I didn't care how this looked anymore. All I knew was I needed to be touched and I was going to get him to do it.
"Dammit," he hissed when he saw me, now completely naked.
My eyes shot down to his dick, hard and poking out from behind the towel. I licked my lips.
"We talked about this, Stace," he said, slamming the door shut behind him, before turning his back on me once more.
"Let's talk about it again," I said, climbing off the bed. "You know what the problem with 'getting past this' is? You can barely look at me, much less talk to me Scott," I said, walking towards the door, where he stood, rooted to the spot.
"You're one to talk. You freak out every time I'm near you. You can't handle me touching your shoulder, then you cling to me for dear life in bed. I'm confused as fuck," he said, turning around to face me.
"Well I'm not. I'm fucking horny, Scott," I said, taking his hands and putting them on my breasts, before trailing a finger down his body and parting the towel to grab his dick.
His fingers squeezed my breasts reflexively.
"Shit," he cursed, but his hands stayed put.
"I can't pay attention. I can't read. I can't do anything but obsess over your dick being inside me. I need to be fucked so badly and I need it to be you that does it."
"Hell, Stace," he said, breathing hard, as I dropped to my knees.
He watched me intently as I pulled the towel apart and let it drop.
"I thought you were mad at me," he said, his head falling back against the door as I licked the tip of his dick.
"I will be if you don't fuck me silly," I said, feeding inch after inch into my mouth.
He stood there helplessly, watching me suck his dick.
"This is such a bad idea," he said, but he was already wrapping my hair around his fingers and turning it into a fist. "Shit that feels so good though," he said, guiding my head up and down his shaft.
This was not the Scott who took me to bed just a few days ago. He was rough and demanding, taking an active role in fucking my face.
"Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on anything when I see you everywhere?" he almost yelled at me, holding my head in place as he forced his dick down my throat. "I think about how I should have fucked you while you were on your hands and knees. That's why we barely talk, Stacy. I think about shoving my dick deep into your pussy and fucking you like a ragdoll. Is that what you want me to say?"
Without warning, he yanked me off his dick, pulled me to my feet and forced me face first up against the door.
"Didn't know you had that in you, Scottie," I said, both surprised and aroused despite my jaw hurting.
I tried to turn around when he let go. He sensed movement, gripped the back of my neck and forced me back against the door.
"Stay. Speaking of people having things in them," he whispered, feeding my pussy his dick. "Scream and I'll stop."
I bit down on my lip so hard as he bottomed out that I tasted blood, but not so much as a whimper came out of me. He lifted my leg up, his other hand still on my neck, holding me in place, then pulled out and slammed back into me. Then he did it again and again, until I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Scott," I choked out, pushing back against the door to brace myself.
I felt his hand on my neck ease up, but the force of his thrusts kept rocking my entire body, to the point where I wondered if the door would hold.
"Yes, Stacy," he groaned into my ear.
I tilted my head over my shoulder and he kissed me, hard and demanding as everything else he was doing to me.
"What do you want, baby?" he asked so sweetly, I almost didn't see the next thrust, forcing me onto my toes, coming.
"Harder," I whispered, drowning in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"What was that, you brat?" he asked, using all of his weight for the next few thrusts.
"Dear God," I moaned, delirious as climax snuck up on me and overwhelmed every cell in my body.
I shook so violently that I was weak in the knees. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding onto me, keeping me in place. Thinking of my pleasure as he slowed down to let me enjoy what was happening. Somehow in a situation like this, he was still thinking of me first.
Scottie, what am I going to do with all these crazy feelings you're leaving me with as you fuck me up against your bedroom door?
"Never, ever let me hear your moaning all the way out into the living room again," he said with a growl, slipping out of me and turning me around to face him.
Only to lift me up and slam my back against the door.
"Understand?" he said, lowering me down onto his dick.
We each let out a satisfied moan as he reentered my pussy.
"He's not deaf, Scott. If you think I was loud without you inside me—"
He forced himself deep into me, the weight of him pinning me in place, eliciting a moan from me, loud enough to prove my point.
"Then learn to be quiet," he said with a cheeky grin, working us back into a rhythm.
Having him take me from behind like that was fucking hot, but damn if I hadn't missed his dimples. Those warm brown eyes that made my heart melt even as I got fucked. And of course his lips on mine.
As if reading my mind, his mouth descended on my lips.
"Don't make me have to get you a gag," he said, and we shared a giggle.
Just when I thought my horny brain had receded and these pesky feelings I clearly had for him took center stage, I felt my second orgasm rip through my body along with his. There was something so intimate about giving out at the same time. He turned around and lowered us down to the floor, his body hovering over mine, his dick still inside me.
"I'll try," I said, playing with his wet curls. "But you have to move back into the room," I said, hoping I didn't sound too much like a needy girlfriend.
I had seen Scott dump plenty of girls for far less and we weren't even in a relationship. Honestly, I had no idea what this was. After hopping on his dick twice without so much as a date, I was too terrified to ask.
"I don't suppose there's much point in not coming back now, is there?" he said, kissing me like this was what friends do.
But what could I do? I was completely at the mercy of our yesterdays and everything he had come to mean to me.
"No," I said, hoping
against hope that we weren't fucking things up even more as my tongue slid back into his mouth.