She hugged herself and rubbed her arms, as if to ward off some invisible chill. “And the stupid thing is, I didn’t even like you that much. I mean yeah, you were good in bed. But you barely spoke English, and your apartment was so crappy. I tried to pretend like everything was okay, but then that heat wave hit, and it was like, ‘What am I doing? My dad’s not that bad.’ So I left you. I tried to let you down easy—“
He stopped her right there, and unbelted his robe. “Drummond,” he said.
She came out of her story with a confused look, her eyes traveling downward to his straining erection. “What?”
“That is the safe word. If I hurt you, say ‘Drummond.’”
* * * *
That was all the warning Eva got before she found herself pushed face-first into the nearest wall with Alexei’s naked weight crushing her from behind.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
The weight of his body pressing against hers let up, but only a little bit. He pulled the tunic dress up over her head and flung it aside, before undoing the back clasp of her bra and whipping it to the floor as well. He used his strong, hard body to re-pin her against the wall, manacling her wrists above her head with one hand and using the other to rub her mound in slow, hard, punishing circles. To her great embarrassment, Eva felt her pussy start to drip from his first touch.
“Go on, finish your story,” he said in her ear, employing his middle finger to rub her own juices over her clit. “You used me to get back at your father. It was all a game to you.”
“Yes,” she said, so turned on she could barely think straight enough to speak. “I mean, it was grad school. It was fun to pretend to be in love for a while, but then when that heat wave hit, things got too real. The sex was great, but I just wanted my own place back with air conditioning and a full kitchen. I was so sick of cooking on a hot plate—”
She cried out when he removed his hand from her pussy and rammed into her from behind with brutal force, filling her with his thickness, but not allowing her enough room to move as he started rocking into her, bent at the knees, so her body jerked up and her pussy and pebbled nipples rubbed against the smooth wall with every thrust.
Immediately it was too much, stuck between a wall and Alexei’s extremely hard place. Before she was ready, she felt herself begin to orgasm. “Please, stop,” she panted, “If you don’t, I’m going to…”
“You are going to come,” he said, still fucking her from behind. “You dumped me for not being rich enough, and now you will come on my cock, spreading your pussy juice all over my hotel wall. You are creaming so much, I will have to call someone in to clean the wallpaper before we rent it out to the next guest. That is how hard you are about to come.”
And he was right. She felt a gush of liquid issuing from her pussy before the orgasm took her over, temporarily blinding her so she could only see stars. She screamed. The pleasure was too intense. She didn’t think she could take any more without passing out.
But then he suddenly pulled out and turned her around to face him. He kissed her, biting her lip hard enough to bring her out of her post-coital daze. “No, stay with me,” he said. “I want you to finish the story.”
* * * *
He was out of control. Somewhere in the back of his head, Alexei realized he was acting like a wild animal instead of the dispassionate businessman he had trained himself to become. But he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t leave her alone, but also couldn’t come no matter how much his balls strained for release, because he was so unbelievably out-of-control angry at the woman who had just admitted what he thought of as his one great love was nothing more than a rebellion that went too far.
“That last week,” he heard himself asking her. “I thought you were happy. It was hot, but you kept on finding excuses to have sex with me.”
She looked at him with eyes that held both embarrassment and pity. “Yeah, I got my transfer acceptance to Arlington and my student loan money came through. That meant I could transfer to finish up my degree at UTA, which was cheaper than UTD, and I’d have enough money to get my own apartment with a real stove and an air conditioning unit that worked.”
And before he knew it, he was in her again, rutting like an animal, taking her without regard or permission, lost in a haze of memory. He had been so confused, so desperate to get her back, and she had been all too glad to be rid of him.
She clung to him now, her legs wrapped around his waist, panting as she continued on with her confession. “I would have just broken up with you, but I could already tell that was going to be hard. I mean an American guy would have taken it on the chin, but you were way more into me than I was into you, and I didn’t want there to be a scene. That’s not how I was raised, but I could tell you were the kind of guy who wouldn’t just let me quietly dump you.”
She was right. If she had tried to break-up with him in person, he would have begged for her to stay with him. He would have yelled, he would have desperately bargained with her to change her mind, might have even cried. He would have done whatever it took to keep her there, he had been so in love with her, and he’d believed what they had was real. Back then, it would have been hard to convince him otherwise.
He drilled into her hot wet tunnel, his balls tight and begging for release, but he couldn’t. His entire body had gone rigid with the need to come, but he couldn’t, even as Eva’s eyes rolled away again. “Oh, I can’t…please…you have to stop…or I’m going to come again!”
He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. He drove himself into her with furious thrusts, until he felt her pussy clenching around his dick, uncontrollably milking it. She cried, “Don’t! Don’t! Please don’t!” over and over again before coming a second time with a full body shudder.
His balls tingled as a second wave of her juices washed over his dick. He wanted, needed to join her. It felt like he was going insane, like he either needed to climax or risk a complete mental breakdown.
But his body had a mind of its own. He swung her away from the wall, still embedded inside of her, and settled her beneath him on the carpeted floor. And though he felt beyond weary at that point, he hooked her legs around his waist. “Tell me about the morning before you left. Tell me exactly what happened from your point of view,” he said, his voice rough with anger and sadness.
But she shook her head, visibly tired, her face and torso shimmering with sweat. “No more. I can’t take this anymore.” But she didn’t say the safe word. In fact, she started moving underneath him again. “Why can’t I stop? I dumped you, but I can’t stop myself from wanting you right now.”