Twisted Thomas

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#5 A slutty angel and a pierced nerd


I look slutty as fuck. My boobs are spilling out of my tight black dress, my skirt is so short I might as well go to this date in nothing but my underwear, and I’ve got hooker heels on. I know I’m throwing myself at Thomas, but I don’t care. I’m not looking for the love of my life – I still feel like that might be Michel. All I want tonight is to stop from obsessing over losing my boyfriend of five years. It took every ounce of self-control not to text or call Michel the past weeks. I went on all the apps, but no one caught my eye the way Thomas did, so I decided to wait for my date before settling for someone less hot and interesting to have rebound sex with.

“Wow,” Thomas says when I open the door. He insisted on picking me up at my place in an uber, even though that makes no sense. If we’re both taking an uber, why not just meet at the cocktail bar, right?

“Thanks,” I reply, grabbing my purse and coat. “Let’s go.”

Pumpkin barks loudly from the living room, and Thomas smiles. “You’ve got a dog? Can I meet him?”

I look over his shoulder at the car waiting for us. “Shouldn’t we get going?”

Thomas shrugs. “The driver will wait. I’ll tip him well, I promise. Come on, let me meet your dog.”

“Fine.” I motion for him to follow me and open the door to the living room to reveal Pumpkin jumping up and down with his tongue out of his mouth, and Snoopy rolling around on his back in the middle of the room, being his usual weird self.

“A cat too!” Thomas exclaims, sinking down onto the floor to stroke Snoopy’s soft black fur. “Don’t they fight all the time?”

“Nah, Snoopy – the cat – is the boss, and Pumpkin is okay with that.”

“Snoopy?” Thomas repeats, grinning at me. “Pumpkin? And you laughed at me for General Fluffington? How are Snoopy and Pumpkin better?”

“Don’t you dare say anything unkind about the two most important people in my life,” I warn him.

Thomas smiles and doesn’t even comment on me calling my pets people. “Fair enough.” He pets Pumpkin for a moment, who is licking his face, and Snoopy is rubbing up against him, making me jealous. I want to be rubbing up against him as well, especially since he’s so sweet to those two furballs.

“You look good,” I tell him, taking in his tight black jeans and simple red T-shirt. I can see his tattoo sleeves, and I have to admit that he looks hot sitting on my floor with his tats on display, getting cat and dog hairs all over his pants and not even caring about it.

“You look smoking hot,” he replies, his blue eyes smoldering. “You were hot in scrubs, but I like this outfit even more. Thanks for asking me out, by the way. I don’t get hit on so blatantly very often.”

Crap, now I’m blushing. I hate that I was so goddamn obvious, but at least it got me his number. “How about we leave my apartment and actually go on that date you promised me?”

“Sure thing, babe.” Thomas jumps up and tries to brush off the hairs from his clothes. He shrugs when it doesn’t do much good and walks over to me, leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek. His scruff feels surprisingly soft against my skin.

We walk out and get into the uber. The cocktail bar he suggested is nice and busy when we walk in, with people going on dates and friends hanging out at very single table. We manage to find an empty one in the back, and I scoot into the booth beside him instead of taking the chair opposite him.

“You’re exactly subtle, are you?” Thomas comments dryly, giving me a small smirk. “Am I so hot that you can’t bear to be more than five inches away from me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I bite back, not sure if I like how cocky he is. It’s hot, but also infuriating.

“Oh, baby, I don’t need to flatter myself, you do that for me.” His sparkling eyes tell me he’s only joking, and when he scoots over a bit more, I decide to just go with it. Our legs brush and I feel his fingers resting against my thigh without him actually putting his hand on me.

The waitress shows up before we have to make any small talk, and I order a sex on the beach. Thomas asks for a beer, and I give him an incredulous look. “Beer? At a cocktail bar? Wasn’t coming here your suggestion?”

He grins. “Yeah, because they’ve got good beer on tap and girls tend to like cocktails. Ordering a sex on the beach tends to end with… well… sex on the beach.”

“We’re not anywhere near a beach,” I shoot back, amused by him. He’s a cocky bastard – which I didn’t think he’d be from the way he was at the clinic – but I kind of like that, I realize. Our flirty banter takes my mind off Michel for sure.

“Oh, so you’re only objecting to the beach part of my statement?” he says with a wink. “Good to know.”

“That’s not what I was-”

“Chill, Tracy, I’m just riling you up,” he cuts in, smiling. “I’ll behave from now on. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I say while the waitress places our orders in front of us. “Besides… who said I want you to behave tonight?” I sip my drink while I keep my gaze trained on him.

“I like the sound of that,” Thomas replies, picking up his beer and holding it up to clink against my glass. “To a fun night. And sex on the beach, with or without the beach.”

