Angel 19 (bad dreams)

‘Jesus, that’s minging.’ Angel sat up in bed, her face had been pressed against the wall. Disoriented, not sure where she was, until she felt Pizza Face’s hand reach across the bed and felt the weight of it on her hip, his hard cock up against her back, his legs entwined with hers. The moist smell of sex, buried beneath the stink of his farting.  In her dreams she’d been running and someone was grabbing at her.  

‘Silent but violent.’ Pizza Face buried his face in the pillow, laughing.

‘That’s no funny. It’s absolutely rancid.’

He surrendered the grip on her hip. ‘Sorry, I just need to go, you know.’  

‘I think you’re a bit late for that.’

He chortled as he slid out of bed and pitter-pattered towards the hall. With his back to her, careless of his nude body and the jarring weight of his almost erect cock falling to the left.

Still tired, Angel lifted curdled sheets from her body, twisted on to her back, let them settle like a shroud back over her and shut her eyes.

She heard his heavy step as he returned, but feigned sleep.

‘Angel,’ his presence loomed over her. ‘You want me to drive you into work.’

‘I’ll get the train, it’s easier.’  She turned her back on him, facing the wall again. ‘Whit time is it anyway?’

‘Still early.’

The blankets lifted, the mattresses shifted, and his body pressed against her, both hot and cold. A hand slid over her shoulder and clamped onto her breast, his breathing as heavy as his touch.

‘You talk in your sleep,’ he said.

She turned to face him and he rubbed at the top of her bum and thigh. ‘Whit did I say?’

‘Cannae member.’ He leaned in to kiss her, his hand drifting from her bum towards her vulva.

She turned her head and held a hand up, blocking him from kissing her lips. ‘Don’t, my breathe’s yucky fae smoking. And I need to brush my teeth.’

‘I smoke too,’ he said. ‘Usually, just hash, but not in the car.’

‘I didnae know you smoked hash.’

He grappled with her arms and legs as they kissed, swinging her around until he accidentally, on purpose, got his cock up inside her vagina. He grunted, bed springs squeaking, before she pulled away his cock wet and twitching like a fish on the line.

‘Put one of those things on, first,’ she said.

‘We’ve already used them aw,’ he sighed, floundering, and coming to a standstill. The gap between their bodies growing cold.

‘We could maybe,’ he pulled her warm hand towards his cock, ‘do it without it…just this once.’

‘No, I don’t think so.’ She started masturbating his cock under the blankets, slowly and rhythmically and then faster. He’d that trapped, blank look in his eyes and she wasn’t sure, not sure at all. ‘I just don’t want to get pregnant.’   

He squirmed, tugging the blankets off, but lying back on the pillow, staring at her tits and watching her jerking him off.  His hand slid across and between her legs, subtle as a man with boxing gloves. She pulled away from him, sitting on her bare feet, leaning across, her hand moving quicker and quicker and quicker.

‘I’m gonnae cum,’ he grunted, his bum and back rising. ‘Better get…’

She brushed her hair back with her left hand, away from her face and ducked her head, her chin hovering below his engorged prepuce. Closing her eyes, clear liquid ejaculate splashed on to her the tip of her nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Her tongue darted out and licked semen from the tip of his penis.

His body vibrated as if it had been put in a blender. And he jerked his body away from her suddenly because it was too sensitive.

‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘You didn’t like it?’

He put a hand at the back of her elbow and pulled her down to lie beside him. Pulling the covers up, snug, over both of them. She let herself be held, her arm going dead as he leaned on it and he closed his eyes. Over the years she’d learned how to reign her body in.

‘I need to go for a bath,’ she whispered pulling her arm out from under him. ‘And brush my teeth, but I’ve no got a toothbrush.’

‘Aye,’ he rolled over and grabbed her tight, rubbing his nose against her arm as if he were a dog. ‘I’ve no got a bath, but you can use my toothbrush.’

‘Whit dae yeh mean you’ve no got a bath?’ her voice testy.

He looked up with her with one eye shut. ‘I’ve got a shower.’

‘Oh, that’s alright then. I’ll just have a shower.’

‘But I might want to come in wae yeh.’

‘You’re insatiable, you,’ she slapped at his arm.

‘I’m no. I’m just in love.’

‘Wae who?’ she whispered.

‘Wae you, daftie. Wae you.’

He grabbed at her, but she slipped away and sat on the side of the bed, legs dangling. ‘Where do you keep your towels?’

He propped himself up on an elbow. ‘Did you hear me? I said I loved you?’

‘Aye, I heard you fine…Did you hear me? Where do you keep your towels?’

‘Och, there’s one in there,’ he said, shaking his head.

‘Is it clean?’

‘How would I know? I just use it.’ He swung his legs out of bed and darted past her. ‘I need to use the lavvy first.’

‘Don’t stink it out,’ she cried, looking for her bag and her cigarettes.

‘Nae promises, but I’ll run the shower and I’ll be waiting for you in there.’