The damns had burst, it took a moment after it all had ended, but they burst nonetheless. Tears started to spill quickly from her eyes as the guilt of what she had done got to her. She clamped her lips together in an attempt to suffocate the sobs that were working their way up her throat. It was a lame attempt, and she found them wracking her body instead.
She didn’t know why she was this way, why she only way she could love was to destroy. It was ironic, really, because she was ruining the parts of him that she (refused to admit) loved. She knew how he felt about her, and she was letting him whittle himself into a weapon for her, shaving all the softer parts of himself away with the sharpened knife of her love. She knew it was wrong, but she was so uncontrollably selfish, and she found herself sitting idly by, watching.
“I’m so---” she sobbed into his shoulder. She couldn’t even get the word sorry out. She was a monster.
They were rough, he was rough in more ways than one, but she was caught off guard when she felt her head being jerked towards him. But there it was again, that smoldering flame. She knew what it all meant, but good God was she scared. Her eyes fluttered shut as he brought his lips to hers, a small, crystalline tear rolling quickly and quietly down her cheek, heavy enough to avoid getting caught on her lashes. She desperately hoped it had finished it’s path down her face by the time he pulled away.
Her ministrations had slowed once more, so much so that her movement was almost imperceptible, as she stared at the man in front of her, the man who’s rare soft edges were somehow tearing her apart, ripping her open, leaving a jagged wound that she felt should be visible for the entire world to see.
But she saw it disappear right in front of her eyes, saw his soft edges replaced with hard, sharp ones and she knew it was all for her. He knew the only way she knew how to love was for them to cut themselves on their edges, leaving each other bleeding before patching each other up again, only to repeat the entire process. She was ruining him, destroying him, and she hated herself for it.
------But still, her body responded to his words immediately, the roughness of his voice, the cruel sound to it...Her body obeyed as he told it what to do. Her muscles began spasming harshly, almost painfully, as she moved on top of him, her eyes stuck on his. But as soon the storms of pleasure began to brew within her, knowing what had to be done to cause them, she found it hard to keep the tears from her eyes. But with a stubbornness that could rival a bull’s and a will, she kept them at bay. She could feel the thunder clouds in her body erupt, flashes of lightening, of pleasure cracking within her, but still, even then, her eyes remained trained on his. Only when she finally reached her peak did her eyes flutter shut, his name falling from her lips as her head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Kevin!--...Kevin, kevin, kevin, kevin--” It was as if she was her own echo, seemingly feeling as if his name was the only word she knew.
As he closed the distance between the two, it suddenly got to be too much for her, the closeness of it all, and she found her hands struggling against him, pushing him back down into the bed, her eyes suddenly looking anywhere but at him. The movement of her hips which had been slow suddenly became fast and needy, an attempt to reach her orgasm, to relight the spark that had suddenly faded. Her antics began to work, but the feeling inside of her was not nearly as scorching as it had been before.
She could feel his eyes on her, burning holes in her flesh, the heat blistering her skin. With her back to the door, blocking any unwanted visitors from seeing her face, her concentration returned back to the task at hand.-----She positioned herself once more before sliding onto him, a spasm hitting her hard as she did. She placed her hands on his chest to keep her balance as it ripped through her body, his hands groping her ass not helping as she tried to hold off the orgasm.
She stilled for a moment as she constricted around him, knowing she was so close, but not wanting the moment to end just yet. It may have also had something to do with the competition that was still running in her veins from earlier.
But as she felt the sting of his palm on the flesh of her ass, she found herself staring down at him, the blue eye unhidden by her hair looked down into his brighter ones.
She knew some of the fun of this was the thought of being caught, the danger behind it all. And she often tried to pass the infatuation off as just that, the ‘forbidden fruit tasting the sweetest’ and all of that. But as she looked down at him and found him staring back, instead of elsewhere, instead of her body, she knew that wasn’t it. But she tried to fuck that thought out of her mind, attempting to force it away with each roll of her hips.
She hated it when he called her that. Hayden Rose. The slight, almost imperceptible lilt of his accent doing something to her name that just...God it just set something off inside her. Butterflies almost. Her head rolled back into the bed, her hands still making a half-attempt at trying to push him off, but she could feel her muscles start to tighten and the last thing she wanted was to make it stop. But she knew with most of their loud...Noises, as it were, that one of the guys would come to investigate, and if anyone found out about the two...Well, death would be a nicer option for Kevin.--In a rush of movement, and all of her remaining strength, Hayden rolled, forcing Kevin beneath her, the act of doing so nearly bringing her to climax. “Fuck!” she cried out, her hands running down her neck as her head tipped back.
She grinned devilishly against his lips, knowing that he knew exactly what response she had wanted from those words. He knew she was going to say them, she knew how he was going to react. Some would say that knowing someone that well, rarely without a surprise, would be boring, but Hayden couldn’t disagree more. She could guarantee a response she wanted or craved with a few simple words, none of the waiting around or wishing for it. It was hers when she wanted it. ------- As his hips rolled, filling her, she pulled the hair at the nape of his neck harshly, the wet strands leaking water that rolled down her knuckles. But it was then, right as she could feel the very start of her own orgasm, did she hear it. It was a sound a person practically living in a house full of men got used to pretty quickly, and she was surprised she heard it at all. It was just the sound of, well, men. They could never enter a house or a room quietly, there was always the slamming of doors, car or otherwise, the murmering of voices, of boots against hardwood.
