CHAPTER 64: ONE CASUAL FLING

"What do you think?" Malik asks, staring at me through the mirror as I study my new hair. It's still long, but he cuts the bangs and now it's just below my cheekbone, framing my whole face. My long wavy hair is now neatly trimmed and styled exposing my ears. The wave is more prominent and I think I really like it.

I stand up and check myself in the mirror, feeling extremely good about myself and I grin at him. "This is great, thank you," I tell Malik gratefully.

"You look great originally," he smiles back at me through the mirror. He inches closer until he's right behind me. Lowein himself he says directly into my ear, "wanna go grab a drink later?" he asks softly.

I smile, slowly turning around towards him "I have class tomorrow morning," I whisper into his ear, "what about a quick fuck?" I offer instead and he looks down at me in surprise before chuckling.

"Straightforward, aren't you?" I shrug at that and walk away to the counter to pay for my haircut. He follows behind and says to Sisca, "You can close early," he tells her with a wink and a gesture towards me.

"Sure boss," Sisca smiles and winks at me. I chuckle and shake my head at her.

"Wait for me outside?" Malik asks. I nod and go out of the shop and wait for him to pack his things.

Malik approaches me with large strides and takes some of the shopping bags from my hands. I smile at him gratefully, "where to?" he asks.

"Hmmm…." I thoughtfully look at him, "your place," I state with a small smile.

"Hmmm…" He takes one step closer and holds my waist with his free hand, "my place it is," he says and plants a kiss to my exposed neck before taking my hand and leading me away.

He lives just a little over an hour from the mall. It's quite a distance, but the neighborhood is cheaper and relatively safer than the central city itself. It's not a gated community but it's very decent, especially for a middle-class neighborhood.

Malik lives in a two-bedroom house with an open kitchen-living room. It's very cozy with rustic vibes and decoration. The couch is very comfortable. I notice that as we fuck once there before moving to the bedroom sometime after midnight for another round.

"I'm hungry," I tell him as I lie in his bed. He chuckles and sits up, pulling me with him.

"Want me to make you a sandwich? I think I still have some stuff in the fridge," he tells me as he put on his T-shirt and shorts.

"Nah. Just point me to them. I'll make it," I tell him as I look around for my own clothes.

"Wear this," he throws an oversized white long-sleeved shirt to my head and I raise an eyebrow at him as I hold it up in front of me.

"Is this your kink?" I tease him as I put it on. It falls down nicely, covering most of my behind. The sleeves are so long I have to fold it a few times.

Malik grins and pushes me back into the bed. His hand starts to fondle my still tender hole. "Hmm…" he breathes me in and it tickles me, "I do have a lovely vision of a beautiful boy strutting along my house in nothing but my shirt. Very sexy," he tells me.

"So cliché," I roll my eyes and shove him away before getting up and strutting towards the kitchen.

Malik follows behind me and walks to the fridge to take out some stuff for a sandwich. He gives them to me and walks to the cupboard to take out some plates while I start making sunny-side ups for the sandwich and chopping the vegetables.

Malik, having done his job of getting the stuff for me, stands behind me and circles his arms around me, conveniently limiting my movement. I toll my eyes at him in annoyance, "so clingy," I tease him.

"Haven't had enough," he says to my neck, tickling me.

"I'm holding a knife, Malik, careful," I warn him half jokingly. He chuckles and one of his hands moves from my waist to my back, caressing my hip over the shirt before it goes down further and sneaks under it to caress my ass. He fondles and plays with it and I yelp when his fingers suddenly enter me without warning and then I can't help but whimper and drop the knife. Thankfully to the counter and not to any of our toes. "Fuck you," I hiss through the tingling sensation on my spine as he fucks me with his fingers.

"Anyone ever told you you look ravishing?" he whispers into my ear, licking it and nibbling on it. "Even fully clothed," he chuckles.

"What? So you thought of fucking me even before I offered?" I tease him but he teases me more and I let out a very lustful moan which probably makes him even more excited.

Malik takes out his finger and I groan, protesting of the loss before he chuckles and settles behind me and pushes in his own dick into me with one strong push, burying the entirety of it inside of me. That makes me moan in satisfaction and I can't help but to sway my hips, demanding more. He delivers. He starts pounding me against the counter. His hands digging through my hips. My knees weaken and I collapse onto the counter, probably messing the ingredients. Thankfully Malik has the sense of turning off the stove before impaling me.

"My sandwich…" I protest and the vibration from Malik's laugh just makes my whole body even hotter.

Malik reaches out and takes the landline and dial a number. I turn my head to him, eyes bulging but can't hold my moan because he keeps pounding me even though he's making a call to God knows who.

