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You both sat in silence as you caught your breath and tried to calm down. Neither of you dared to speak a single word between the two of you about the events that had just occurred. Images of that horrible monster flickered in and out of your vision. Its stoic, nude body on full display for all its horrors it held. Its pale, yellowed skin that bloated on one half, looking engorged from one half to the pulled taught, tight flesh of the other half melted itself into your vision. It lingered like a ghostly image in your mind. Where they remain barely connected, an exposed, single heart webbed itself inside the gap, beating away restlessly. Down to its groin, where you swear an eyeball stared beyond the maw with rows of toothlike growths. Not even in fiction have you ever seen something as terrifying as this. If James weren’t there, you’d find it hard to believe that it was real. Or hard to believe that you’d still have your life. Your anxiety swelled in your stomach and clawed at your throat as your tired body sank into the concrete floor.
“You think we’ll run into that…thing again?” You finally had the courage to break the well-needed silence, turning to face James. His gaze remained fixed forward, as if he were more interested in studying the cracks on the wall. After a long pause, he shrugged. “I…hope not.” He gave you a weak smile. Your thoughts spun for a moment, thinking back to when you met Angela. You wondered how much you could trust the things he says. Though, his actions were resolute. He was firing well before you had even thought of attacking. At that moment, you were like a deer in headlights. Time and time again, he had proven himself to be trustworthy. Yet, that doubt persisted. You wanted to ask what he was hiding but now was not the time, nor was it the place.
He slowly stood up from his seat with a soft grunt and dusted himself off. He held out a hand and you took it, raising to your feet. He slipped out of his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, leaving him in his gray long sleeve shirt. You slipped your arms through the sleeves and took in the immediate warmth the jacket gave you. The gesture brought a small grin to your face. Grabbing his shotgun, then using the flashlight’s beam, he found the handgun and slipped that into his belt loop. He returned to your side after. “I think this stairwell leads outside.” Was all he said before he laced his fingers with yours. He was acting awfully nice. Maybe he had a change of heart after what could be described as a near death experience. Anyway, you liked it. Cautiously, you both headed down the stairs.
A blast of fresh air smacked you in the face. It was cold and crisp. Much better than the stuffy, mold filled air of the apartments you had almost gotten used to. Outside was still foggy, making it hard to see farther than a few feet ahead. In fact, it seemed like it had gotten worse. The thought of those monsters that could still be staggering about the streets, blanketed with this gray cover, sent a chill down your spine. The metal grates of the emergency staircase clinked under your footsteps, feeling dangerous as it groaned under the weight. You descended out into the streets. Dead ahead was a tall, chain link fence that stood in the way. James gave the gate a quick tug but, soon enough, you were both walking the other way along the road. The industrial buildings loomed over the two of you, causing a sense of claustrophobia. You just wanted to be out in the open again, but only where it was safe. Where danger didn’t lie beyond every possible corner. Was that even a possibility in this town?
As you tread along, a grating humming could be heard. It sounded like the voice of a child singing away to themselves. You scaled along the edge of a wall with a preschool looking mural and, at the top of your vision, a young girl sat atop the wall. She kicked her legs haphazardly as she perused a piece of paper she held in her hands.
“It’s you!” James raised his voice as he hollered at her. You raised a brow at this outburst. As you both drew in closer, you got a better look. It was that little girl from before! “You little brat…you’re the one who stomped on my hand in the hallway.”
She looked at him in surprise, as if she were only just noticing that you were both there. She grinned cheekily and shook her head. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”
James frowned. It was almost funny how frustrated he was from this. A stubborn little girl she was, pulling something like that. It reminded you of how you acted as a child. Doing something then straight up denying it every time. How your dad used to hate it.
“What’s a little girl like you doing here anyway?” He asked, tightening his grip on your hand. She leaned forward dangerously, without using her hands to hold onto the ledge. Seriously, if she fell and hit her head, it would be bad. Not to mention, this town was clearly dangerous for a little girl to be moseying about in, without a care in the world. This was cause for concern about her own safety. You and James were just barely managing to keep your skin.
