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The night was hotter than hell and more humid than the Amazon. Even inside the air-conditioned bar, they were suffering from the Georgian summer. The guys wiped their foreheads with handkerchiefs that hung like colorful flags from their back pockets, and the girls glistened like strippers on the pole.
Y/N couldn't help but notice how much Lori was glowing, nor how invested Shane seemed to be in watching the sweat drip down her tiny, delicate throat. He was near to staring, practically drooling as the moisture beaded on her decolletage and slid between her cleavage. Her green tank top was thin and silken, leaving little to the imagination, especially when damp.
For a moment, Y/N hated her. Sure, they were close, but seeing her boyfriend transfixed by Lori's big eyes and milky skin drove Y/N just a little bit crazy. The way Lori seemed to throw an extra smile his way now and then made her want to scream.
Feeling neglected and wronged, Y/N slumped down in her chair, issuing a heavy sigh that was lost to the noisy bar.
Rick noticed her sullen attitude and bent his lips her way. “Not havin’ any fun tonight?”
His whisper was discreet and not at all dangerous. He was sweet and loyal; nothing like Shane.
“Depends on what you mean by fun,” she replied, eyes stuck on Shane who was stuck on Lori.
Rick followed her gaze and laughed under his breath. “Ah, don't read too much into it. They're just relaxin’.”
“Relaxin’ their morals maybe,” she snapped back.
Beer in hand, Rick sat back and crossed his arms. He tapped the brown bottle with his wedding ring as he observed the flirting duo across the table. Shane was gradually moving closer to Lori and her cheeks blushed brighter by the second.
Y/N cocked a brow and snatched her beer from the table. “Ya see? Flirting right in front of us like we ain't even here.”
He nodded but was far from concerned. “Trust me,” he whispered with a laugh, “Those two? Would never happen.”
Y/N frowned and shook her head. “I still don't like it.”
Finally noticing the daggers being forced into his neck, Shane looked over at Y/N and narrowed his eyes at her.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Y/N sucked her teeth. “Nothin’.”
His jaw twitched. His eyes darkened, annoyed by her attitude. Staring, he tipped his bottle back and drained the rest of his beer.
A fight was brewing between them like a thunderstorm storm. It prickled like sparks of electricity on the backs of their necks and Y/N knew that later there would be hell to pay.
Shane slammed the apartment door behind him and the little brass chain clinked violently against the wood.
Already through the door and into the living area, Y/N tossed her purse onto the worn old brown sofa and huffed loudly.
“What the hell’s with the attitude tonight?” he asked, practically spitting fire across the room.
Y/N clicked her tongue and crossed her arms, refusing to turn to face him. “I guess you wouldn’t know, would you? Had your head so far up Lori’s snatch you couldn’t hardly breathe.”
A sharp intake of breath. “Excuse me?”
Y/N could practically feel the room getting warmer as his blood pressure rose.
“You heard me,” she snapped, finally turning around. Her heels spun on the dull hardwood floor; her hair fell across her shoulders like a veil. Her lips were pink and puckered; painted eyes seething with annoyance and invitation. “Could barely keep your eyes off her. I’m surprised Rick didn’t drag you outside and kick your ass.”
Shane took in a breath that made his entire form grow. His shoulders rose and his chest expanded. His muscles flooded with oxygen and anger. “Rick’s my friend,” he said slowly, tilting his head to meet her daring gaze. “And Lori…” He took a step with each word, punctuating them all like a strike of a gavel. “... Is his wife. You think I’d cross that line?”
Y/N’s mouth fell into a tight line. She shifted on her feet and popped a hip towards him. “Dunno,” she hissed, “didn’t look like you cared too much about marriage vows tonight.”
She cocked a brow and Shane stopped in his tracks. He stood up straight, towering over her like a mountain. He laughed and scrubbed a hand down over the heavy stubble on his cheek.
“What’s so funny?”
Dark eyes dug into her and she shivered. “You’re talkin’ all kinds of crazy right now, Y/N/N.” He huffed out a last laugh and turned, done with her.
Y/N knew she should let it go and keep her mouth shut, but something pushed her to keep going. Something dark and needy inside egged her on, shoving her forward. She clicked her tongue loudly.
“You sure love starin’ at her tits is all I’m sayin’.”
She could almost see the rage snap inside of him. The thin bubble of restraint that kept him in check burst as he looked back over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed and he pushed his tongue between his teeth, wetting his lips.
“Oh.” He turned fully. “You’re jealous.” He took a step.
Y/N swallowed hard. Her face flushed and her limbs twitched at his display of power.
“I’m not jealous,” she fought; a bratty undertone sneaking into her words. “Why would I be jealous of that tramp?”
Shane lifted his chin and stared down at her as he advanced. One step at a time, one breath away from breaking. “You are. You are so fucking jealous.” He came close, an arm’s length away.
