Nemesis: A Love Story

TESSA

When she wakes up she notices she is still dressed with the clothes from the other night. She smells of smoke, alcohol and sex. She doesn't remember getting home or how she did.
She grimaces to herself. She remembers the pool hall...The Descent, with its musty smell, lowlights of glowing red, the sweating bodies on the dance floor. The stained wooden floors, the shag rug that covered the floor of the lounge. The work down and used fake leather couches, tables littered with empty bottles, ashtrays and things she could be sure of.
She turns from her stomach to slowly rest on her back. What day was it? She doesn't know anymore it seems. Her green eyes scan the ceiling above her. Painted pristine white.
She hates white.
Hates the clean look.
How it tries to make everything look brand new.
Like nothing bad had ever happened in this place.
She pulls her mind back before it can venture down that blackness.
Her mind instantly fills with another image.
Him
Lucifer
His face appears like wave crashing into all her senses.
She sits up abruptly remembering the events of the other night.
~See something you like?~
She can picture him, sitting on the leather couch. His pants pushed down his thighs. His legs spread giving the girl better access to his cock. The way his Adam's apple moves in his throat with each rising and lowering of the girls mouth.
He'd looked so powerful then.
So intense.
So broken.
No.
No.
NO.
She chants as she jumps up from the bed. Stripping off her coat and then her shirt, followed by pants and socks. She walks into the bathroom. Turns on the shower. The heat and steam filling up the small space. She steps inside the shower. Stepping under the hot stream. Letting the water cascade down the curves of her body. Her hands rub her face roughly trying to release the pent up emotions filling her. Her face red now.
She scrubs her body.
She's not gentle.
A deep moan
The sound fills her ears.
A memory.
His moans.
He moans and looks at her as he does so. He's biting his lip.
Up and down
His spreads his legs wider now.
She can see his balls.
Swollen. Aching.
Watches as his free hand moves to them. Playing with them in his long fingers.
Her own fingers now find their way down and down. Over her breasts, her nipples and down further still.
Her own moans mixes with the memory of his as her finger slips between her lips, finding her swollen clit. It's been ages since she has done this to herself.
Now she can't stop herself.
She feels her legs shake at the feeling. She has to use her other hand to steady herself against the tiles as the other moves frantically now inside her.
She closes her eyes, her mouth falls open. She's back in the lounge.
He's still staring at her.
His voice becoming more raw with lust as he's being sucked dry.
They lock eyes.
See something you like?
No.
Her orgasm rips through her like electricity , she almost loses balance, and her fingers are made warm by her own cum. She sinks to the floor of the shower. The water washing her clean. Removing any trace of her taint.
Her body convulses once more before finally coming to a rest as she cries softly.