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The sound of pool balls clacking filled the air, mixed with Lynyrd Skynyrd and rose over the din of the crowd. The small bar you were in was packed, filled wall to wall with people who were standing shoulder to shoulder. It was hot and stuffy, sweat was rolling down your sternum and wetted the band of your bra. The overscrowded space would have made you anxious, uncomfortable, if it weren’t for James by your side and his strong hand on your back. He held you close to him while you waited for your drinks, and was glaring at anyone who got too close. You would’ve said something, told him to lighten up if you thought he could hear you.
The dingy bar wasn’t your first choice to spend your evening at but James insisted, something about old high school friends that were in town and wanted to meet here. It made your heart skip a beat, the fact that he thought you were important enough to him to meet his friends. The bartender slid your drinks across the bar top. The movement you from your thoughts. James handed you yours, a vodka cranberry with extra lime, and took his beer, and guided you through the crowd and out to the patio. The evening sun had set low in the sky. It painted everything in deep oranges and pinks. The sound of cicadas filled the air, their cry gave the evening heat a pulse. His friends were already out there, sat around a table, their heads thrown back in laughter.
“Hetfield!” One of them called and motioned you two to come over. You trailed after James, lacing your free hand in his, nerves bubbling up in your stomach. He gave your hand a squeeze, looking back and silently mouthing an I love you before turning back around and waving his beer filled hand. You hated meeting new people, especially like this where you were the odd one out. Self-consciousness filled you; you had gotten yourself all done up tonight, even bought a new sundress for the occasion, though now you felt rather overdressed. You wanted to scream at yourself, these were blue-collar men, all of them working as truckers or in construction, they probably thought you were stupid for dressing up. Feeling a bit like a child you slipped behind James, using him to shield yourself from prying eyes.
“Hey man, long time no see.” They clapped hands, dragging each other in and shaking each other. The others came over, circling around James, grabbing at him and giving him those half-hugs that men do. Standing by yourself you felt out of place, like a stupid college girl who was dating a rockstar way out of your league, which you were but it still stung. That feeling was always in the back of your mind but it only amplified when the difference between you two was made so glaringly obvious. You looked up at James unsure of what to do with yourself. His eyes softened at the furrow of your brow, at the soft pout of your lip and he pulled you closer to him.
“This is my girlfriend.” He said your name softly, like it was something to be treasured; you’d never heard him say it that way before. You gave them all a little wave and muttered hi, your voice almost failing you in your anxiousness.
“Well, I’ll be damned. How’d you pull a pretty little thing like that, Het?” The others laughed, though not unkindly, and James laughed with them. You stood a little straighter and gave a soft smile, your eyes crinkling.
“I know, I know, finally got myself a good one.” James leaned down and kissed your hairline, pulling you closer. His hand slid down your back, his long fingers digging into your ass and giving it a squeeze; it took everything in you not to squeal.
“Let’s not just stand around like strangers,” The man who spoke was tall, about James’ height, and had sharp brown eyes. “C’mon man, sit.”
They all headed back to the table they were at and James pulled you along with him. He tugged you down into his lap the second he sat, the warmth of his body bleeding through your thin dress. He was solid beneath you, solid and firm and a little hot to the touch. You leaned into him, your head finding its place on your shoulder as you situated yourself in his lap.
“We can pull up a chair, if you’d like.” Someone, you thought his name was John or something along those lines, offered. The rest laughed, shaking their heads.
“Uh uh, I think Jimmy over there would kill you if you tried to get her off of him.”
You blushed at that and James let out one of those full body laughs that you loved so much. Shifting in your seat, you glanced at James, a smile dancing on your lips.
“Jimmy?” You had never heard him called that. A giggle slipped through your lips at the nickname; you were going to use it on him later.
“Oh fuck, don’t.” His cheeks went all red and he groaned. “It’s just a stupid nickname, please baby, don’t tell Lars about it.”
You nodded, kissing his cheek, and tucked yourself back into him. He relaxed under you, listening as his friends started to tell him about all that change in Downey.
“Do you remember Missy, you had senior chem with her?"
You zoned out then, feeling a little out of place while they reminisced about their high school years. James ran his free hand up and down your thigh, slipping it under your dress so he could rest it on your bare skin. His fingers tapped a rhythm into your leg and he squeezed you ever so often, pressing dimples into your skin. The weight of his palm on you had your mind wandering.
James was the perfect boyfriend, in the months you had been together he had been nothing short of a gentleman, treating you like a princess, getting you whatever you wanted. And you loved how he treated you, loved how much he loved you. It was just that he treated you like that in bed too. He acted like you were fragile, made of glass, like one wrong move you’d shatter all over the place. You were never not satisfied but sometimes you wanted more, you wanted it harder, rougher. You’d never say it out loud but you wanted him to be mean to you, to stop treating you like a princess. He had told you, only after a dozen beers and a lot of begging from you, what he used to do with groupies, how he treated them like toys; you wanted that more than anything.