“No.”
“You are.” He divided the space between them. “You’re just a needy slut. Wanting all my attention on you.”
Y/N shivered. Her nipples stiffened. She dared to negate him again.
“No.”
He reached across, hand flying to her throat before she could react. He moved like lightning across the distance, closing his thick, calloused fingers around her windpipe. He pressed down enough to make her gasp.
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me ‘no’ again. I know what you want. I always know, don’t I?”
Eyes wide and jaw slack, she stared up at him. His fingers were burning on her skin; her arousal was ringing in her ears.
“Don’t I?” he asked again, pushing forward a step.
Y/N blinked wildly up at him, unable to draw a breath.
Shane’s upper lip twitched as he sneered. “Say it. I always know.”
“You… you always know.” Her eyes fluttered back as he released her throat and grabbed hold of her shoulders.
She hit the wall with a dull thud and the newly found air left her lungs.
“Damn right, I do,” he said, laying himself over her, crushing her body into the wall.
She was pinned between two solid masses, unable to do more than moan and reach for him with searching lips and rolling hips.
He sucked a kiss from her; forced his tongue through her lips. She tried to move, to touch him, but he caught her right hand in his left and slammed it against the plaster. She tried again, but her left hand met the same fate. Both hands clasped in his, Shane held them above her head against the wall. With his free hand, he groped his way down her body, cupping her tits hard and digging his blunt nails into her sides. When she moaned, he silenced her with his biting kiss. When she squirmed, he pushed his body harder against her.
“This what you wanted?” he growled, lips on her ear, fingers sneaking into the band of her tight denim shorts. He brushed the top of her pussy and a cry gurgled in the back of her throat.
She nodded fast. “Yeah.”
He pushed away enough to pop the button and tug her zipper down. All of the pressure was on her wrists as he held himself up against the wall. She could all but feel the bruises that would appear in the morning. She grinned.
“What’re you smilin’ at?” He spat, yanking the fabric down her thighs. “You think you’re gonna get somethin’ good now?”
Again, she nodded. “Yeah.”
Shane set his face in a hard stare, lips parted, lashes practically scraping the tops of his cheeks. He bared his teeth. “You ain’t getting shit.” He shoved his right hand into her panties and grabbed her flesh. “This ain’t for you. This is for me.” He dug a finger between her lips and swiped it up across her clit. “This is so your hole is wet and ready for me to fuck.”
His words went right through her, right to the core of her being. She felt her pulse drop to her cunt and quicken with every stroke of his finger. She arched her back off of the wall and tried to push down on his hand, force him inside, but Shane pulled away as soon as her plan was clear.
“Please…” she whined pitifully once he was gone.
Shane clenched his jaw and struck her face with a clipped slap. He leaned in close, pressing his nose against hers.
“You don’t get to beg.” He grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks between his thumb and middle fingers. Her lips puckered. “You don’t get to ask for anything.” The tip of his index finger, the one coated in her slick, nudged at her mouth. “You don’t get anything I don’t give you.” He jabbed the digit between her lips and she began to suck automatically, licking her own taste from his finger.
She worked in earnest, something inside of her taking over and blanking out her everyday thoughts as she sucked.
Shane approved, loving the way her eyes rolled back and she hummed hungrily as she sucked. Still, he never let the mask drop.
“That’s good,” he whispered. “But you need to do better.”
A line of spit followed his finger as he pulled it from her lips. She stared at him with lust-blown eyes and sighed as he let go of her wrists. Relief was brief, however, and he pushed a hand through her hair, tugging hard. She moved where he wanted her, pulling her body off of the wall and directing her to hit the floor.
Her knees would be as bruised as her wrists, but it didn’t matter. She sat back on her heels and opened her mouth, waiting patiently as he opened his belt.
A smirk broke across his face. “Now that’s a pretty sight. My girl on her knees just waitin’ for my fat cock.”
Drool spilled onto her chin. Wetness dripped into her panties.
He dropped his jeans, letting them catch on the top of his boots. Two strokes and he was fully hard. He pinched the base and took a step closer. He wiped her lips with the tip of his cock, back and forth, teasing her. She whimpered. He laughed under his breath, dark and amused.
“Go on,” he ordered, “suck.”
Y/N rocked forward and took him into her mouth. She lifted her tongue to massage his velvety skin and let the saliva collect around him. She took a breath, pulling with her mouth, and he moaned loudly.
“There… yeah.”
His hand found her hair again and Shane gave it a good pull. Sparks of pain webbed across her scalp and she swallowed hard, pulling him in even deeper. She hummed and sealed her lips tight.
“Fuck.”
He bucked his hips and she gagged on him, nearly retching as his thick shaft slid across her tongue like a snake.