“Fuck!---Fuck, Kevin!” she whispered loudly, her palms beating against his shoulders violently, attempting to get his attention, as it was obviously concentrated elsewhere.
She didn’t make it easy for him, she never did. She struggled against the grasp of his hands around her wrists, though keeping her concentration as he moved within her made it difficult, and soon enough her arms went limp as she threw her head back into the pillows, her lips parted slightly as a moan tumbled out of them. But she wanted more. She always wanted more, and with a quick movement she was able to rip her wrist from his grasp. She brought his to the back of his neck, gripping it tightly and bringing his face inches in front of hers. “C’mon.--” she growled. “Fuck me.”
His thrust elicited a loud grunt from her while sending her body back into the sheets which had begun to pile up.--It hurt at first, her body receiving something so large so quickly but she didn’t mind, but rather relished in it, practically pouting as he paused, but the angry yell which fell from his lips igniting something within her.--There was a reason their screaming matches only lasted so long.
She ground her hips up into him, the friction of his pubic bone against her clit pleasurable enough until he understood her actions which screamed: Go go go go go.
She chuckled softly as his ministrations stopped momentarily, feeling herself nearing victory.--That was the amazing thing about the two, their absolute need to be best, their crazy competitiveness could make their time together last all night, something she still hadn’t been able to find in a boy her age.
But she took pleasure in having Kevin all for herself, taking him out of the pool for women his own age. Sure, she knew that when she didn’t give him what he wanted that he attempted to find it in other women, but she didn’t care, as she knew that when he came inside them, the only face he saw was hers.
She felt pain blossom through her body as he viciously bit down on her, and it hurt. It hurt like a bitch, and she was almost tempted to look down to see if she was bleeding, but simultaneously something else unfolded within her, as she bucked her hips up to meet his length, his cruelty turning her on more than anything else. A sound, one that sounded almost like a whine bubbled past her lips as he held her hips down, stopping her from receiving the friction she so desperately needed.
She wanted him to cum in her hand, but she knew he was one stubborn bastard. As her hands, still circled around him, moved up and down his length, she looked at him, her tongue running across her bottom lip, letting him know she wanted to do so much more. Simultaneously, she let her thumb run gently over his head, greatly anticipating his reaction.
It was hard, though, to keep her movements steady as he looked up at her, teasing her with his eyes on what he was about to do next. She didn’t know being surprised would’ve been better, but the anticipation of waiting for his actions was practically torturous.
Her mouth fell open as his lips fell over the sensitive flesh, but she knew this was slow for them, this was gentle. And while the delayed gratification was glorious, she was becoming desperate for them. For how they always were when they fell into bed together. But she also knew that he knew that, and knowing him, he wasn’t going to give in so quickly. He was going to wait until she begged, and she hated him for it.
She smirked smugly as his hips moved forward with her ministrations, though never doubting her skills, glad to see that they still worked. Her lips moved to his neck, his stubble course against them, as she pumped his length, the tip brushing against her stomach, causing thousands of butterflies hiding down there to take flight.
As he took her breast in his hand, his fingers paying special attention to her nipple, she let out a fast and heavy breath, her back arching away from the bed and into him.
With his hands on his hips, he looked around, as if contemplating doing anything but crawling into bed with her. ”Well, I definitely could but….—What fun would that be?” Without warning, he launched himself at the bed, at her. His arms became a cage around her, his hair hanging down, the water dripping off of it hitting her chest.
"Now, what do you propose we do for the rest of the night?" He asked with a cocked brow and a smirk.
“Well, I don’t know.” she murmured, running her hands up the taught planes of his stomach. “We could always go to sleep, right?” she, of course was teasing. It was no secret that the two wouldn’t be going to sleep for a good few hours.
“Or...” she began, letting her hands retrace their path up his chest, so now they were leading down. Her fingers lingered on that glorious ‘v’, before she wrapped them around his length, with the unspoken promise of doing so much more “--We could have some fun.”
It still amazed him how quickly the mood between them could change, how one minute it was thunder and lightening and the next bright skies and a burning sun. And Kevin knew that this rapid quickfire of emotions waws the reason she’d be the ruin of him, but he didn’t care, nor would he ever, there were millions of ways to bleed, but she was, by far, his favorite, and it would take an army to keep him away.
His laugh bounced around the small room, though it was interrupted as she pounded on his back, causing a fit of coughing—he really should lay off the cigarettes—. As he neared his bed, Kevin reached for Hayden’s waist, before throwing her on the bed, grinning.
She bounced as she hit the bed, water droplets going everywhere as she did so. She was tempted to break out in another fit of giggles, but as she looked up at him, standing there in all his glory, that temptation fled, leaving only one thing she wanted to do.
"Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there all night?" she asked with a smirk.