She looked around for a moment, lost in her own little world, before turning back to look at James. “Are you blind or stupid? Stupid.” She retorted, putting her hands on her hips defiantly.
“What’s that you got there? A letter?” James continued to press her for questions but, her expression showed clearly, she wasn’t going to give a clear answer. She started to get up and stand along the wall. “None of your business…you didn’t love Mary anyway.” She scowled at him. Then, she turned her gaze to you and her expression held a flicker of shock. She shook her head and hopped off to the other side of the wall.
“Wait, how do you know that name?” James shouted after her but the quickly disappearing sound of little footsteps showed she no longer had interest in this conversation. His face darkened as he stared at the wall. He ran his hand across his face before to stare at the brick wall. Without saying a word, he huffed and pulled you along, stamping his feet with frustration.
“What was that about?” You asked. He only frowned. “I don’t…want to talk about it.” So, you left it at that. It did make you wonder. If she really was dead like he said before, why was he here? What was he looking for exactly? There were so many things you wanted to ask. When that time would be, you believed you would know it. It made you think about your own father. Why were you here? What were you looking for?
You both continued on through the fog in the silence that was slowly driving you insane. He was so quick to talk to other people but, with you, he was oddly silent. Still, dragging you along, nonetheless. What did he see in keeping you around? Was it really a simple answer? You balled a bunch of fabric from your dress in your hands. Green hedges came into view as you both stumbled onto a brick path. Continuing down further, a sign came to view. ‘Rosewater Park’, it read. James stared at the sign with a blank expression for a long while before letting go of your hand. His expression had twitches of an inner conflict going on somewhere in his mind. He blinked a few times before pressing further into the park. You followed behind, watching his footsteps to keep your mind occupied.
Walking through the gloomy park, nothing of note really came to view. For a much better note, no monsters seemed to be in the area. No flickers of static came through the dead silent radio. You even double checked to make sure it was on. Looking around at the area, you tried to scan your memories about this park. You felt like you could remember being here before, with your father and mother. Running around and playing made-up games with them as you took in the scenery. Yet, nothing more of note came to mind. Thinking about your mother and father only brought a sad feeling in your chest. James had stopped to look at a statue, reading the oxidized plaque. You couldn’t read the words well from where you stood. As you leaned in for a closer look, you caught sight of a tear that rolled down James’ cheek. He was quick to wipe his eyes and put on his stoic expression. You both continued along the stone path until it veered off into a boardwalk.
The pervasive fog even covered the view of what you assumed was the lake. There was nothing to be seen here other than a shroud of white. James’ gaze was cast off to a figure that rested along the handrail, standing next to a telescope on the wooden planks. He looked entranced, slowly and quietly stepping towards the person with his mouth agape. “Mary?” He called out and she turned around nonchalantly, pressing her back against the railing.
“Mary? Who’s that? Your girlfriend?” She immediately cast her eyes onto you, and you could see a slight sneer on her face. She almost seemed annoyed that you were there standing next to him. You looked over to James. He was captivated by her. You were too, if you had to admit. She had short, bleach blond hair that framed her face. Her outfit was sexy, from clothing to color. She wore a cropped, red cardigan that exposed her tattooed belly. Her low-rise, hot pink, leopard print pencil skirt wrapped around her figure pleasantly. With just short of the knee-high brown boots that pulled her playful attire perfectly.
She raised her brows and shifted her weight to one leg. “Unless you weren’t talking to me.” Her voice was gentle and feminine. You felt a sting of jealousy as James moved in closer to her. She shifted her gaze from you to him. “No, my wife…She’s passed…away. You look…just like her.” He struggled to get through his words. You couldn’t help yourself from grimacing at it. You almost wanted to turn around and walk away but you doubled down and held onto James’ arm. She chuckled in a lilted tone. “Unfortunately for you, my name’s Maria. I’m not your wife and I’m certainly not dead either.” She cupped his cheek with one hand. You could feel his muscles relax just from her touch. “Aren’t I too warm to be a dead person?” You felt yourself growing restless by the minute. A sense of anger was welling up in your chest.
