This Won't Work

Again

"She don't really like it but she needs me, yeah
She saying she don't really miss me"

- Chase Atlantic

Last night had caused Elana a shit ton of sexual frustration.

And to obtain some sort of relief, she found herself at Jaxon's apartment. He didn't ask why she was there. He let her in, sat her by the kitchen island, and served her a glass of water when Elana turned down wine.

He sat on the stool beside her, sipping out of a wine glass. This man really liked red wine.   "How was your day?"

Elana sighed. "Boring, once again. Nothing interesting ever seems to happen in my life."

Except for last night, of course.

"I'm sorry about that. Maybe we should go out for lunch tomorrow, just to make your life a little less boring?" His smile was sweet.

"I have work tomorrow." She was on the edge of her stool now, attempting to get closer to him, to get her intentions across.

He was oblivious. "Oh. What about dinner? There's this amazing restaurant nearby-"

Her lips were on his and, after a second of hesitation, he kissed her back. His hand settled on her knee.

Her fucking knee.

She didn't want that. She wanted him to yank her towards him like Damien did. She wanted his hand to wrap around her throat, merely choking her. She wanted him to grip her hair, to pull it.

But only Damien did that. This was Jaxon.

He backed away first, surprise evident on his face. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that." He chuckled nervously.

It was cute when he was shy or when face bloomed red but right now Elana didn't want cute. She wanted intimidating. Dominating.

His hand left her knee and he brought it up near her face. His hand stayed in the air for a few seconds before he tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"I need you, Jaxon." She muttered, begining to remove her shirt.

"Are you sure?"

Yes, she was sure.

She wanted him to rip her clothes off. To bend her over the kitchen island. To fuck her mercilessly.

But this was Jaxon. Jaxon wasn't going to do that.

He led her to his room. His room was plain in comparison to the rest of his house. All there was is a dresser and his bed.

By the time they made it onto the bed, they were both completely nude.

He hovered over her now, an arm on either side of her head. He leaned down to kiss her and then he was inside of her.

And Damien was inside of her head.

It was wrong. So wrong, but she couldn't push the thoughts away. Her imagination at this moment was so vivid.

In her imagination, he fucked her just how she wanted.

Mercilessly.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Damien said.

What the fuck?

"Until you can't fucking walk." Damien said.

Stop it.

"Until you can't take it anymore." Damien said.