“You take my cock so good…”
With his giant hand locked around her head, Shane held her in place and started fucking her throat. She breathed as best she could through her nose, but it was hard to keep up with the pace, hard to do more than drool for him and keep her lips tight. She could feel them puffing up from the force- another memento for the morning.
Tears wet her cheeks, her body began to ache. She tried to speak, but she was stuffed full and only choppy moans and wordless mumbles found their way out.
Shane popped his hips again and pushed her head to his stomach, burying his cock in deeper than he usually dared. She swatted at his thighs and pushed.
He counted to three, slowly, before letting her go.
Y/N fell forward, palms slapping the floor as she regained her breath. “Fuck!”
He was standing over her, watching her struggle while he stroked himself with a tight fist.
“You happy now that you got all my attention on you?” he teased harshly. There was true darkness behind his joke and Y/N could feel it in the air around him.
She couldn’t speak, didn’t move to answer.
Another tug on her hair and she was on her feet and higher, standing on her tiptoes as Shane enjoyed her struggle. She was shaking sligtly like a wispy dandelion threatened by a child’s breath, and he let go, allowing her to stand flat on the floor.
“Hey, baby,” he cooed, leaning in to lick at her swollen lips, “I’m just giving you what you asked for.” He yanked at her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her throat. “What you need.” His teeth grazed over her pulse. Such thin, delicate skin; so many helpless veins just asking to be ripped open. It was all he could do sometimes to hold himself back, to refrain from letting his inner demon loose and causing real damage. He’d never hurt her, not really, not when she gave herself as offering as she did now- allowing him to hit and scrape and use her gorgeous body until he was sated, until the demon rested again. In the end, it was just a game, just a way to feel alive while toying with the idea of death.
Shane bit down hard on her collarbone and Y/N let out a yell.
His teeth dented her skin. Her legs went weak.
“Please…” Her breath was shallow, her voice faded. She cupped her hand at the nape of his neck and tried to entice him, to draw him in.
He needed no invitation or urging.
Shane grabbed her opposite upper arm and swung her around. She would have tripped if not for his arm curling suddenly around her waist from behind.
“Do it,” she begged in a whisper, spreading her legs for him.
He pressed hard between her shoulderblades, forcing her to bend over. Her palms slapped against the wall, her cheek rested in the middle.
Shane kept one hand flat on her belly, holding her steady while the other guided his cock between her folds. He dipped inside slowly and teasingly withdrew, again and again until she moaned like a starving animal.
When he finally pushed all the way, her entire body reacted. Her jaw dropped, her eyes rolled, her cunt throbbed. He could feel how desperate she was, how ready her body was to receive him.
His palm cracked against her left ass cheek.
“You think Lori gets this?” he grit, digging his nails into the soft globe beneath his hand.
Another smack and she trembled.
“You think I sneak off to fuck her while Rick’s not lookin’?”
He jerked his hips hard, almost matching the force of his hand as he lit up the other cheek.
Y/N melted into every sensation as he left his marks on her body. She bit back a scream as he pushed her towards the edge; her orgasm rushing at her like a freight train.
“Do you?” he demanded.
Both hands clawed at her hips, drawing her back to meet every thrust.
“N-no!”
He grinned and swirled his hips. “That’s right. She don’t get shit.” Reaching up and under, he grabbed her breast and squeezed hard. She held her breath, feeling the pressure blossom deep in her cunt. “This is the only pussy I use. Ain’t that right?”
“Yes…”
“I can’t hear you,” he growled.
Y/N took a breath. “Yes!”
He curled himself over her back and grabbed her tits in both hands.
“Whose pussy do I use?”
Her cunt pulsed on his cock. “Mine! You use my pussy! All yours!”
“Fuckin’ right it is.”
Satisfied, Shane stood back up and set his hands on her hips. The pace quickened as his cock swelled.
Y/N’s entire body tightened, every muscle tensed like the gears of a watch ready to spring free. She pushed back at him, wanting to come, wanting him to fill her up.
He knew what she wanted, knew she was close. He could hear it in the quick pant of her breath, feel it in the heat of her cunt as it squeezed him tight.
He pulled out.
She let out a pained cry.
“You ain’t getting my shit tonight,” he laughed, lifting the back of her shirt up high. He stroked himself fast. “You don’t deserve it.”
She flinched when she felt his hot cum strike the small of her back. He groaned loudly and rocked up on his heels as he came, emptying out every last bit. It slid like hot syrup down into the crack of her ass, teasing her stunted pleasure with each drop that fell.
At least he helped her up.
At least he kissed her punch-drunk lips and carried her to bed.
At least he pulled the blanket up and shut the lamp off.
At least he said goodnight before rolling over.
At least she got what she wanted.
Every bit of his attention.