Sipping on your drink you lost yourself in thoughts of what you would let him do to you. You wanted his hand around your throat, squeezing until your vision spotted and your mind went blank. Wanted him to leave bruises behind for you to press on the day after. The thought of him fucking you, really fucking you, sent a shiver up your spine and a flush traveling down your throat. You wanted him to use you, to hurt you then kiss it better when he was all done. You wanted to be his toy, his pet, you wanted him to take his anger out on you, and more than anything you wanted him to want it too. Leaning forward you set your empty drink down, wincing at the way your panties clung to you.
“D’you want another?” James murmured in your ear, wrapping his arms around you tighter. His lips brushed your skin when he spoke, his breath tickling the baby hairs at the back of your neck. You suppressed a shudder and shook your head.
“No thank you, baby.” You whispered back, tucking your head under his chin. He went back to his conversation, laughing along at what his friends were saying. Heat pooled low in your core at the low rumble of his voice, the way it vibrated through your body. Clenching your thighs, you did everything you could to not squirm in your seat, your mind too worried at what others might think. Forcing your mind to go blank, you tried not to think about just how desperately you wanted James, needed him. James jostled you, squeezing you and laughing when you gasped.
“What?”
“Mikey was asking what’s your major.” He kissed your neck in apology.
“Oh, sorry. It’s philosophy.” You said with a smile. The men around you murmured but you didn’t really care; all you wanted was to be home with James. They continued on with their conversation and you couldn’t help but tap your foot, anxious to be home.
“Well, this has been great, but I think we gotta head out.” James patted your hip, prompting you to stand. They all said their goodbyes, hugging each other, and James took your hand in his, leading you back out through the bar. In your time outside it had become even more crowded. James kept you close to him, grunting and side-eyeing at anyone who got too close to you. The fresh, night air hit you like a wall when you finally made it out of the stuffy building, your blooming headache instantly receding. He lead you through the parking lot, weaving you through the lines of cars and to his truck. The gravel crunched under your sandals, the sound echoing through the air.
“They were nice.” You squeezed James’ hand, picking up your pace so you could be close to him.
“Yeah, yeah, they’re great. I always miss seeing them.” He sighed, “it’s nice being around real people, y’know? Not those assholes who follow us around and wanna hang ‘cause we’re in a band, but like real people who like me for me.”
“I like you for you.” You smiled softly, understanding filling you. James grinned and his blue eyes sparkled.
“I know, and that’s why I love you.” Leaning down he pressed a kiss to your forehead. His lips were warm, and so was his breath as it ghosted across your forehead. He stilled for a moment, then laughed and swept you up into his arms. Your stomach lurched and you couldn’t suppress the giggle that broke from your lips.
“What are you doing?” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“I’m,” he kissed your cheek. “Carrying my beautiful girlfriend to our car.”
You giggled some more and swung your feet, delighting in being pampered. The ease with which he carried you only made the aching between your thighs worse, your heart pounding in your chest. James hummed the rest of the walk there, pausing to kiss your cheek or throat, his lips scorching on your skin. The Chevy Luv sat parked at the back of the lot, the light blue glowing almost white under the street lamp. He placed you in the passenger seat, closing the door behind him before hurrying around the car. The engine purred to life, the radio softly playing George Strait. Laying your head against the glass, you watched the other cars blur by you as James sped up, getting on the highway to drive home. With nothing but your thoughts on your mind your core began to ache while your mind wandered to just how needy you were for James. If you were a braver girl you would’ve asked him to pull over and fuck you in the backseat, but you weren’t so you just laid your hand on his bicep, raking your nails up and down his arm. He groaned, goosebumps prickling on his skin, and shivered.
“Feel good?” You asked, fluttering your eyelashes. James just nodded and kept his eyes firmly on the road. Unsatisfied, you dropped your hand down to his thigh, stroking over the denim covered muscle. His jaw clenched, his hand falling down from the steering wheel to grab your wrist.
“What’s gotten into you tonight?” James gritted out, his cock twitching under your palm through his jeans. You simply shrugged and tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. When that didn’t work you pouted, whining.
“Want you.” You shifted in your seat and your dress slid up your thighs. James sighed, heavy and long, but didn’t look, his eyes glued in front of him.
“Not right now, baby.” He kept your hand in his grasp, his fingers biting into your skin. You whined, the ache of his hold had liquid heat flowing through you.
“But James-”
“Enough,” he cut you off, saying your name in a harsh grunt. “Behave or I’ll make you when we get home.”
That had you whimpering, your thighs clenching as your panties grew damper. The rest of the car ride was spent in a tense silence, your wrist smarting in his hand. You were trembling by the time he pulled in the driveway, your stomach aching with wanting. He put the truck in park with a huff, grumbling while he reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt.
