

I slid out of bed and used the nightstand to make my way to his bathroom.

"Are you okay?" I heard him say.

"Lights are out, Dom. Sleep," I said and I heard him laugh.

I turned on the bathroom light and shut the door.

Holy shit, what is wrong with me?

I slid down on the bathroom floor.

Fuck, what if he did that when he wasn't drunk? Would the outcome have been different?

No, because he would never. He doesn't like me like that; it's just the alcohol.

I'm disappointed that I'm hard right now.

I rubbed my sore cock. Disappointed as fuck.

I was still wearing my underwear but that wasn't my biggest concern.

I reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock.

Fuck, it felt so fucking good to get some relief. I have been hard for the past 43 minutes; I can't even stand myself right now.

And then the whole making out scene kept playing in my head over and over, I have never actually made out with anyone so that was a journey.

I am surprised that I didn't cum from that.

I stroked myself up and down; my mind was on him.

His body, his face, his aggressive remarks—every fucking thing about him.

How he felt pressed against me, how he guided my hips, and how he had kissed me so passionately.

I felt the buildup.

Oh god.

I squeezed the base of my cock as I continued to stroke myself.

My mind started to play back the things he had said to me—all the dirty, horrendous things he said to me.

Fuck, I am so horny from that alone; I could just cum thinking about it.

I continued to stroke and squeeze myself until I felt my whole body start to tense.

I bit my shirt as I felt myself cum.

Oh god, I was panting and leaning my back against the door.

I took deep breaths until I felt my breathing go back to normal. Oh fuck.

Great, now it's all worse. I took off my boxers.

I got up, used the sink to stand and washed my face.

I turned off the light and stumbled over to the bed.

I reached under his bed and put on a new pair of boxers.

I took off my glasses and put them back on the nightstand; at least, I hope, it's a little dark.

I laid back on the bed and I could faintly see Dom's face.

He was very handsome.

And he looks so peaceful sleeping.

I pushed his hair out of his face.

I smiled.

Dirty old man.