“So basically, we’re drinking to sex?” I ask, laughing. “And you call me forward. You haven’t even told me what you do for a living yet, and you already think that I am coming home with you?”

“I own a tech company with my best friend Dylan.” He leans in a little, taking a swig of his beer before putting it down. “Now can I take you home?”

He must think I’m the cheapest slut ever to talk to me like this. Or does he always act like he’s sex on a stick? I wonder if anyone has ever told him no. He sure doesn’t act like it.

“We’ll see about that,” I say with a frown, sipping my drink again, putting some distance between us. I’m hoping the night will end exactly the way he’s describing, but I don’t want to give in quite yet. I don’t need him thinking that girls are just cheap whores for him to use and dispose of, even though I’m totally acting like that girl right now.

“Okay, let’s get to know each other first,” he agrees to my unspoken request. “Like I said, I own a small tech company. Me and my friend Dylan started it halfway through college. We make websites and apps for all kinds of companies, and we do it all from scratch. We do the programming, the design, everything.”

“And you’re the design side of things?” I assume, my eyes traveling to his tattoos.

He laughs. “Nah, Dylan is far more creative than I am, although I did pick up some tricks along the way. I’m a huge nerd.”

“You sure don’t look like one,” I can’t help but say, a little surprised.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s the tats, right?”

“The tats, the man-bun, the tight black jeans and the shirt with the V-neck,” I comment, smiling at his indignation. “You don’t look like a nerd. I figured you were a tattooist or an artist or something.”

Thomas smiles, shaking his head. “That’s so not who I am. You know nothing about me, Tracy.”

I suppose that’s true, but I know enough to decide that I like him. He feels… real. He may be cocky and presumptuous and forward, but it’s not fake. It’s not an act. That’s just who he is, and it’s strangely disarming.

“Okay, do me now,” I say, finishing off my cocktail and motioning for the waitress to bring me another one.

“You want me to do you?” Thomas quips, leaning in closer, pushing my hair over my shoulder and pressing his lips to my neck, causing me to shiver. “I thought you’d never ask…”

I laugh, pushing him away to hide that he’s totally turning me on. “I meant that it’s your turn to tell me how I come off to someone who doesn’t know me.”

“Hmm…” He lets his eyes travel over me, lingering at my breasts for a moment. “When I met you two weeks ago, I thought you were this sweet blonde angel, but seeing you tonight in this tiny little dress… I’m not sure if you’re a slut posing as an angel or an angel posing as a slut.”

“Or a slutty angel,” I add, sticking out my tongue at him.

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, lingering when he gets to my neck, sweeping his fingers down my shoulder and resting them just above my neckline. Damn, he knows what he’s doing. I can feel my panties dampening from that light touch alone. The blue eyes boring into mine don’t help me get my mind out of the gutter either.

“Here’s your drink,” the waitress says, breaking the spell I was under.

“Thanks,” I breathe, smiling up at her. Thomas’ moves his hand back up, cupping my cheek and turning my face back to his. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing, but then his lips are already on mine, and I gasp against him.

Damn, the guy can kiss. He starts off slow yet commanding, taking my breath away. Then his tongue slips into my mouth and he grabs a fistful of my hair, pushing himself against me in the booth. His other hand rest at my hip, slowly running it down over my thigh and then back up again. I moan into him and slide a hand into his bun, making his hair spill out of the messy updo. It’s a tangled mess and I love it, knotting my hands in it while I explore his mouth. He tastes like beer, mingling with the sweet taste of sex on the beach on my own tongue.

“Hmm,” Thomas mumbles when we break apart and he buries his face against my shoulder, his hand moving slowly down my thigh and then back up, slightly underneath my skirt. My dress is so short that he’s only inches away from my panties, and I shift uncomfortably. I’m al hot and bothered now, but I won’t let him feel me up in a bar. No way.

“Let me take you home,” he breathes into my ear before pressing a kiss just below my ear.

“Okay,” I reply without even having to think about it. This is what I came here for, after all. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s closer,” he replies, pulling back to grab some bills from his wallet and slamming them down on the table. He slips out of the booth and pulls me with him, keeping me tightly against his side while we make our way outside. “I’m only two blocks over,” he tells me when we’re outside. “Are you up for the walk?”

I look down at my hooker heels and scowl. “I don’t think so, Thomas.”

“Then hop on,” he says with a wicked grin. Before I can ask what he means, he’s already squatting down in front of me.

“What-” I laugh, unable to believe that he’s serious. “I’m not going to let you give me a piggyback ride!”

“Sure you are,” he insists, reaching behind him to grab my ass and pull me closer. “Just hop on, babe.”

“I’m wearing a dress!” I protest. “And there’s no way you can carry me for two whole blocks!”

