Fatal Flaws

A million thoughts and different scenarios are running through my mind. I know I'm not thinking logically, but it doesn't matter. Nothing does anymore. Does it matter if I screw up my friendship with Sky now or later? Because unfortunately, it will happen, there's no denying that fact. Why not have a little fun before it all crashes down around me? Besides, if he doesn't tell anyone, our secrets are safe.

Calming myself down, I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes. Hayden remains seated beside me, his gaze focused on the floor. Of course, looking anywhere beside me. Why did I even think things would be different? Only now I won't feel guilty about using him for my gain. It isn't like he cares. He didn't even want me last time. The only difference now is that I'm in control. 

Watching him sit there, staring off into space, excites me. He has no clue what's coming. It's like a game. My imagination can go crazy, picturing all the dirty things I want to do to him. The more upset I am, the hornier I become. I can't explain it. I wish I could understand it and make it stop. But I can't, I'm addicted to it. I guess, it's one of my toxic traits. I'm sick in the head. 

Before I give myself too much time to think about what I'm doing or the consequences, I pounce. Catching him off guard gives me the upper hand. Promptly climbing into his lap, shoving him backward onto the bed. My lips smash against his before he can say anything. Like every other time,  a small electric shock sparks as our lips touch. Surprisingly he doesn't resist. Instead, kissing me back.

All my built-up pain and sexual frustrations stew inside of me, pushing me closer to the edge. I need to do this. I have to. And not the sexual games he teased me with before. I want him to caress me, kiss me, and fuck me. I need to feel him inside of me. He's the only person who can make me forget temporarily who I am or where we're at.

I'm relieved he doesn't fight and sits up so I can remove his shirt. He even assists by wiggling his body, making the removal process easier. The oil light casts a shadow across his torso, causing his skin to shimmer in the dim lighting. I allow my fingers to explore the lining of his tattoos. Leaning down, replacing the finger I had been using with my tongue. Taking my time, I lick up his chest, along his neck, and continue over his chin. I pause briefly before swiping my tongue across his lips. While doing this, his hands find my hips, gripping them firmly, before easing them up my shirt. They snake their way up my sides, rubbing paths across my back. My body arches in response to his touch. I smile sheepishly at him when his fingers slide across the backside of my bra.

I can't help but think that he must have done this plenty of times. The way his fingers work easily to unclasp my bra. It doesn't take long to feel the loosening of my cups. We work together to slide one strap down. Allowing him to pull it out, tossing it to the side. Thoughts of him being intimate with another female try to creep into my mind. But I shut it down, blocking everything except for him. I want him to want me the way I do him. And I know what to do.

Maneuvering my body, I'm able to position myself directly on top of his growing bulge. Wanting to tease him a little, I roll my hips, bouncing my ass. He grows larger in response to this. It's exactly what I wanted. Smirking,  I know that I excite him. I want him now more than ever. I ease my upper body lower while continuing to grind against him. My tongue once again trails along his chest. Only this time choosing to go the opposite direction towards his belly button. I continue licking and tasting him, working my way down. My fingers fumble as I rush to undo his belt buckle. Ripping it out of his pants and tossing it carelessly to the ground beside my bra.

I stop for a second, staring up at him. Have you ever experienced the sensation of knowing someone desires you? That they need you. The look in their eyes tells it all. He wants me as bad as I do him. He might even need me, too. My fingers are shaking, struggling to undo the button on his pants. Finally, I succeeded, taking my time to unzip them. He helps me, lifting his body, and allowing me to remove them.