Rk900 One-Shots

lack | s

(human rk900)

Her head fell back as his teeth delicately sunk into the nape of her neck, she bared it for him to mark. His hips drove into hers in a consistent pace. Deeper into her core wildly, a low groan came from his lips, vibrating against her throat. She was close, again. The swell of pleasure built as the moments has passed, "Please, oh fuck." She whined, feeling as though she was a broken record, mumbling and moaning. He had removed his lips from her bruised neck and collarbone, instead trailing hot, open-mouthed kissing up to the bone of her jaw. Following it with soft butterfly kisses that landed by the corner of her mouth. The quiet labored breathing mixed in was enough to get her off.

Trailing her fingertips along the lines on his toned chest and then falling to his back, she tried to pull him closer. His hand that wasn't holding himself up came down to her clit. She gasped and a few guttural moans hadn't even made it past her lips but releasing in her throat escaped. His thumb began rubbing circles against it, successfully pushing her closer to bliss. His hand claimed purchase as they dug into her stomach. By the slight stutter of his hips, she knew he was close, too.

Rolling her hips into him with the same rhythm, he released his thumb and wrapped his hand around her throat. His lips were now brushing against her ear. The sweet sounds of his deep moans mixed with him mumbling words of encouragement were about to be the final straw, tipping her over. The restricted airflow sent pleasure through her. His palm pressing against her windpipe and his fingertips digging into the flesh of the back of her neck. It was the last puzzle piece. She felt herself tighten around him as she dug her nails into his back, then immediately settling for gripping the white sheets of the bed.

She knew what the rules were.

Waves of ecstasy rolled through her as his thrusts became slower, more full. When she stole a glance to the side at him, his lips were parted and his eyes were nearly glossed over as his hips snapped harshly against hers once more before she felt rope after rope of his hot cum shoot into her core. His pace slowed as they both began to come down from both of their highs. He pulled out and pressed a soft, sensual kiss to her lips.

His heavy breathing mixing with hers sounded almost domestic in her mind. It was twisted, but it made sense to her. The only person she had been with in five months was him. No strings attached, of course. The way his eyes flickered from her lips to her eyes as he crawled off of her, a ghost of a touch lingering on her chest that was rising and falling quickly, the way it looked like there was a smidge of a smile on his face. But she knew there was nothing. No touching after sex. And certainly no positive feelings afterward. Not for her.

She watched as he went to one of his dressers, opening a drawer and setting articles of clothing on top. He glided across the room, she noticed his breathing had steadied while hers was still trying to keep up with the recent moments. His hands held dresser clothing from his large closet. The brands of which were expensive and she didn't even know the names of. Once he disappeared through the bathroom door without a single word, her emotions were overbearing.

Empty. She felt as though she was drained. Tired. Low. How could he walk away like that? Like nothing happened. Was she not good enough? Hr couldn't even spend a little time with her after the fact? She was alone.

She curled up for a moment, knees tucked to her chest. There were hot, uncomfortable tears pricking her eyes, making her try to blink them away. She knew he would want her out once he got back from his shower. Hearing the water start running, she began to make the bed, all whilst she held back the urge to cry. Just break down sobbing. Smoothing the comforter after she had rearranged the pillows, she began to redress herself.

The water shut off, making her pull up her black pencil skirt faster. She wrapped her forearm across her chest as she started to search for her bra. The one he had taken off so quickly. So carelessly. Finally finding it, she put her arms through, trying not to look down at her body. If he seemed disgusted by looking at it, so should she.