“You can’t do stuff like that while I’m driving, sweetheart.” He said, his tone low and stern. You opened your mouth to defend yourself then shut it, your nerves getting the better of you. James got out of the car, rounding the hood and opening your door. He picked you up without a word, hauling you into his arms and closing the door behind you. He didn’t set you down until you were in the house, holding you close the entire walk up the driveway and through the front door. He looked at you warily once you were standing, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle.
“What’s going on with you? You never act like that.” James’ words stung a little, bruising your already weak confidence. Wincing, you wrung your hands, the pit in your stomach growing.
“I just…” You started but trailed off. “I’m sorry.”
You deflated, your shoulders falling and your head hanging. James walked over, taking your hands in his. He ran his thumbs over your knuckles, tracing the delicate lines of your fingers.
“No, baby, I’m not mad, I’m just a little confused. Talk to me sweetheart, what’s going on?” He cupped your jaw, tilting your head until you finally looked up at him. You swallowed, your eyes darting down and back up.
“I just want you.” You mumbled, barely audible but you knew James heard you. He pulled you closer and kissed the top of your head. When he looked back at you again you could see that he wasn’t satisfied with your answer.
“You got me, baby. You always do.” James sighed, “c’mon, lets go sit down and talk.”
He led you over to the couch, sitting you down and pulling you to his side. You buried your head in his chest and took a deep breath, your stomach burning with anxiety.
“No, not like that…” You couldn’t get yourself to finish the sentence, too worried that James would be disgusted by you. James only looked more confused.
“Then like what? Tell me what’s going on.” He grabbed your hands again, holding them in his lap and fidgeting with your fingers.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” You winced saying it, realizing how stupid it sounded out loud. James just nodded.
“Of course, baby. I promise.” He bent down to your level, his blue eyes shimmering with sincerity. It took you a second for you to work up enough courage to open your mouth.
“I don’t want you to be gentle with me anymore.” You blurted. Your stomach sank and you instantly wanted to take it back. James’ brows furrowed and his head tilted.
“What do you mean?”
“Like in bed, y’know? I want you to be rougher,” you paused for a breath, “I don’t want you to hold back anymore. I know what you used to be into, I wanna do that stuff with you.”
“Baby, I… I’ve been trying to be careful with you. I don’t wanna treat you like a groupie or something, you mean so much more to me, you deserve better than that.” He cupped your face and his thumbs dragged over your cheeks. His eyes darted away from yours and quietly he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But I want you to, I want that.” It was mortifying to admit out loud but it was true. You had dreamed about it, him bruising you, leaving you sore and aching for the next day; you wanted it so badly it hurt.
“Why?” There was no judgement or disgust in his tone, only confusion.
“I don’t know, I just do.” It was a cop out but you really didn’t know how to articulate it any better. You weren’t sure where it all came from, maybe it was your shitty dad or your lonely childhood but somewhere along the lines your wires got crossed at for some reason you wanted your boyfriend to be rough with you in bed.
“So you want me to hurt you, to be rough with you?” He said, clarifying. He didn’t look appalled at the thought, just cautious.
“Yeah, more than anything.” It felt like you were cracking your chest open so he could peer inside you, letting him pick you apart for answers.
“You’re sure?”
You could see the gears turning in his head, the way his pupils seemed to grow and his eyes went dark.
“Yes, James, I’m sure.” The words were out of your mouth before he was finished speaking. You were almost shaking with desperation, your belly trembling with wanting.
“And you promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you too much?” James rolled his shoulders, his jaw clenching and unclenching; you could feel the energy coming off him in waves.
“Yes, I promise, Jamie.” You breathed, desperate to have him on you. You were far past embarrassment, your desperation winning out over any other emotion you had.
“You wanna try it now?” He grinned, his teeth all too sharp and white. He looked at you, his eyes hard, staring at you like you were something to conquer. The tent in his jeans made your mouth go dry, your belly clenching at the sight of it.
“Yes, please” You were whining, begging, your heart racing in your chest.
“Then get on your knees.” His voice left no room for argument. You slid off the couch, the hardwood floors cold and harsh under your knees, and crawled in front of him, until you were knelt in between his spread legs. James smiled down at you, all predatory and mean, and ran his fingers through your hair, fisting it and tugging.
“Look at you, all eager. Such a slut, want my dick down your throat so bad you're basically drooling. Who knew that my sweet girl was such a fucking whore.” His words were biting, digging into your brain and making you shudder, it was perfect. You hummed and shuffled closer to him, delighting in the warmth that radiated off him.
James dropped his free hand and flicked open his belt, making quick work of his fly. He shoved down his jeans and briefs just enough so he could pull his cock out, scooting to the edge of the couch so he could hold in over your face. His cock was hard and throbbing in his hand, dripping precum from the tip and coating his knuckles. Slowly, he started jerking himself in front of your face, his hand forming a tight ring around the base of his cock. James groaned softly, his eyes darting between your face and where your dress dipped down to show the top of your cleavage.
