"Fuck!" He yelled digging in his pocket. "What?" I asked. "I don't have a fucking rubber" he replied irritated.
"That's okay we don't need one"...
*
I placed a hand on his chest. "What the fuck do you mean 'we don't need one'?" I asked. "We don't need one babe I'll pull out before I come" he shrugged. "Tom no I'm not an idiot, girls have gotten pregnant even if their boyfriend 'pulled out'' I said crossing my arms.
He sighed and his head dropped. "Come on babe" he whined. "No condom... no sex" I said shrugging. "Jesus fuck!" He sighed running his hand through his hair. "Fuck it" he said getting off me. "I'll go get a fucking condom but as soon as I get back were having sex" he added. I shrugged. "That sounds fine" I replied.
He put his pants back on. "There is a pharmacy a block away- I'm going to run down there okay? Did you hear me run I'm about to run for you" he said pointing at me. "Because your sex is amazing-now I'm going to run and get a pack of condoms I will be back in 15 minutes tops" he said determined. He kissed me as soon as he finished his words.
"Go" I said pushing him out of the car. "Hurry up" I said. As soon as his feet hit the pavement he was gone. I laughed a bit. I had never seen him run this fast. Not even when him and Mark would race each other to see who was the 'better man' as they put it.
I sat in the backseat of his old car and ran my hand over the seat that was torn and ripping. I was more than sure that by the time he came back I wouldn't be in the mood anymore. Which would only make Tom livid considering he just ran all that way.
I waited for him to come running back. Sweaty and out of breath but some how still down to fuck. I was growing bored.
Humming the same line from a song I barely remember became repetitive and annoying. Ten minutes passed and I saw my clearly tired boyfriend running towards the car. He yanked open the door and tore open the box of condoms.
"I'm back" he panted. "Clearly" I replied as he practically ripped his pants off. He opened up a condom and whipped his dick out.
Just as I had predicted I wasn't in the mood anymore but I didn't say anything. Didn't want to piss him off. I laid back down and didn't say a word and he grabbed onto my shoulder for support and thrusted into me. There was no kissing, no dirty talk, no loving stares, no caressing how he usually would do,it was just Tom getting an orgasm as I laid on the seat stiff as a bored.
But Tom didn't seem to notice my 'enthusiasm' for sex. Of course I moaned from time to time. I didn't want to damage his ego. Because apparently in a guys head, If a girl moans and screams when your having sex than it means the man is doing a good job. And it's heart breaking if the girl doesn't make any satisfying sounds.
He finished and smiled to himself. Why didn't he notice that I wasn't into it this time? Now it got me thinking. Was he only focused on getting off when we had sex. I glared at him as he zipped up his pants. He looked at me and looked away.
I guess he saw the death stare I was giving him and quickly looked at me again. "What's wrong?" He asked. Still glaring I spoke up. "Why didn't you notice I wasn't into it?" I asked covering my chest with my arm. "Into what?" He asked. "The sex! I wasn't into the sex! And you didn't notice" I answered poking his chest with the tip of my finger. He gave me one of those looks where his face read what in the fucking hell are you talking about?
"You totally were! You were moaning and everything" he said throwing his hand in the air. "They were fake Tom! You should know my real moans by now!" I yelled. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Why does this even matter?" He asked closing his eyes and throwing his head back into the seat. "Because Tom" I groaned. "Do you have sex with me just to get off?" I asked crossing my arms. "No" he replied. "You're just saying that because I'm mad!" I said mushing his shoulder. "Babe come on can we fight later?" He asked. "No!" I yelled.
