My need is not to feel. To stifle the beating of my heart.
I break away and kiss her from her mouth to her neck, and all the way down to her tits, my tongue flicking her nipples, savoring the taste of her sweat. My teeth sink into her skin, making her cry out. Her pain is my pleasure. Her blood sates my thirst. She reaches for my hair, pulling me back up. Face to face, we kiss again but, this time, it’s her teeth that search to draw my blood and her nails digging painfully into my skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
I grab her hand and bring it to my erection, making her rub my cock over my jeans. “Now sit down. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
She sits down on the couch as I unbuckle my leather belt, unzip my pants, and pull out my cock, pumping it in front of her face. I step closer, watching the tip of my cock tracing her lips.
“Open.”
I slide it all the way in and then grab her head with my two hands and push her closer to me, feeling her suck me greedily as I pump in and out of her, fucking that sweet mouth of hers. Fast. Mercilessly. The pace is punishing but she doesn’t stop me.
Groaning, I pull out my cock that glistens with her saliva. I watch her wipe her mouth and chin. “Turn around and kneel on the couch. I’m going to fuck you now.”
She follows my instructions instinctively, but before she turns, I see the hunger in her eyes, too. She wants this as much as me. Kneeling behind her, I grab a condom out of my wallet. After ripping it open and rolling it on my dick, I take her by the hips and pull her ass out toward me. With my cock in hand, I spread her cheeks, slowly caressing her asshole and cunt, coating it with her wetness. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet already.”
She pushes back against my dick, wanting it, begging for it. I fist her hair and pull her head back. “I like you like this. At my mercy.” I lean down and hiss in her ear, “Want me to fuck you like this, huh?”
Her head next to mine, the back of it touching my shoulder, I can see her fragile, beautiful neck and smell the aroma of her sweat mixed with perfume. I lean in and run my nose along the edge, feeling her tremble.
She nods and I push her forward aggressively, making her land on her hands, spreading her ass with my hands, admiring what I’m about to take.
“Such a pretty *.”
I lick two of my fingers and run them over her clit, pressing them deep inside of her. She shudders as I finger fuck her from behind. The wet sound of my hand moving in and out her fills the room, and it’s driving me mad. She grips the leather, her nails leaving indentations as the speed of my hand increases, as I take out my anger, my frustration, my need, my yearning on her body. I’m a selfish bastard for doing so, but I can’t stop. I need this as much as I need my next breath.
I hate you, Blaire.
I fucking hate you.
I pull my fingers out of her, push myself closer, and grab her by the hip. Pumping my cock before I enter her in one swift, deep thrust. I fuck her as though I am looking for my salvation and my solace in her cunt.
It doesn’t work.
I close my eyes, and it’s Blaire I see, glancing back as I enter her from behind, smiling, taunting me with her smile. And the harder my cock enters this woman with the blonde hair, the louder Blaire’s laughter fills my ears.
I shake my head, feeling the sweat beads crawling down my skin like the legs of a spider, trying to force her out of my mind, but it doesn’t work. Nothing works. I look up and see our reflection in the window facing the street. Our eyes meet on the glass, her beauty mirrored on the flat surface, but I’m so fucking gone, so fucking numb, it makes me feel nothing. Letting go of one of her shoulders, I bring my other hand around to rub her clit with my thumb. Fast. Faster.
She’s moaning, telling me not to stop, and I can feel both of our orgasms hovering within reach when my house phone begins to ring. Not caring who is calling, I let the voice message pick up.
It’s her.
Haunting me. Fucking with me.
Her voice fills the small space of my apartment as I continue to bury my cock in another woman over and over again.
“Hi … It’s me … I know it’s late, but I couldn’t sleep.”
My jaw tense, I close my eyes and thrust forward again, rubbing her, pounding harder and faster each time.
“I … I don’t know why I’m calling. I’m probably the last person you want to hear from …”
As her voice continues to surround us, our rhythm becomes more desperate. I grip her so hard I can see the indentations of my fingers on her white skin, and fuck harder into her.
“I guess … I just wanted to tell you that you meant a lot to me.”
As our bodies continue to crash as though we were the sea and rock, I rub her faster and faster, until she comes undone on my hand and on my cock.