Prue curlsherself into me as she lets sleep overtake her.
I’m content, on a level I never thought I’d reach in my life. I’ve been happy before, but this feels…better.
And I don’t like it.
Sex wasn’t something I should’ve let happen between us tonight. There is too much damage between us.
Not the damage we are doing to each other, because that feels good. Even though my cock aches from how fucking tight her little cunt is, whatever the hell is going on between us feels good.
But the damage we both carry inside is what isn’t good for us. It’s like water and gasoline. If we mix the two there is surely going to be an explosion. And if that explosion is anything like the sex we just had, well I’d take it, but I doubt either of us will survive it.
The sex has to be a one-time thing. If we let it happen again, it’s only going to cause more problems for us both. I’m already feeling the pull to stick my cock in her again, and if I do that, well, I’m pretty sure I’ll become addicted. If I’m not already.
She already tried to fight and fly right after. When morning comes, she will most likely lose her fucking mind. I can already feel the glare she is bound to shoot me. The sting of whatever verbal abuse she plans on throwing at me is going to leave a scar inside my heart.
I knew that would be the case from the minute she laid down beside me in nothing but a thong, but I couldn’t stop it from happening. The moment she put the tip of my cock inside her, I lost whatever control I had. What was I supposed to do? I gave her every chance to stop it, handed her control of the situation, and she wanted me. How could I deny her when she wanted me just as much as I wanted her?
As I tighten my grip around her, forcing her cold body to press firmly against me, I block out all other thoughts.
And not just the bad ones, but the ones that give me hope too.
A loud banging jolts me awake. My surroundings are foreign for a moment until I see that short brown hair and pale skin squirming against me.
“What is that?” Prue groans, her eyes opening and staring at me.
The confusion on her face would be cute if it wasn’t for the loud banging coming from somewhere in the house. I try to make sense of the situation, but Prue’s bare body is very distracting.
Slowly, my mind pieces things together. The sound is coming from outside the room. Probably the front door. Yes. Someone is pounding at the front door.
“And what time is it?” she mutters, pulling her body from mine.
The noise continues, only now I’m pretty sure someone is trying to kick the door in. I don’t need to guess who it is. I wasn’t born yesterday.
Jumping from the bed, I pull my pants and shirt on as she crawls to the edge of the bed, watching me. I don’t doubt she is piecing the situation together too, unless I did manage to fuck her brain-dead last night.
“You stay here,” I order.
“You don’t live here.” She crosses her hands over her bare chest and despite the fact I’m positive her ex is at the front door, my cock throbs.
Part of me wants to throw her on her back and make her cum while her shitty ex bangs on the door. Let him hear her scream my name so he knows she will never want him again.
But I don’t.
“Prue. Just stay here,” I say, opening the bedroom door. “Does this door lock?”
“No.”
“Don’t come out. Okay? Stay put.”
She nods and I wish I could believe that she will listen to me, but I don’t.
I rub my eyes once out in the living room. The banging turns into thuds. He is trying to break down the fucking door like a God damn psychopath.
Prue sure knows how to pick them.
I open the door and Charles stumbles forward, almost landing on his face, but catching himself at the last minute onthe side table. He is wearing the same suit from earlier tonight, but he smells like a fucking bar.
After fucking Prue, I have a bigger hatred for him than I already did. It makes what he did feel more personal. And little sense. How could he have had her and not want to worship the ground she walks on?
