YASS DADDY FUCK ME UP ^^^
You stare at the floor, the past several minutes of your life flashing before your eyes; you heart is racing, trying to will yourself to believe that you were just imagining things, that Josh didn't just find out about Tyler. You wring your hands together, not entirely sure what you needed to do to rectify the situation that you had created.
You're not certain how long you sit in the silence of your house, anxiously waiting for something to happen, when you hear a car pull into your driveway. Your heart pounds in your chest as you stand from your seat, crossing to the front door; peering through the peephole, you see Josh trudging up the walkway. You fumble with the door knob momentarily, before you whip the door open, staring at Josh.
He doesn't say anything as he passes you, pushing through the front door and walking into your living room. When you close the door, and turn to face him, he's standing in the middle of the room, fists clenched as he stares at you; it's then you notice his split lip, bloody knuckles, and blood stained shirt.
"Josh," you rasp, beginning to walk towards him. "What...are you okay?" You stop in front of him, setting your hands on his shoulders.
"It's not my blood," he mutters. "Not all of it." You attempt to hide the look of panic on your face as your mind wanders to Tyler, hoping that he was safe. "He'll be fine," Josh adds, noticing the look in your eyes. There is a tone to his voice that is unlike anything you had ever heard from him before: cold and distant.
"Josh," you say, but before you can utter another syllable, Josh pushes your hands off of his shoulders, one of his hands catching your wrist so he can yank you closer to him. Your eyes go wide when you get a look at the darkened expression in on Josh's face.
"He was running his mouth a lot, like he does," Josh begins. "And he said that you told him I don't know how to fuck you like he does." He drags you towards your table, bending you over the edge with your face pressed against Tyler's shirt that lays there.
"He fucked you hard," Josh continues, pushing your skirt up to your waist.
"Called you names...made you whine like a whore, isn't that right?" You swallow hard, nodding your head slowly as you feel Josh's hands working your panties down your thighs.
"That's how you like it?" he asks, unbuckling his belt. "That's what my best friend was giving you that I couldn't give you?"
"Josh–"
"You don't get to talk right now," he snaps, pushing his clothing off of his hips. He takes a step up behind you, not giving you any warning before he pushes into you. He bunches your skirt up in his fist, pressing his hand to your lower back to keep you still as he begins to thrust into you hard. "He told me about the marks you let him leave on you," he grunts.
"I guess it's time I left a few of my own on you."
Before you can speak, his hand comes down hard on your backside, fingers clenching your cheek hard where he smacked. You whine at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut tight. Josh continues to thrust into you, rocking the table beneath you with each thrust of his hips.
"Gimme your hands," he mutters, letting go of your hips. He takes hold of your forearms, extending them up behind you back; using your arms, he yanks you against him hard, pulling your face from the table. You moan, listening to the sounds of Josh's forceful grunts and his skin coming in contact with yours. "Spread your legs wider," he instructs.
"Arch your fucking back, act like you've done this before...I know you have."
With a small whimper, you take a step wider, and tilt towards Josh even more, arching your back as he told you to do. Your body shakes from his movements as he becomes more aggressive, pounding into you relentlessly.