“That’s it baby, just keep looking pretty for me.” He grunted. Your eyes stung with tears at how tight he was gripping your hair, the ache radiating through your head.
“James, please, want it so bad.” You breathed, your chest heaving.
“Then c’mon, suck it like the slut you are.” James gripped your jaw, pressing down until it ached and you opened it. With his other hand he guided his cock into your mouth, shoving it past your lips and down your throat in one go. You convulsed around him, your back arching as you retched but he didn’t pull out, instead he just held you there until you went still again.
“Tap my leg,” his voice broke off when you gagged around him again, “if you want me to stop.”
You nodded the best you could with his dick down your throat. He dragged you off him by your hair and thrusted his cock against your tongue, rubbing the head of it against the inside of your cheek. With no warning he pulled you back down on him again, holding you and thrusting shallowly into your mouth. Your throat spasmed around him. Your jaw ached already. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mixing with your spit and dripping down your throat, soaking the neckline of your dress. James slid his thumb through them, smearing them, and made a mess of your face.
“God, you look so good like this, should’ve done this sooner.” He moved your hair off your face and traced his thumb over the line of your cheek bone. You hummed in agreement, doing your best to at least try and suck him off. He didn’t let you try for very long though, and went back to ramming his cock down your throat. You choked around him, spit bubbling up from the corners of your mouth. James laughed.
“That’s it baby, just fucking take it. This is all you’re good for, just my little slut.” He tapped your face lightly. You dug your nails into his thighs, trying to relax your throat and swallow around him. James smoothed his hand over your head, knotting his fingers in your hair and pressing you down harder on his cock. The ache in your throat forced a muffled sob out of you, your skin feeling bruised from the inside out. Desire burnt white hot in your core, your hips twitching with each thrust from James. Your scalp burnt where his fingers tugged your hair, the thin skin raw and stinging. You gave up to actually blow him and instead just forced yourself to go limp and take what he gave you.
“Good girl, that's it. Look at you, letting me use you like the whore you are.” James’ brows were knitted together, his lips bitten red-raw. He was panting, his cheeks tinged pink and his eyes glassy. He ran his hand over your face and rubbed the spot where the head of his cock poked through your cheek. He let out a hiss, his hip jerking forward, and you gagged on him. Heat surged in your chest, your core aching and empty.
A hand dropped to your lap and you hiked the skirt of your dress up. You keened around James’ cock when you pressed two fingers to the gusset of your soaked panties. The bolt of pleasure almost hurt it was so strong, your body torn between jerking into or away from the stimulation. You pressed harder, fingers finding your clit through the slick mess and rubbing. A garbled whine left your mouth, tears running hot and fast down your cheeks. You needed more, you needed James so deep in your throat that you couldn’t breathe. You needed him to take your air, to occupy your vision, to fill your senses with him. You wanted to choke on him, would’ve been happy to do it. Shivers wracked your body at the top and your pussy fluttered, clenching around nothing. The need to fill yourself burned and you trembled, your hand shaking between your thighs. It was obscene, the sound your fingers made when pressed against your ruined underwear. James’ cock twitched in his mouth at the sight of you, a low grunt leaving his lips.
“Are you getting off to this? Dirty fucking girl, touching yourself to me fucking your face, stupid fucking slut.” He laced his fingers through your hair again, pulling and pulling until you slid off his cock. He tapped the tip on your mouth, thrusting it over the seam of your lips. Spit smeared over your chin and across your face, your skin glistening. He rubbed his cock against your cheek, grinding against you.
“You dumb bitch, fucking moaning on my cock. Only a slut would like this shit, no fucking better than the groupies I fuck and dump.” He guided his cock back into your mouth, the slicked skin gliding over your tongue. James groaned when you hollowed your cheeks, his hips staying still. “Fuck, that’s it baby, good fucking girl. Knew you could do something right.”
He started moving you again, thrusting into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock until your nose was buried in the coarse hairs at the base of it. Your shoulders shook for the force of your gag, a gurgled sob working its way up your throat. You hurt, your jaw and your neck, your abdomen from retching. Another sob wracked your body, your chest heaving. James’ cock battered the back of your throat, sliding down past your gag reflux and choking you. James pulled you off again, laying your head to rest on one of his thighs, the hairs there tickling your cheek.
“You okay, baby?” He whispered, his cock twitching and dripping just inches from your face. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, only a little whine that crackled. You cleared your throat and tried again.
“Yeah,” you croaked, “please don’t stop.”
It hurt to speak, to breathe, but in the best way. You took in a deep breath, savoring the screaming sting of your raw throat. James smiled down at you, softer this time and petted your hair.
