We both said things to purposely hurt each other. We didn't speak for a few days and when we did, the words cut to the bone. You packed up your things and moved out.
6 days later...
You contacted me through text messages last night. You were unhappy where you were and wanted out. I gave you the option of coming back home to your best friend. You called the next day while I was at work and apologized for the cruel things you said. I almost cried because you told me you were coming home.
Later that night...
We haven't really had a chance to talk about things because we've had company over. You were sporting the stubble that I find so irresistible and sexy as hell. I find myself staring at the perfection of a cock between your legs when you'd sprawl out on the computer chair. I'm hoping our friends don't see, but secretly hope you do so that you know what I'm thinking about and what's starting to make me moist enough to start the subtle quivering. The next day we each zone out on our own things(me surfing Literotica and you playing video games while trying to be sly about looking at porn). I'm really getting worked up at this point. I randomly send you dirty and quite explicit texts throughout the day detailing how I want you to fuck my mouth and grab me by the hair as you cum down my throat.
Then, I hear "the song". As soon as New Order's Confusion comes on, I instantly start to shake and rub my thighs together. You play dumb and innocent and clueless when I wink at you and say "you're killing me ya know that right, babe?"
You get up with your back to me, but I can see that your hand has moved inside your shorts and is stroking your massive dick. You slowly turn around and look at me with that devilish grin you're famous for, showing me that indeed your cock is rock hard and raring to go. You walk past me and your hard on is mere inches from my face.
