We were both sweaty, hot messes, his cum all over his hand. We stared at each other. He was the first to speak. “You fucking shot me.” I rolled my eyes. “I also just gave you the best blow job of your life.” He raised an eyebrow. “You think highly of yourself.” “Then tell me I’m not right?” “You can go now.” I reached for the door. “Oh, trust me, I am.” “I still hate you. This changes nothing.” I sniggered as I left. “You just came twice. Once in my mouth. You want to know what you taste like?” He closed the door in my face. I went back to my room with a grin on mine.