“‘M not gonna last much longer.” He tapped the head of his cock against your lips. You parted them, letting him push back in. Salt filled your senses, his cock leaking down your throat, filling you with his precum. Through his shirt you could see his belly trembling, he was close. You did your best to relax, to let him use you, like a fleshlight, your mind supplied. He grunted, low and deep, and you could feel it vibrate through his body. His hips twitched, his thrusts stuttering, losing their rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, fuck, my slut, gonna ruin you, just like you want. Oh fuck.” He forced himself as deep as he could go and then he was cumming down your throat with a groan, his body spasming around you. “C’mon, be a good cumdump and swallow it all.”
Your face burned at his words but you swallowed anyway, pulling off his softening cock and sticking your tongue out to show him. James patted your cheek when you were done and the silent praise sent a rush to your head. He took a moment and caught his breath, his hands still trembling where they rested on your head.
“Up.” He didn’t give you a chance to stand by yourself and hauled you up by your hair, dragging you to the edge of the couch and shoving you over the arm rest. It dug into your sensitive stomach, the upholstery doing little to cushion the blow.
“James,” you gasped, hard wood and leather digging into your gut. He shoved you down with a forearm braced across your lower back, his elbow biting into the ridge of your spine. When you stopped wiggling he lifted off you, finally letting you get a good breath of air through your swollen throat.
“It’s my turn now.” And then he was pulling your dress up, wriggling a hand under you to pull it up over your head. Your bra went next, the hooks undone in a single deft move of his fingers, tossed somewhere on the floor, long forgotten. He kissed along the divots of your spine, down from where your shoulder blades spiked your skin, down, down, down, to where your hips met and your panties sat arched over the globes of your ass. His lips pressed to the flat of your tail bone, barely more than a whisper, a tickle, before he pulled back.
The rustle of air was the only warning you got before his palm was coming down hard over your ass, the blow burning and radiating through your body. You screamed, at least you thought you did, the rush of blood in your ears had rendered you deaf for a moment. He spanked you again, the cool metal of his rings felt like a brand on your skin. A sick part of you arched back into the pain.
“Harder.” You gasped and tears ran down your face anew. James huffed a laugh and squeezed over his hand print, the bright white raced up your spine.
“So this is what you get off to, huh? Me beating you ass black and blue?” He hit you again, harder this time. “Look at you, ruined your pretty panties I got you, fucking slut. It’s pathetic, y’know, that you're into this. I’m so goddamn lucky.”
The breeze from the ac chilled your inner thighs, cool against the sticky arousal that coated them. James blew on you and a shiver wracked your body when he traced over the seam of your cunt with his thumb. He pressed it into you, only a little, feeling the way you fluttered through the gusset of your panties. That seemed to be all the patience he had left, he tugged your panties down in one swift movement, and left bare in front of him. The broad strip he licked up your pussy had you whining. Your jaw hung wide and your breath came out in little puffs against the couch. James pulled you closer, arched your back more so he could bury his face in you deeper.
He let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through you, and flicked his tongue against your clit. He continued his path up your pussy, lapping up your wetness, sliding his tongue inside of you and moaning at the taste. His hair tickled the backs of your thighs and goosebumps pricked up over your skin. Pleasure pooled in your core, your pussy throbbing and your hips jerking back onto his face.
“Fuck, Jamie, more.” You were reduced to gasps, your head full of cotton and fuzzy from his tongue. James nipped your clit in response, forcing a shriek from you, and pulled you closer, shaking his head against you. His tongue was so hot it hurt, bordering on scalding, branding your skin with his desire. Your belly ached, that good, pounding, ache, the kind where you were so close you could taste it. You bit down on your lip in an attempt to muffle an embarrassingly loud moan; it didn’t work and sacrine, coppery blood filled your mouth. James reached forward, his fingers lacing in your hair, and turned your head, your noises bleeding out into the silent room.
You didn’t have it in you to cover up the pathetic whimper that slipped from your lips as James worked his tongue into you. He opened his jaw wider and his teeth grazed your clit and a bolt of electricity went up your spine. Your leg spasmed, tensed and released, and your knee slammed forward into the couch, another bruise for you to press on later. James’ blunt nails pressed deep red marks into your hips. You begged, prayed for him to break skin.
He pulled back and rested his head on your ass, the sound of his uneven breathing filling the room. His lips danced over your skin in barely there kisses that decorated the backs of your thighs and curve of your ass.
“Should leave a mark,” he breathed, mostly to himself, and his teeth grazed the underside of your ass. He must’ve heard the way your breath caught, had to’ve, because he bore down on you, teeth closing on the meat of your thigh, sharp canines and blunt molars clamping down on flesh. You wanted him to bite off a chunk. Your pussy spasmed at the pain, white hot and blinding. You swore you almost came.
