He opens his mouth to say something, but I place a finger over it, and he nods as his eyes fill with liquid heat.
Stepping back, I undo the trench coat and let it fall open, shivering at the blatant hunger that lights his face and the way he lengthens behind his pants. "Do you have an issue with me being in the driver's seat tonight?" I ask as I let the coat slide from my body as sensually as I can.
He shakes his head slowly as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fighting his need to touch me.
"Can you handle it if I'm unable to go through with this?"
His face softens. "Fuck yeah."
"You know this changes nothing between us, right?"
This time, he rolls his eyes with a smirk. "Babe. Trust me. We're on the same page."
"Do you have condoms?"
"In the bedroom."
"Go get one. I want you to fuck me against the wall. I want you to shove your thick cock inside me and replace bad memories with good ones. Can you do that?"
His hand snakes between us and slides his fingers straight inside me. "Don't worry, pretty girl. I'll ride you against it so hard we'll leave dents behind." He pulls them out and swirls his thumb around my clit before thrusting them back in. "Anytime you look at another wall, the only memories you'll have are of the time I abused this pretty pussy of yours against one."
Alek works me over with his fingers until he pulls an orgasm from me. Then he sucks his fingers clean with a wink before going to grab a condom.
I thought I was ready. I thought I was in control. But it's not until a few hours later, after Alek and I have fucked all over his apartment, that I realize how silly it was of me ever to think that.
And there's only one person who needs to feel the damage.
...And Broken Condoms
Charlie | The Past
BythetimeAlekfinally stills behind me for the last time, the clock is creeping toward two in the morning. I collapse face-first onto the bed, spent and breathless, a tangle of limbs and exhaustion.
Barely a heartbeat later, I jolt upright, heart pounding like a warning bell. Horror claws at me as I spot the thick white trail sliding down my thigh. My glare shoots to Alek, ready to unleash fury for skipping the condom I was sure he wore, but my anger falters when I see his face—pale, trembling, and stricken.
The memory of dinner churns uneasily in my stomach, twisted by the reality of the broken condom.
"Oh, god," I whisper.
Alek's eyes clash with mine, and the muscles around his mouth tense as he rubs the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. This is the first time it's ever happened, so I wasn't expecting it. I promise I'm clean."
The only thing I can manage is a nod while I climb from the bed. "It was an accident. I know. I'm clean too, and I'm on the shot, so we're fine."
So why does it feel like the air has been sucked from my lungs?
My steps to the bathroom blur, each one heavy with the chaos of emotions warring inside me.
Shaking, vision swimming, I twist the shower knob and step in without waiting for warmth, desperate to wash away the night.
The icy spray needles my skin, but I barely register it. I sink to the bottom of the tub, curling into myself, arms wrapped tight around my knees, forehead pressed to bone.
This night was meant for pleasure, laughter, and firsts. Not this spiral of dread and regret.
I suppose a broken condom, a fresh wave of STI panic, and the looming specter of that one percent birth control failure rate all count as new experiences, too.
Alek swears he’s clean, but trust doesn’t come that easily. We’re not exclusive, and while I haven’t heard rumors, with Alek, nothing would shock me. The shot shields me from pregnancy, but it’s useless against an STI.
Wouldn’t that just be the universe’s cruelest joke?
