I used the key, hoping she wouldn't be here. We hadn't seen much of one another since the break up and she didn't mind it being that way at all. I minded it. I wanted her back. She knew this, but I think she was enjoying teasing me I think.
I didn't realise what I was hearing until it was too late. I'd just wanted to grab my favourite hoodie I knew I'd left here. Everything came crumbling down the moment I opened the door to the spare room.
She was stuffed full of some dimwit's cock. She was moaning, eyes closed. Her hands held his hair like reins as she basked in bliss. Clothing decorated the floor. She was making noises I remembered and treasured. I made a disgusted face.
"Holy shit!" Y/n cried when she saw my face in her doorway.
"I'm here to pick up my stuff," I said, leaning against the wall with nonchalance.
"Get off, get off Marcus," she grunted and pushed the man off her. I could tell she was embarrassed even if she'd never admit to it.
"I, um, I'll go," the man, Marcus, said awkwardly as he gathered his clothing. He was out of there in no time to my shock.
"You fucking pervert!" She hissed at me.
"I just want my hoodie back," I snapped.
She wilted a bit. I could see she didn't want me to take the piece of clothing she liked so much. I knew it had been what she slept in and it comforted her.
Y/n's pov
"I'll get it," I snarled and bustled off to my bedroom. I was so embarrassed that he'd caught me hooking up with someone else.
"Why weren't you fucking him in YOUR room?" Timothée asked. I rolled my eyes and felt anger roll over me. Of course he would want to know a stupid little detail like that. It was an embarrassing detail.
The bedroom had been a place Timmy and I had, had many precious moments. I didn't feel like I could bear fucking someone in what I still thought of as "our" bed.
"Don't worry about it," I snapped.
I finally found his dumb hoodie. I turned around, still naked from the waist down, and only in a long t-shirt. I threw the piece of clothing at him.
"There you go, now leave," I said, and crossed my arms.
"I think I will worry about it," he said smoothly as he approached me. "Was he better than me?"
I scoffed. I couldn't honestly say that he was. However, I didn't want Timothée getting a big head. I turned away from him.
"Come on love, you know he couldn't be better than me," crooned his tempting voice. His hand cupped my cheek and he turned my face his way. I betrayed my heart as I looked at him. I bit my lip at how gorgeous he was. He made my stomach spin.
"He was," I lied. I loved how his face fell for a moment.
"He was better! And he made me feel like a goddess. You could never do as well. I'm so glad I'm finally getting some good dick," I said with a smug smile.
I made to push past him but he grabbed me. He looked in my eyes. He looked furious.
"Say it again, to my face," he ordered. His eyes scanned my face.
"He's better than you," I said slowly.
"Yeah right," I heard the growled words. Suddenly, he was kissing me. I melted into him just like old times. I hated how addictive he was.
His hands were on my body. The familiar spark was lighting inside me. He was an excellent kisser. I couldn't help but press myself against him.
"Timothée," I gasped. I didn't know how he would read my tone.
"That's it princess, you wanna change what you said?" He teased.
"No," I dropped the bomb.
"Excuse me?"
"No, I don't want to change what I said," I told him. I wanted to push my luck. I wanted to see what he would do. I liked this. It was like taunting a tiger.
"You fucking-"
He pushed me to the bed. His body rolled against me. He was biting and licking my neck. He was like a ravenous animal. I felt his hardness against me. I felt heat and wetness between my legs.
"You like this don't you slut? Me being the needy one. You love flipping the script," he growled in my ear.
"Ah," I let out a breathy sound.
Before I knew it his pants were around his ankles. He ripped off the only thing I wore. His hands and mouth moved on my sensitive nipples.
"Oh, f-fuck, oh!" I cursed.
"Pretending you don't fucking want me," he barked out a laugh. His hand dipped down and he swiped it through my quivering wetness.
"I barely have to do anything," he chuckled.
He massaged my puffy nipples. My legs spread open further. He groaned as he pressed his tip to my entrance. He pushed the head in and out of me. I was squirming at the teasing.
"Your gushing baby girl," he crooned.
"you say you don't love it, and yet you're so wet. I think you just want me to make you scream," he whispered in my ear.
"Timothée, I-"
He slammed into me balls deep. He was buried to the hilt. I felt almost like I might lose consciousness at how good it felt. He began to thrust and my nails were scrambling for purchase in his back.
"Oh, oh, oh!" I whimpered as he plunged over and over. His full balls slapped me. I was so wet that his balls were as well, creating a mess where they hit my ass.
"Please, please, please!" I wailed. I was wrapped around him. I was addicted and I couldn't help myself.
"Thaaaaats it," he groaned. He bit my lip hard enough to break the skin.
"You want it. You fucking love my cock. You've never had better than me," he chuckled. He was an expert. He perfectly massaged my g spot. His hands grabbed handfuls of my tits. He pulled my hair. He was possessing me body and soul. I was cock drunk and I knew I'd do anything in the moment for his cum.
"Mm, uh, uuu, mmmff, ohhh."
"Listen to the sounds that sloppy cunt's making, you can't tell me no," he growled and I shuddered all over.
"Timothée," I screamed.
"Say I win, say I fucking win," he snarled in my ear. His voice was deep and erotic and he bit into my lobe.
"You win!" I shrieked as the he hit just the right place.
My vision went black as I came. I saw stars that seemed to fall and set my body on fire. I was shaking and gasping as my orgasm overwhelmed me. My needy pussy walls were clenching around his thick cock. He grunted and shoved himself balls deep. He came inside me in hot spurts. I'd work a condom with Marcus but this was pure and bare and the most elite sex I'd ever had.
"Oh f-fuck," I said helplessly as Timothée's sweat dripped down on me.
Timothée's POV
"I- okay, I want you back," she said in an almost dreamy voice. She looked cum drunk. She was always so nice once she had a good load in her.
"Not so fast princess," I laughed, nuzzling against her sore ear. I admired the bite marks I had made.
"I think I'll let you chase me a little longer," I said in a cocky tone. I knew now that she would.
"Excuse me?" She demanded. Her tone was no longer soft. I sat up and smirked. She did not like being told no. Now she knew that I didn't either.
"We can play tag a little longer I think," I winked. She pushed me off the bed.
"While I'm down here, wanna ride my cock?" I asked casually.
"You're despicable," she shot back, but she looked intrigued. Tag was my favourite game.
