Erotic One Shots

Number 8 - I want to break up

We had s*x once, two months ago. It was amazing s*x, at least I thought it was. The passion had been electric, the s*x was rough and desperate, but nothing had happened since. For days after Mark all but ignored me, keeping a distance while tip toeing around that if he even showed up.

Physically he started to touch me again after a few weeks. He was now forever holding my hand, my waist, placing kisses to my head. He was affectionate, the way you would want any boyfriend to be. An boy was he over protective as well, I could hardly look at another man, let alone talk to one. He made me feel protected and well… loved. That’s all this was though, I almost felt like he was taking a big brother roll in my life, and that’s not what I wanted. It was not what I needed in a relationship.

I was attracted to Mark, like really attracted to him. Being perfectly honest, I was horny as hell and sexually I was getting nothing and nowhere with him. It’s not that I didn’t try, I tried to initiate s*x myself. I threw my dignity out the window to try every and any way I could think of. Every time he rejected my advances, every excuse to leave me, hurt more than the last. He would say he was tired, had something on, wanted to take me out, the list just continued. Frustration, that was now the emotion that filled my days.

Sometimes late at night when he was over, he would leave in the middle of the night and then come back. Sometime though, he wouldn’t return at all. Then he’d lie saying he just left early in the morning and didn’t want to wake me. Maybe he was cheating, maybe he just didn’t want this relationship. Either way I loved him, but this wasn’t working, and I couldn’t, no I wouldn’t do it anymore. My heart hurt, I was in pain, I didn’t want to live like this anymore.

Letting out an audible sigh, I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. I had no idea how he coped sexually. My mind drifted to all those nights he left, maybe he was with someone else. Taking one last glance at the bathroom door from my laying position on the bed, I dangled an arm over the edge of the mattress. Opening my side draw, I pulled out my vibrator. I needed release, I needed it so bad. I’d do it myself if I had too, at this point it was nothing new.

Swallowing the saliva in my mouth, I brought it under the covers placing it on my c**t. Pressing the power button, I pressed it twice more kicking it up to the highest setting. Oh god, that was exactly what I needed, closing my eyes I thought back to two months ago as I rocked it back and fourth.

We had just got back from dinner at my mother’s house. As soon, as we walked in, I continued forward, but the door slammed shut behind me. Pausing I went to turn back when Marks hands gripped my waist, pulling me to his chest while pushing his rock hard c**k into my backside. “Ashley, I want you so bad. You are all I thought about all night.” His voice was strained as his hands grip strengthened.

My heart leapt in my chest, as heat shot through me where his body connected against my own. His hands slid from my hips to my belly wrapping around me, holding me closer. His breath caressed my skin as his moist lips invaded my neck sucking down hard, no doubt leaving marks. Fingers digging into my skin, he held me so tight, like his life depended on it.

Turning in his arms, he allowed the movement slightly loosening his grip. Jumping on the spot my arms wrapped around his neck as my legs circled his waist. His smiling lips met my own as his hands dropped to my ass. One hand slipped under my dress and up my back, dragging harshly against my heated skin finding my bra strap. With a click it released, my bra loosely hanging from my shoulders.

Moving forward quickly, I was thrown to the bed with him roaming above me in a second. I could feel his need and desperation which only set the pace of my own as I started to pulse with anticipation. His hands were everywhere, I didn’t even realise he was taking off my dress until my arms were forcibly held in the air to retrieve it over my head.

Meeting his eyes, he was no longer smiling. His eyes were filled with need. Appearing to pause, I jutted out my hand gripping the front of his shirt pulling his mouth back to my own. Our tongues tousled and sucked at each other. Taking both of my hands in one of his own, he held them high above my head on the bed pining them with force.

My back arched off the bed lifting my breasts for his view, silently offering them. Mark stilled pulling back looking over my body. Moving my legs, I meant to encircle his body once more to pull him closer. Blocking my movements his body crashed down on top of my own holding me tightly in place with his weight. His gaze once more came back to my own, challenging me to move again. “Mark”, my body whined out. I needed more, I needed him, god I just needed something.