“Try me,” he insists. “If you don’t get on my back right now, I will throw you over my shoulder fireman style.”

“Oh God,” I mumble, realizing that he’s serious. “Fine.” With a deep breath, I wrap my legs around him from behind and hold onto his shoulders tightly. He grabs my legs to help me settle in, holding me firmly. When he straightens up, I yelp, because it feels all wobbly.

“I won’t drop you, Tracy,” he assures me, laughing at my panic. “Trust me.”

“I barely even know you!” I complain when he starts walking down the street. Several people are looking at us, laughing, and I feel a little embarrassed. “How can I trust you?”

“You feel comfortable enough to agree to come home with me, but you feel weird having me carry you there on my back?” He picks up the pace, almost running now. “You’re a weird girl, Tracy.”

“You’re the weirdo!” I exclaim, laughing now. He’s pretty much galloping down the street, and it’s been a long time since I had this much fun with someone. No overthinking, just letting go and doing whatever the hell feels right. Thomas is such a free spirit, and his energy his contagious.

When we get to his apartment, he doesn’t put me down. He manages to let us into the building with me still on his back and walks me up the stairs to his floor. My dress has ridden so far up by now that I’m basically half-naked, and I don’t even care. I’m laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my face. He hands me the key to his front door, and I lean over his shoulder while he squats down, getting me close enough to the lock for me to open it.

“We made it,” he states when we’re inside, finally setting me down. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

I take off my heels in the hallway and follow him into the living room, where he flips on the lights to show me a cozy room with lots of stuff lying around. A guitar, a bunch of pillows on the floors, beer bottles everywhere, a cannabis plant on the windowsill, dirty dishes in the sink of the open kitchen… It’s a bachelor pad for sure, but it also looks like a place I could see myself curling up on the couch, reading a book or watching TV.

“It’s not much, but it’s home,” he says, shrugging. “Now back to what we were doing in the bar…”

I turn around and meet him halfway, kissing him hungrily. I wanted a hot guy to take my mind off Michel, and Thomas is the perfect fix. He runs his hands over my body while we kiss, pulling my dress up and taking it off. His lips leave mine for a moment when he jerks it over my head, and then they’re back, moving against mine in perfect synchronization. My bra comes off next, and then his hands are on my breasts, kneading them gently and running his thumbs over my nipples until they’re hard.

He steps back to look at me, his eyes dark and full of lust. “You’re gorgeous,” he grunts while he plays with my nipples, his eyes taking in every single inch of my body. “Oh, you’ve got a piercing.” He sinks down onto his knees to see my belly button piercing up close, pressing a kiss to it.

“Got it when I was in high school,” I say, sounding a little breathless.

“Do you like piercings?” Thomas asks, looking up at me while he tugs at my panties, sliding them down my legs.

“Yeah,” I reply, having a hard time forming a coherent thought. I’m naked in front of him and he’s parting my legs, running his fingers over my outer labia, teasing me. I tug at his hair, wanting him to get back up. He needs to get naked too, level the playing field a bit.

He chuckles and stand up, towering over me. He’s so much taller than I am, especially now that I’ve taken off my heels. “If you like piercings, I’ve got great news for you.” Thomas pulls off his shirt and gives me a moment to take in his muscular chest. He’s got a shitload of tattoos, all separate ones that work quite well together. I smile at the crown on his lower abdomen. He crowned his dick. Why doesn’t that surprise me? And then there’s the nipple piercing that draws my attention to it. I’ve never seen one, but I’m surprised at how hot it looks.

“Can I touch it?” I ask softly, my eyes glued to it.

“Go to town, babe,” he says with a smirk, grabbing my head to lead me to it.

I touch it with my fingertips first, but as he applies some more pressure on the back of my head, I obediently flick my tongue over his nipple, making him moan. Ah. I bet that’s part of the reason he got the piercing. He likes it when a girl plays with his nipples. Good to know. I suck it into my mouth, piercing and all, and I enjoy how loudly he groans. I circle the other one with my fingers before pinching it slightly, making him gasp.

After a while, I pull back and grab his face, pulling it to mine so I can kiss him again. He grabs my legs and pulls them around his waist, which reminds me of the fact that while I’m naked, he’s still wearing jeans. He slowly walks us to what I presume is the bedroom, kicking open the door and then unceremoniously throwing me down, making me bounce on the mattress.

“I’ve got one more piercing to show you,” Thomas says, looking down on me while he’s still standing next to the bed.

“You…” I trial off, looking at his hands unzipping his pants. Surely he’s not implying…

And then his pants and boxershorts come off, and I’m staring at a rather large cock with a golden barbell through the tip, gleaming in the dim light.

Holy. Fuck.

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