This Won't Work

The Name

"Love me, then you switch up
I'd rather we never pick up
But can we slip up and mix up sometimes?"

- Lucky Daye

Elana's back met one of the four walls in his bedroom. His mouth devoured her neck, sucking and occasionally grazing his teeth against the delicate skin.

"Just sex, right?" Elana panted.

He backed away and looked into her eyes. His a swirl of hunger for her body, and hers a pit of desire for his touch. "I promise. Just sex."

His lips met hers in a frenzied kiss, making her legs tighten around his waist. Her hips grinded against him as he clutched her throat within a large hand.

His tongue plunged into her mouth. Their lips molding together and their tongues intertwining.

Their kiss continued as she was carried to his bed, which she was then roughly thrown onto. Damien climbed over her, her legs still around him, his hands ravaging her body.

While her shirt was being removed with his assistance it was difficult to ignore that this was Damien. The Damien she hated. The one she argued with everyday. And he was about to fuck her into oblivion and she was going to let him.

She kept reminding herself this was solely for her pleasure.

Soon enough, she was bare and Damien appreciated the view.

He threw his shirt over his head, revealing tatted abs. Elana would totally drool over them if it wasn't Damien's body.

He smirked at her stare and went down to kiss her breasts. Elana whimpered when her nipple was sucked into his mouth. His tongue swirled around one nipple while he pinched the other between two fingers.

Elana arched her back at the sensations, her face resembling the pleasure she was undergoing. Her hair was disheveled against the sheets, her eyes projecting pure lust. Her plump lips- which Damien found so attractive- were parted and releasing moans. She never believed she would be looking a disaster for Damien.

He unlatched from her nipples and lifted his head to face her. "Goddamn, you look so sexy."

Elana looked to the side so he couldn't make eye contact. Damien chuckled at her attempt to ignore him.

His large hand gripped her cheeks, forming her lips into a pout. He forced their eyes to lock. "Look at me while I fuck you like the slut you are."

Usually, she would put up a fight if anyone were to call her a slut, but right now, it was the hottest thing she had ever heard.

He roughly let go of her face and turned to his bedside table. Quickly grabbing a condom and bringing the wrapper between his teeth, biting down on it as his sweatpants dropped to the floor, along with his boxers. He kicked them off his ankles.

Elana had to hold back a gasp at the sight of his cock. She expected something large but never did she expect this big.

"Like what you see?" He teased, climbing over her once again and tearing the condom open with his teeth.

"Do you always have to be so obnoxious?"

He only chuckled, rolling the condom over his length. He was the perfect equivalent of girthy and long. She knew he would be able to easily reach the deepest spots inside of her, stretching her at the same time.

He pulled her body closer to him and positioned her just as he wanted. With her legs on his shoulders. This was when Elana knew she was fucked. "Damien?"