“Agian, more.” It was desperate, needy, pitiful even but James acquiesced trailing his lips up only to chomp down on the curve of your ass. He did it again, and again, and again, hard enough to draw blood in some spots. It’d hurt to sit for days, weeks even, a fucked out grin crossed your face at the thought.
“This what you wanted, baby?”He pulled back again and sat back on his heels to admire his work. You wanted to know, desperately, what it looked like. You wanted to see the indents of his teeth, where it’d be blue and purple and red the next day. You wanted to see the sticky blood that had welled up in ruby red drops where he had bit just a little too hard. And most of all you wanted more.
“Yes, thank you.” You panted, your cheek and the cushion under you wet with drool. The armrest was stained beneath you, coated in your arousal and his spit. It pressed into your stomach, the thin cushion doing little to protect your hip bones. James pressed you down harder then traced over a bite mark with his thumb.
“Listen to you, stupid fucking girl thanking me for making you bleed.” He placed another kiss to your tail bone and then his mouth was back on you again, his tongue delving into your cunt. His hands wrapped around your hips and he yanked you backwards, pulling you flush with his face. That familiar coil built and built and built in your core, the wires between pleasure and pain getting crossed and mixing together when James curled his tongue in you at the same time as he pressed down on your bruises. He did it again and again, fucking you with his tongue while he squeezed your battered skin.
“Jamie, oh fuck, ‘m gonna cum.”
He groaned at that, dug his nails into your hips, and then your vision was whiting out at the sting, your pussy fluttering around his tongue as you came, shaking and crying. He pulled back, letting you catch your breath for half a second.
That was all he gave you before he shoved two fingers knuckle deep into your still convulsing pussy. You shuddered around him, your pussy clenching down on him. A broken moan ripped from your mouth at the intrusion. You were wet enough that it didn't sting and they slid in easily, filling you just the way you wanted. He crooked them and pressed down hard on your walls, forcing a loud and strangled sound out of your lips.
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, “just shut up and take it, fucking whore.”
It was rough, a little too rough, his fingers thrusted in and out of you hard enough that it felt like he was trying to force himself all the way inside you, into your womb; you would’ve let him if you could. His other hand squeezed your ass, his fingers were pressing purposefully over teeth marks. Your chest ached from how hard you were breathing, shaky exhales the only thing you could get out.
“You’re lucky ‘m even fingering. Should just shove it in, make you take it like the slut you are.” James grunted and scissored his fingers. A twinge went through your hips, a low whimper left your lips at the stretch.
“James.” It was an effort to even get the word out, your tears made your throat sticky and thick. He laughed at the broken way you called out his name, at the way you gasped and whined and whimpered, unable to finish a simple word.
“Thought you said you wanted it rough, hmm? Is this too much for you, baby? You gonna bitch out?” The patronizing tone in his voice did something to you, you were ashamed to admit, and you slammed your mouth shut, trying to shut up and take it, prove that you could be good for him. James caught on and rammed his fingers into you harder, like it was his personal mission to make you scream.
“No, Jamie, feels so good.” You panted, your tears falling so hard that you just had to close your eyes.
“Yeah, I know it does. Moaning like your in fucking heat or somethin’.” He crooked his fingers and rubbed them harshly. “And look at you, dripping fucking everywhere. It’s fucking pathetic that your into this shit. What a fucking slut.”
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up your inner thigh, the wet heat of it sent a shiver up your spine. He pulled back, nipped at the backside of your knee, and then brought the flat of his hand down again on your ass.
“Oh fuck.” You dug your nails into the couch and pushed up on your toes in an attempt to roll your hips back onto his hand. “Jamie, more.”
“Fucking insatiable.” He traced over your entrance with a third finger, coated it in your wetness then shoved it in to the hilt. “Basically sucking me in at this point. This is what you needed, huh? Just needed me to fill you up, slap you around?”
“Yeah, mhm.” You slurred and a wave of heat rolled through your body when he started thrusting his fingers. You jerked when James spat on you, right where you were stretched around him, only adding to the already embarrassing wetness in between your thighs. He stilled his fingers and dragged his thumb through the mess, then slid it up and circled your other hole.
“What about here, hmm? D’you let me fuck your pretty ass?”
It took your breath away but you nodded all the same, desperate to please. James huffed, whether in disbelief or excitement you couldn’t tell. He twisted his fingers then spread them, his free hand gripping your ass hard enough that you could feel it in your bones. The brutal slide of his fingers inside of you had you unraveling, the sensation on this side of too much.
“‘Ve been trying to be good to you, y’know?” The sounds that came from between your thighs were utterly obscene and almost drowned out his words. “Treat you like a lady and all that shit. Who fuckin’ knew I was dating a goddamn whore. What happened, your dad fucked up and now you’re into this shit?”
He picked up the pace, his other hand reached under you and fingers circled your clit, instantly finding the rhythm that had your knees go weak.
