By the second sex scene where the couple fucks roughly in a bathroom stall, I’d managed to successfully cover myself. Thank God, because listening to the moans coming from the television reminded me of Ana’s moans.
I’d done my best to not think about what had happened between us and focus on our friendship, but she was the only girl I’d experienced my true self with. I only kind of hated to admit that I jacked off to memories of her. They were a million times better than any fantasies I could’ve concocted around some faceless woman.
The third sex scene came too close to the second and I was reaching my breaking point. Ana’s heavy breathing was hard to ignore. It taunted me, mixing with the grunts coming through the speakers.
“Say you want me to fuck you,” the man said as he ripped down the woman’s pants. “Say it.”
The woman fought him off halfheartedly, but gave in. Glancing over at Ana, I caught her licking her lips and rolling her hips. It took all I had to fight back the rumbling moan trying to escape my chest just imagining what she felt and how I wanted to feel it too.
Her heaving chest drew my eyes, and watching her pant as she took the scene in, I was fucking done.
Done pretending I wasn’t hard as a rock under the pillow.
Done pretending she wasn’t turned on by the same thing I was.
Done pretending we didn’t want to do it again.
My heart pounded in my chest as I decided to take a huge risk. If it failed, I could blame it on all the blood collecting in my dick. But if it worked, then that was all that mattered.
Swallowing my nerves, I scooted closer and leaned into Ana. Her whole body stiffened at my nearness, and she seemed to stop breathing. Using my right hand, I brushed her hair from her neck, enjoying the rippling shiver that shook her body, and whispered in her ear, “Fight me.”
Her head jerked so fast to look at me, her hair whipped across my cheek. Her wide eyes, filled with desire, flicked to mine, then dropped to my lips.
“Wh-what?”
I waited for her to look back up into my eyes to help convey what I wanted and repeated my command. “Fight. Me.”
I let the words sink in, drowning in her wide eyes. A small nod was all I got from her. It was all I needed. I pressed my lips to hers hard taking what I’d denied I’d wanted for too long. It took less than ten seconds before she caught on and started shoving. Her fists slammed into my chest trying to push me back, but I easily captured them, and shoving her back on the couch, I pinned them down. Just like in the movie, she fought me even though she wanted me. And just like in the movie, I dominated her and took what I wanted.
Wedging my way between her thighs, I spread her legs and pressed myself roughly against her core, moaning my desire into her parted lips. Her legs were wild at my sides trying to gain purchase to fight me off, but it was useless. I was bigger and stronger and the power roared through my body, setting me on fire. Gripping her small wrists in one hand, I used my other to yank off her leggings. When I got to her panties, I wasted no time and ripped them off her body. Her whimper reached into my chest and squeezed my lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Working my own pants off became almost impossible when every movement of my hand brought it up against the wet heat pouring from between her legs. She jerked every time I brushed against her pussy and at one point dislodged my mouth from hers. When I went back in she bit at my lips and nipped at my tongue. Each sharp bite pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
When I was able to shove my jeans below my hips and free my dick, I nipped hard at her lips and leaned down to deliver a harsh bite to the nipple peaked against her t-shirt and thin bra.
“Ow,” she gasped out. I looked up to check on her but stopped when she lifted her hips and connected her core to my bare dick, using her slick juices to slide up and down my cock. Stars burst before my eyes and I needed to regain control of the situation. I needed to teach her a lesson. I was going to fuck her into a whimpering mess.
Letting go of her wrists, I sat back on my haunches and gripped her hips, flipping her over unceremoniously. When Ana’s round apple ass presented itself before me, I reached my hands over each cheek and squeezed. My dark hands against her pale, untouched skin gave me an idea. I pulled one hand back and brought it down on a heavy blow. I’d never spanked anyone before, but I sure as hell wanted to. I didn’t question every move like I did the first time I’d let loose on Ana. I gave in to the monster inside me and didn’t hesitate.