"Yes, hello. I would like to order some pizza," he says into the phone and I can't help but roll my eyes, "what do you want?" he asks me. I open my mouth and about to answer when he thrust in deep and what comes out of my mouth is a very indecent sound instead. I glare at him for that.

"Cheese," I say through gritted teeth, trying not to make any more sound while he talks to the operator. Failed, though. He fucks good.

"Just let it out, baby," he whispers to me though I'm pretty sure it's loud enough for whoever on the other line to hear it. And, of course, I say to hell with it and just enjoy him thrusting into me mercilessly. In hindsight, this is something new and very exciting. Never knew I had it in me, though.

Malik hangs up the phone before continue fucking my over the counter. This guy's stamina is never ending, it seems. Maybe this is what being an older guy means.

I don't know how long we fool around in the kitchen but then the doorbell interrupts us and he pulls out of me, making me mewl in protest.

"I'll get the money, you get he door," he tells me between chuckles before he lets me down from the counter. I raise my eyebrow at him, gesturing towards myself, looking positively debauched. "What? You shy?" he teases, grinning so wide it makes me roll my eyes in annoyance. For an adult he sure is very childish.

I push him away and walk towards the front door, not even bother to button the shirt all the way up, just the ones below to cover my private parts slightly. I can feel his cum dripping down my thigh and I ignore that too. It's not like it's visible, right?

I open the door to a startled young man who looks at me up and down before his whole face turns crimson and I can't help but laugh at that. Looking at the guy, I feel like teasing him. I step forward, intentionally kicking one of my shoes until it drops right in front of his.

"Do you mind?" I ask him, pretending to feel sorry. The guy gapes at me before nodding profusely and bends down just as I step right in front of his face. Exposing my lower body to him, including my thighs which are still dripping with cum and lube. I believe he can even see my own dick. The guy stumbles backwards, bringing the food down with him.

"Sorry," I tell him feeling bad for teasing the poor guy. I take the pizzas and sides just as Malik walks to my behind, circling his arm around me, pulling me to his chest while he gives the money with his other hand.

"Have a good night," Malik tells the guy before slamming the door shut and turns my body around to kiss me ferociously. "Minx," he growls between kisses. I punch his stomach lightly, of course, don't wanna impair him.

"Well, you started it," I shrug and walk to the living room, dropping myself onto the carpet and arranging the food. "Get us some napkins, will you?" I tell him, grinning as he mumbles and walks into the kitchen.

Malik walks back with some napkins and water for us and settles beside me. I hand him a piece of pizza and I take a bite out of my own, "this is good!" I tell him.

"This is the best place in this part of town," he tells me proudly.

"Do they deliver to the city as well? Maybe not, yeah? It's too far," I pout as I chew on my special cheese and ham pizza.

The seasoning is just right and the dough is neither too thin nor too thick. The sauce is not greasy at all and the anchovy taste just right. The ham is generous and the cheese even more so. Talking about the price, it is very competitive. This is probably one of my favorite pizzas to date.

"Just come here when you want some," Malik shrugs. I blink in surprise and turn to him, swallowing before asking him.

"What? This is going to be a recurring thing?" I ask half teasing, half serious.

"I don't know," Malik shrugs, "if you want to, we can, you know," he tells me, brushing my hair gently.

"Yeah… I'm not sure…" I smile apologetically at him and take another pizza because I'm still hungry and they're really good.

"Why? Have anyone?" he teases, nudging my shoulder with his.

"Kinda," I admit, shrugging. "It's complicated," I add.

"It always is." He rolls his eyes before pulling me up and has me sit on his lap, facing him. "it doesn't have to be, though." he looks at me, inquiring. I stare at him too with the same inquiry.

"What? You can't get enough of me?" I tease him, dropping my pizza to the box and circling my arms around his neck.

"Hmm…" Malik nibbles on my collarbone, nodding, "you're very, very, very intoxicating," he admits and I chuckle at his choice of words.

"As long as it stays casual, I'm good," I tell him, pushing his face away from, staring into his eyes with a warning.

"Promise," he grins, holding up his hand and gestures like a boy-scout.

"Don't make promises," I tell him, lifting myself up a little while my hand trails down to his pants and uncover his dick which, of course, is still hard, or already hard again, I don't know. I lick his lips and lower myself into it, settling comfortably and just sit there, kissing him. "Just promise," I say and I lift myself up once again before sitting down again, earning me a groan from Malik, "you'll fuck me good every time," I moan as I move again.

Malik's arms circle around my waist and he moves his hips with vigor, making me see stars "Promise, baby. Promise," he says and his thrust is what I'm gonna be counting on from now on.