“Only for you, Jamie, only with you.”
He kissed your spine for that, laid his cheek on your back while ramming his fingers into you hard enough you screamed.
“Damn fucking right, your my slut. Never gonna let you go, baby.” James murmured into your skin and you shuddered, clamping down on him one last time before you went limp, pleasure rushing through your veins.
He ripped his fingers from you while you were still shaking, then pushed to his feet. His shirt hit the floor with a muted thud, followed by his shoes and jeans, all kicked to the side so he could step closer to you. He dragged his palm over your cunt and brought his hand to his cock, coating himself with your juices. It made your breath catch when you looked over your shoulder, the way he stroked his cock, his eyes hard and heavy while he stared at you. He was hard, painfully so, hard enough that you wouldn’t have guessed that he had just cum down your throat ten minutes ago. James crowded you against the couch, slid a hand under you and flipped you. He pushed you back and back and back so he could climb over the arm rest and in between your thighs. He looked down, his gaze fixated on your dripping cunt. Anticipation coiled in your gut and you whined, desperate to have him in you.
“Jamie, c’mon.” You reached out but he caught your wrists, pinning them to the cushion above your head.
“Use your fucking words, slut. Tell me what you want.” He squeezed your wrists, the bones aching in his grip. You thrashed a bit, just to make him squeeze tighter, and whimpered.
“Fuck me, please.” You arched your back and rolled your hips down, trying to notch his cock on your entrance. James held you down, his free hand was pressing on your lower stomach, and forced you down on the couch.
“Beg for it.” He tapped the head of his cock against your clit. It sent a shiver up your spine, the way he was teasing you.
“Please, please, pleaseplease…” Your words bled into a scream when James pressed into you and buried himself all the way in one go. Your body clamped down around him as you whined at the stretch. It ached, too much all at once, a burning stretch that had you whimpering. You locked up around him, your body’s way of protesting the sudden intrusion. James didn’t give you time to adjust and started a brutal pace that had you gasping for air with each thrust. Sparks danced behind your eyelids and your hands clenched and unclenched by your side, nails digging into your palm in order to ground yourself.
“This’s what you needed, huh? To be fucked like the whore you are?” James growled, pounding into you. You shuddered and nodded, doing your best to bite back the moans that were threatening to slip out. Heat flashed through your body with every press of his cock into you. The noises coming from between your thighs were embarrassingly wet, rising over the sounds of your whines.
“Need it so bad, James.”
His fingers grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your sides hard enough that your ribs felt close to snapping. Every thrust stung a little, your pussy still sore from cumming twice, it ached and stung and was a little too much but you loved it. James laughed at you, grinning like a maniac while watching his cock ram into you. The couch squeaked under you, the frame rocking and groaning with each thrust. You did your best to roll your hips down and meet him but he held you down, forcing you still.
“Uh uh, just take it. Toys don’t move.” James swatted at your hip and you winced at the bite of his hand.
“But James-”
“Toys don’t talk either,” He hiked your legs over his shoulders and pressed forward, folding you in half. “And that’s what you are, right? Just a goddamn fleshlight.”
You nodded, hard enough that your head thudded against the cushions, and James rewarded you by angling his hips, hitting that spot in your that had stars dancing across your vision. James adjusted your legs again, sliding deeper into you. You weaved your fingers in his hair and tugged him closer, slamming your lips against his. He groaned into the kiss, lapping into your mouth and nipping your bottom lip. He pulled back and your lips tingled, kiss-swollen and red from his mouth. James slid his hands to your hips, gripping squeezing until you whined. It was maddening, the way he knew your body better than you, knew exactly where to touch and hold and press to make you whine.
“Should’ve told me earlier baby,” James panted, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair off your tear soaked face. “Could’ve been fucking you like you wanted the entire time. Don’t worry, we’ll make up for it. Gonna keep you bent over and ready, gonna use you like you need.”
Your lips parted in a non-verbal plea and your eyes slammed shut, the only noise you were able to get out a pathetic little sob.
“You crying from my cock? Am I just that good?” James shook you a bit, huffing when all you could do was stare at him blankly. “Thought you said you could take it.”
You were too far gone to notice the teasing lilt to his voice and you whined, shaking your head.
“Can, I can. Love it so much Jamie.” Every inch of you felt like it was on fire, your muscles tight and tense, your whole body desperate for release. He rutted into you harder at that, smiling at your state.
“Look so pretty like this, all dumb on my cock. It’s what you were made for, just a hole for me to use.”
His words sent a bolt of heat through you and your pussy fluttered around him, pulling a groan from him. You dug your heels into his shoulder blades, spurring him on, trying to get him to go harder.
“Jamie, please. I need-” A particularly rough thrust had you choking on your words, your voice breaking and rising into a squeal. James grinned and did it again, forcing another broken moan from your lips.
