A stranger’s bed

Risky

The air in Augustine’s room was heavy, thick with the scent of sweat, s*x, and something unspoken between them. Lordy lay sprawled across his chest, her breath still uneven, her thighs trembling from their last round.

She should have felt satisfied, but instead, a storm brewed inside her—equal parts desire, guilt, and fear. Every time she promised herself she’d stop, he pulled her deeper into his world.

Augustine stroked her back absentmindedly, his other hand holding a glass of water he had reached for moments earlier. “You know you drive me insane, right?” he murmured, his voice low, husky, as though the words themselves carried the weight of his need.

Lordy chuckled weakly. “If you say that to all your women, you need new lines.”

He tilted her chin toward him, his eyes piercing. “No, beautiful. I only say it to you.”

She wanted to believe him. Against her better judgment, she let herself sink into the comfort of his arms, convincing herself, if only for that night, that the words were true.

But Augustine wasn’t done with her yet.

Without warning, he scooped her up, his strength so effortless it made her gasp. “What are you—”

“Shhh,” he cut her off, carrying her to the small study table by the window. He placed her gently on the wooden surface, his hands sliding down her thighs as he spread them apart.

“Babe,” she whispered nervously, pressing her palms against the tabletop. “The table isn’t strong. It might—”

“It’ll hold,” he interrupted, his lips brushing against her neck. “Trust me.”

Her heart pounded as his mouth moved lower, his tongue circling her n****e, sending shivers racing through her body.

“Augustine…” she moaned, but her protest melted into a whimper as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge.

He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his c**k brushing against her wet folds. Slowly, he slid inside, inch by inch, until she gasped, her nails digging into the table.

“f**k,” he groaned, his voice guttural. “You feel like heaven every single time.”

He began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, his hips slamming against hers with a force that made the table groan under their weight.

“Augustine!” she cried, half in pleasure, half in panic. “It’s going to break!”

“Then let it break,” he growled, his thrusts relentless.

And then—

CRACK.

The table split beneath them, the legs collapsing as they both tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Lordy gasped, but Augustine only laughed, his lips crashing back onto hers before she could recover.

“You’re insane,” she panted, but she was laughing too, caught between fear and exhilaration.

“I’m insane for you,” he replied, sliding back inside her even as they lay on the cold floor.

But her laughter died when she looked down and saw it—blood.

Her eyes widened. “Babe! You’re bleeding!”

Augustine glanced down, wincing at the gash on his side where the wood had splintered. “It’s nothing.”

“Nothing? You’re bleeding all over the floor!” she cried, trying to push him off. “We need to go to the hospital.”

He groaned in frustration, his hips still moving inside her. “Don’t stop me. I’m close. Please, beautiful—don’t spoil the moment.”

“Are you insane?” she shouted, but her body betrayed her, clenching around him with every thrust.

He kissed her hard, silencing her protest. “I can’t stop. Not when you feel this good.”

Her tears mingled with her moans as he pounded into her, his blood smearing against her skin, his breaths ragged.

“God, I’m going to c*m,” he groaned. “Take it, beautiful. Take all of me.”

And with one final thrust, he collapsed against her, his body trembling, his lips pressed against her neck.

For a terrifying moment, he didn’t move.

“Augustine?” she whispered, panic rising. “Hey! Wake up!”

Then he chuckled weakly, his voice strained. “Relax, I’m alive.” He winced as he shifted off her. “But okay… maybe I do need the hospital.”

“Maybe?” she snapped, tears streaming down her face. “You’re bleeding like crazy!”

She scrambled to get dressed, helping him to his feet. Augustine wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she half-dragged, half-supported him out the door.

At the hospital, they lied to the nurse, saying he’d slipped and fallen on glass. Lordy sat by his side as he got stitches, her hand clenched around his, her chest aching with a mix of fear and anger.

On the way back, they laughed despite themselves, the ridiculousness of it all too much to ignore.

“You’re insane,” she said again, shaking her head as she watched him wince but still manage a grin.

“And you love it,” he replied smugly, kissing her hand.

She wanted to argue, but deep down, she knew he was right. The danger, the madness, the intensity—she was addicted.

Even if it destroyed her. She was worried that love making was too risky. On one hand, they started to get hurt and on the other hand, they both had partners they didn't want to break up with. She was torn between breaking up and starting a new relationship. Every thought felt like head ache.

"Oh Lord", should I give him a chance?, she sat quietly talking to herself. He makes me happy and he explores every inch of my body. He touches me in places I never knew I had feelings at. It's crazy, I'm obsessed by a mere stranger who can leave my life at any moment but I'm still taking the risk.

He f***s me so good. He f***s me like a hunter devouring a prey. His warm and moist tongue twists gently in and out of me sending me a vibrating sensation.