I sat on the hood of the car, my shirt n skin wet from the water I used to wash the car. My boyfriend, two-bit, stood inside and watched. I know he watched. I stood up and was about to go inside. The sky crackled to life and rain poured down. I stare at the clouds in hate. I heard the screen door open and the creak of the wooden steps. Next thing I knew two-bit pushed me back onto the hood of the car. His hands moving quickly and easily. His big hands ripped my shirt off. He kissed me hard and rough, with the intentions to never stop. He tugged my bottom lip with his straight white teeth, before releasing it and making a low key sound in the back of his throat. I let out a sound that's just as guttural and pleading. " You taste like sin- the best kind imaginable." He said against my lips. I nod and held him close, my hands on his rusty red sideburns on the side of his face. "Are you drunk?" I asked, finally tasting the whiskey in his mouth. "Yes, I'm drunk. But tomorrow morning, I'll be sober and you'll still be beautiful!" He screamed in the chill, damp air before carrying me inside. My body light and fragile compared to his. He dropped me on the bed and tugged off all my clothing. I lied naked in front of him and quite pleased. He stripped and joined me. He held my hands above my head and he kissed me rough but poorly. Touching turned to grabbing, soft kisses turned to passionately tonguing, our heart beat getting faster and faster. My legs spread and I felt his erection as it slid into me. He grinds his hips into me, making me more turned on then i was before. He teases me with kisses as he went faster, his pace matched my heart beat. Fast and irrational. I can't help but moan. I gasp in his ear and he laughs. "Don't be afraid to be loud!" He screamed and caused me to laugh. The rest of it was accidentally forehead banging, high laughter and lazy thrust. It wasn't perfect, but then again this wasn't the movies. Sex with two-bit was wild, different and most important perfectly imperfect.