“Please what? Slut like you needs to use her words to get what she wants. I already told you this.”
“Need more, please. Hurt me.” It was embarrassing and degrading but you were too far gone to care. James stilled for a second and caught his breath, his shoulders rising and falling in uneven movements. He rolled his hips back, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, and sat with only the head inside of you. Holding your hips in a vice grip he rammed himself back into you, burying himself in one brutal thrust. It forced a sob out of your chest, your eyes rolling backing your head and slamming shut while you tried your best to keep breathing.
“Oh my God, oh my God. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whined in choked out moans. James kept the same rough pace, fucking you up the couch, the whole thing shaking with the force of his thrusts. He was thick inside of you, too thick, the girth of him abusing your soft walls. Pleasure coursed through your body, your belly tight, the tension there building and building. James didn’t seem much better than you, his eyes were glazed and shiny, unfocused while he stared at your tits. His hand came down and he took one of your nipples between his fingers, pulling on the sensitive bud until you screamed.
“Thought I told you to shut your fucking mouth. Good for nothing slut, can’t even fucking follow directions.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could get anything out his hand came down in an arch, his palm landing across your cheek. It stung and burned, your pussy clenching around him at the pain.
“Shut up, just shut the fuck up. Do I have to fucking gag you?” James grabbed your head, his hand cupping your cheeks, and shook you. You kept your mouth shut, your moans bleeding through your clamped lips.
“You want our neighbors to hear, is that it? You want them to hear how much of a slut you are, how good I fuck you?” He drove his hips into you, angling them so you’d scream. Your face burned at the thought but you couldn’t force yourself to stay quiet. Every part of you was sore and throbbing but you still beg for more, bucking your hips against James in a silent plea.
“Fine, you don’t wanna shut up, I’ll do it for you.” James wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed, stealing the air from your lungs. He squeezed until your head went fuzzy and your lips grew numb, only letting go when your eyes were unfocused.
“Don’t stop,” you whispered, holding onto his wrist and tugging him down.
“This is what you wanted, huh? My hands around your throat, want me to hurt you? I could do it, y’know? Could just squeeze and squeeze until you go limp, could snap it like it's nothing, bet you wouldn’t even try to stop me, bet you love every second of it.” He tightened his fingers, harder this time, and you arched your neck into his grip.
“Jamie, please,” you croaked. “Harder.”
“What about a knife, hmm? Would you let me fuck you with a knife to your pretty throat? Yeah, you would, you’d let me do anything.” James looked down at you, his gaze unwavering. His hips stuttered at the thought.
“Whatever you want, please, I need…”
James let go of your neck and grab your jaw, squeezing it until you opened your lips. He spat into your open mouth, his salvia trailing down your tongue and into your throat as you swallowed it. He leaned down and dragged his tongue over your cheek, licking up your tears and moaning at the taste. The ache in your belly had gotten to be too much and you whimpered, teetering on the edge.
“Oh my God, Jamie, please. Love you, love you so much. Fuck…” You whined, ready to dissolve at any second. James' face softened and he cradled your head, pulling you to his chest.
“That’s it baby, almost done. I know you're close, just a little bit longer for me. Can you do that?”
You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He sped his hips up and you shuddered as you fluttered around him.
“There you, just let go, sweetie, I got you.”
Warmth washed over you in waves, your body tensing and then going limp as your mind went blank. James wasn’t far off, his thrusts faltering and losing their rhythm as he groaned. His cock twitched and then he was moaning, filling you to the brim with his cum. You shook, trembled, while you came back down to earth. You ached, everywhere, a sharp throbbing spreading through your limbs till it was all you could feel. Your ass and thighs were the worst of it, every beat of your heart had it feeling like your skin was on fire. It only got worse when James pulled out, your pussy sore, the cold air stinging your inner thighs. James picked you up, cradling you to his chest and trying his best to avoid where purple bruises were already blooming under your skin. You let out a light whimper at the movement.
“Shh it's okay, I got you. ‘M just gonna take you to bed baby.” James cradled you, holding you close, and made the short walk from the den to your bedroom as gentle as possible. He set you down on the bed and wrapped a blanket around you. He turned to walk away but you gripped his wrist, panic seizing your heart.
“Don’t leave me, please.” In your state you couldn't put it together that he was coming back, not when all you needed was someone to hold you, to keep you safe.
“‘M gonna go get you some water and pills, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.” He kissed your head and pulled back the covers, motioning for you to slide under them. Exhaustion won out and the second he was out of the room you curled onto your side. You were safe, you told yourself, James wasn’t leaving you, he’d be-
You perked up at the sound of his footsteps, sitting slowly when he walked back into the room. He padded over, giving you your pills and water, putting the glass on the bedside table when you were done. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close while your heartbeat slowed. His fingers traced senseless patterns into your skin, the slow movements lulling you to sleep.