I could see his lips about to form words, but I didn’t want words, I wanted him, I needed him. Lifting my neck I claimed his lips. Taking control in the single space of a heartbeat, his tongue forced my teeth apart sweeping inside before withdrawing to retreat his lips back to my neck sucking and biting down.

Quickening my pace with the vibrator, I imagined it being his c**k, thrusting in and out. I remembered crying out loudly, every sound only spurred him on. Making him rougher, harder and faster. He was like a starved animal hitting deeper, taking pleasure in every squeak that escaped me. I never thought I would like rough s*x, but I loved it. Every position he pushed me into sent me higher, watching him getting off on my body and the way his eyes drank me in. It was intoxicating, it made me feel special, made me feel needed, wanted. I never wanted it to end.

That’s when I said it, “faster Mark.” His eyes locked to my own as a smirk moved his lips upwards. Pulling out of my body I cried out as he moved off the bed faster then I had seen anyone move before. Hearing a jingle, I turned from my position on the bed to find him by the edge of the bed ripping his belt from a pair of pants. Standing, I meant to touch his chest, but my arms were both griped as I was turned around and bend forwards over the mattress.

I felt the leather of the belt tighten around the skin of my wrists, before my hands were forcibly held against my lower back. I felt his chest come in contact spine as his lips trailed up my neck to my ear leaving ripples of pleasure. My body shook as his moist breath wet my ear. “I’ll give you faster Ash,” his words held amusement as his c**k brushed against my entrance. Holding position there for a single moment, before plunged in.

Crying out, I felt my whole body shudder around my vibrator at the memory. Unable to ride the orgasm, I ripped the vibrator out with a squelch. My juices dripped from it, as my toes curled and my muscles tensed. Hearing a noise coming from the bathroom, I pulled up my pyjama bottoms as I held my vibrator behind my back against the pillow.

The bathroom door swinging open, Mark emerging looking around the room. “What was that noise?”

“Nothing”, I lied instantly without a second thought.

“Mmm.” The sound left his lips as he took one final look around the room. His gaze settled on me, before he began hopelly. “I was thinking we could go out to a movie later.” My heart dropped, I didn’t want to do this anymore. I needed to end this now, I wasn’t happy, this is not the type of relationship I wanted.

“Mark”, a deep sigh escaped me as I sat up on the bed taking in his dripping muscular form surrounded in only a towel. Concern appeared to blanket his expression as he took a half step toward me. Chucking the second towel he had to dry his hair to the floor, he moved closer still. “Mark, we need to talk.”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he warily walked the rest of the distance between us sitting on the edge of the bed. Raising his hand, he softly grasped my ankle lightly brushing his thumb back and forth soothingly. “Ash?”

The one word held such an array of emotions and questions. God, I didn’t want to answer, but I didn’t want this anymore. I wanted to be with someone who wanted me body and soul, I honestly didn’t know what Mark wanted from me anymore. Clearly he didn’t want a s****l relationship, maybe he wanted a friendship, but god I don’t think I could be his friend. I would die if I saw him with another, but I knew he didn’t want to be with me, and I could not make him want me.

Telling myself this was for the best, “Mark, I think we should break up. I love you, but you don’t want this. I thought we were on the same page a few months ago, I don’t know if you just didn’t enjoy yourself or it left you with a bad taste in your mouth.” Pausing I tried to gauge his non-existent facial expression before trying to finish. Unable to think of any other way to explain it, I wanted to keep it to the point. “I want you, I want more, this isn’t going to wor….k.”

As I was getting out my last word my ankle was yanked downwards. His body hovering over mine in an instant. “You’re not leaving me.” Gripping my sides his finger dug into my skin. “Do you want me to f**k you again? Is that what this is about?” His eyes were clear as he shot his words out pointedly, awaiting my answer. Before I answered his eyed locked above me where I was ripped away from my pillows, reaching out he palmed my soaking vibrator lifting an eyebrow.

A groan left his lips in resignation as he tossed my vibrator to the floor with a heavy thud. “f**k your so wet, tell me if I’m hurting you this time Ash.” His tone was controlled, but his erection hardened against my body. “I’m serious Ash!”

Is that it! Did he avoid me due to the bruises. Relief hit my chest as I smiled as seductively as I could manage. “Mark,” I whispered as he drew me closer. “Please hurt me… hurt me bad.”

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