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“So tense, Gray. Where are the pills?” In my pocket. We’re not having anymore. “Malachi says take another pill,” she mumbles, laughing to herself. “It’s just a distraction, Gray. Just some fun before the world comes back to bite us. None of it is real, is it? You told me that.”
She slips behind the screen, disappearing into the fog, and sighs as the jets of water hit her.
Thirty fucking seconds listening to her moan and I’m following her in, fully dressed and not giving a damn for anything. Not real. Nothing here is. She’s right. We can forget it when we leave, pretend it never happened.
My hand reaches for her in the steam to prove it, the other one ripping at my belt. Water sluices down on me, as she laughs again and comes in close. My mouth’s on hers before she gets a chance to look up at me, perhaps question what the hell this is. I don’t know what it is. It's need and desire. Nothing more.
And I’m damned if I’m holding off any longer with things like this to tempt me.
My jacket gets pushed from my shoulders, her nails making short work of the buttons on my shirt after that until it’s open. Everything’s slung to the corner in our haste, needy hands grabbing for each other. My teeth bite down on the side of her neck, fingers taking her hand where I want it rather than let her touch me everywhere else.
It reaches inside my pants and draws the length of me out, her grip tight and unrelenting as she winds me up further. The groan that leaves me comes from years of pent up aggression, making me push her back to the wall harshly so I can lean on it. Both my hands palm the tiles and I watch her fingers moving on me.
“Harder,” growls out of me. “More.”
She gives more with her hand. Grip tighter, thumb and forefinger running over the ridge at the top of me quickly and painfully. I groan again, my breath stuttering under the bane of potential release, and then swipe her hand away and turn her around.
My body pushes hers to the tiles, flattening her against it. I want to fuck. Come inside her and listen to her beg me for more of it. Nothing more than that. Harsh, antagonistic fucking. We’ll play afterwards. Torment each other for hours if that’s how I feel, but for now – my hand slaps her ass hard, sending her squealing and reeling for the wall – we’re fucking.
“Open your legs,” I demand, slapping her thigh again.
She inches them out. Not fucking quickly enough for my liking. My fingers delve straight between them, two sinking straight into her pussy and my thumb pressing on her ass to make her widen more. She tenses at that, her body suddenly rigid. I don’t care. I’ll take what I want now, engage fully and regret it somewhere down the line when I remember I have to think about what I’ve done.
I let my thumb move lower until it joins the other two fingers moving inside her, stretching, widening. So wet. I’d forgotten that, forgotten the feel of a woman around me. Moans come loud and clear from her, making the need for more consume me further, and my dick throbs in my hand as I line up. It strokes softly over her ass cheek a few times and then sweeps through the crease of it as she pushes back at me.
“Gray,” moans out of her.
Gray.
My hand pulls out at the same time as my dick rams in hard. She gasps and squashes up against the tiles, taking the brunt of my weight on her as I pull out and ram in again. I like the sound of the gasp as much as the feel of myself inside her. So fucking tight. Warm. I watch her back move, shoulders shivering under me as the water pours down on us.
Everything burns in me because of the visual, and I pull out again to watch myself push back in slowly. So long since I've done this. Too fucking long. Rage mists over. A rage that comes from deep inside me and erupts onto her skin. My hand grips her neck and slams her onto the tiles again, heaving her about like a body to be used. Harsh and fast. Aggressive. Hips working hard. Fingers digging in to cause pain and a memory she won’t forget. I want her hurting, feeling me inside her for weeks, let alone these minutes.
One hand goes under her thigh to bring her leg up so I can get deeper in, the other turning her head so I can see her face. Her hair’s slicked back, lips trembling as I slam in over and over again and send her crashing to the wall every time. I don’t even care if she comes. I am doing. I can feel it building as she pants and moans for me, feel it travelling over me, through me.
Four more shunts in and she reaches her hands back for me, somehow twisting her body under my assault. My dick falls free as she climbs up me and settles herself on my hips, one arm wrapped tightly around my neck and the other reaching for my dick between us.
“Use me,” she moans, edging it across her pussy. One swipe, two.
I groan and look at her waiting there, my hands under her ass to hold her up on the wall. She giggles, swipes again, and smiles. Sultry lips beckon me on, wet hair pushed back to show her hollow features more clearly. “You can’t hurt me, Gray. No one can anymore. Look at my skin.”
I do, relishing it like a treat to be attacked, injured, and one punishing drive in and she howls in the small room because of the attack. All of me sets loose, and I forge in harder and harder the more she calls out in pain. She’s ravaged. Held fast and fucked until she screams and moans and then finally goes quiet under my assault.
My lips travel along the sweet stretch of her neck, teeth biting in as I feel the pull start low down. More fucking, regardless of her limp form. Never ending fucking until I can barely hold back my need to push my come inside her.
I pant for more strength, as I feel her nails begin to grab and grip at me again, but the panting’s all I can hear now. Just that and the water pounding down, my pulse loud in my ears. So close. So fucking close to coming in her and filling her body with me, and yet still I try to find some way to keep this feeling going as long as I can.
The harsh bite into her neck signals my own need before I can stop it, and the come rips out of me into her so violently my own knees weaken. I pull her legs apart further, spreading her ass cheeks, as I look down and watch it pumping in. Everything pulses and vibrates. My ears, my dick. Even my back seems to pound under this soaked shirt and her hands.
Breaths heave in and out, hers and mine, and then lips hit mine. My own instantly respond, the intimacy of the moment making all thoughts of not complying irrelevant. Slow kisses are rolled over me, as I catch my breath. Soft and wet. Divine and heavenly. And then a throaty chuckle comes from her, and her hands pull the shirt up my back.
“You should lose these clothes, Gray. We can go for round two.” She pulls back and rests her head on the tiles, her fingers running along the side of my jaw. “If you can manage it.”
Manage it? I’ve got ten years’ worth of managing it to get through.
And she’s going to feel every goddamn inch of me.
Still, I snarl at the taunt and move backwards, dropping her body as if she’s nothing but a tool. She laughs at that and picks herself up, rolling her neck as she reaches for soap.
