Sex - (A Brad Simpson Oneshot)

THIS IS BRAD SIMPSON SMUT

GO FOR IT

“What do you want from me?” she glared up at him, poison dripping from every word as her furious eyes found his with an intensity that would have left any other person trembling with fear, “haven’t you done enough damage?”

But Brad did not flinch, reaching out and catching hold of her arm as she spun around, almost running from him. His voice was pleading, calling her back to him as his grip tightened to the point of pain.

“I just wanted to-”

“Well I don’t want to hear it” she whipped round, pulling in vain as she tried to free herself, anger still burning bright in her eyes.

“But-”

“Leave me alone!”

And too late, she realised she had gone one step too far, pushed him beyond even his limits. He stared at her and she could sense his temper flaring just beneath the surface, threatening to turn to violence as shadows flickered across his face. He shoved her, but not in the direction of the door. Instead she felt the breath knocked from her as he slammed her roughly against the wall, making no attempt at pretence of gentleness to cover his growing anger.

“You-”

But the rest of her words were cut off as his mouth descended on hers, bitterness in the way his lips moved. She tasted the curl of ghostly smoke, felt his anger barely contained in the clenched hands that clung desperately to her, and when she pulled back to try and fight him off he only followed her in deeper. His teeth caught her lip, biting down hard and drawing her closer to him as his arms circled her waist, holding her, feeling the heat of both stormy tempers combined in that single moment.

And suddenly she wasn’t fighting him anymore; a long, defeated sigh tumbling from her lips as she let herself succumb to Brad’s knowing hands. He simply smirked, expecting it, pressed her harder into the wall until she could feel every line of his body against hers, and on the other side only cold unyielding plaster. She inhaled his scent, surrounding her, trapping her, an involuntary gasp sucked through her lips as she felt the sharp sting of teeth grazing sensitive skin. His hand trailed across the skin of her neck, careful fingertips tracing the pattern of delicate veins as his lips followed, smoothing searing heat down the slim column of her throat. Sucking hard for a second before pulling back to see what he had done, he stood still, eyes taking in the deep bruise flowering across porcelain skin and breathing harder than usual as his heartbeat raced in his ears.

The anger in his eyes did not fade, and he had to hold himself in check so as not to break her right there, where she leaned unsteadily against the wall. His shirt was already half undone, all it took was one swift yank and it hung loose from firm shoulders, hiding just enough to make the most unseen.

She quickly shrugged off her own shirt, not bothering to watch as it fell carelessly to the floor and reached out for him once more. He watched, waiting as his eyes darkened, running a hand through tangled curls slicked black with sweat as he took in every inch of her, quickly growing impatient. He shuddered when he felt her brush against his heated skin, teasing fingers playing across the waistband of his jeans slung low across sharp hipbones.

“Don’t you fucking dare” he almost growled, pinning her arms by her sides. One look at him told her he was in no mood for teasing tonight and so she kept quiet for now, wanting to see how far she could push him.

She gently tugged on his shirt sleeve, pulling it off easily and leaving it to flutter to the floor to join hers, crumpled and discarded at their feet. Before she could make sense of the heady sensations tangling her thoughts, his fingers were at the clasp of her bra, undoing it with the ease of routine and slipping it down her arms as she gasped from the sudden cold that sent tingles racing down her spine to that place deep inside. He tossed the scrap of fabric over his shoulder and turned back to her, humour and the barest touch of anger gleaming in his eyes.