“Sorry…I must have the wrong person.” He shook his head and took a step back from her, as if he was breaking from a spell. He turned his back and you both started to walk away from her. His face was in disdain.
“Hey, where are you going?” Maria’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Her nosy chattering was starting to really get on your nerves. So much so, you felt as if you could cry. But you didn’t know exactly why. You didn’t know how you thought about James, but her presence was boring a hole into you. You just wanted away from her.
“To find my wife.” He said with a stern voice.
“Huh? Then who’s this?” She asked as she caught up with the two of you. James cast a sidelong glance at you before keeping his eyes forward. “Just a friend.”
“So, your wife. Didn’t you say she was dead?”
“Yeah…For three years now. But she sent me a letter. You can laugh, but I want to believe it’s true. That she’s still in our ‘special place’.” His voice was laced with an agonizing tone. You could see his eyes coat with a shiny gloss as he spoke. You turned around and scowled at her. She curled a brow and smiled through the daggers you tried to shoot with your gaze.
She must’ve caught the hint. “Well, then, I guess I should get going. Wouldn’t want to get in your way. ‘Till we meet again.” She ended with a seductive tone. You tugged on James' arm and dragged him forward, away from whatever that was about.
Not soon enough, you two left the park from a different way than you came. James shook his shotgun and quickly led you through the fog. A gas station came into view and James was quick to scan around the premises. He found a few boxes of bullets lying around. You had almost forgotten that the last encounter you had with any monster left his gun dry. He reloaded hastily. After that was done, you both headed off in another direction back out onto the streets.
You almost ran into James’ as he stopped in his tracks. You looked past him to see a body lying dead on the ground. Covered from head to toe in blood, laying in a pool of its insides. Upon a careful, closer inspection, it didn’t seem to be a monster. It looked like that of a person. In its rigor mortis ridden, it was clutching something tightly. You turned your head away to keep your stomach contents down. James hesitated before prying the object out of its cold fingers. You heard him unfold the paper and you peered over his side to see it was a map of Silent Hill. A red ‘X’, marked in what seemed like blood, was drawn across a building. Right across from the gas station where you were both at. Convenient. You both wordlessly exchanged glances before heading back from where you came. It was the only clue you had to go on. Maybe it was a clue from your father. Or maybe it was one from Mary. That, or it could be a huge waste of time.
Winding your way back through the roads, you both ended up before the marked building. “Pete’s Bowl-O-Rama, a bowling alley that was marked under the ‘X.’ James opened the door to go inside and you both stepped in. The familiar, musty smell of these buildings was quick to meet you again. It smelled like you hadn’t spent enough time outside. The room inside was pitch black after you let the door close behind you. Further inside the building, a dim, moody light could be seen farther in. Chattering voices from behind a door. Carefully, James pushed it open.
“Robbery? Murder?” A familiar young girl's voice filled your ears.
“Nah, nothing like that. I’m not that awful of a person.” Said an older male voice. This one sounded familiar too.
“Hah, you’re just a gutless fatso!” The child jested.
“What’d you have to say that for?” The man whined between his chewing. You both entered the room silently, as you eavesdropped on the conversation. The bright eyed, recognizable face of the little girl from earlier came into view. As soon as you saw her, she caught sight of the two of you and ran off into the darkness. James tried in vain to find her hiding spot but quickly became disinterested.
“Eddie,” He called out to the portly man sitting before a box of pizza, munching away. He turned around. “Oh, um, you’re…?” He didn’t seem to recall any names.
“James. We met before…in the apartment building.” You gave a little wave to him from behind and reintroduced yourself.
“Oh, yeah.” He replied, not sounding too convinced about either of you. Maybe it was because he was really sick back there. Might have been too out of it to recall. The sounds of small footsteps could be heard and you both turned to see a small figure waltzing out the door. “Bye-bye!” She said before leaving.
“Eddie! C’mon, let’s go after her!” James was quick to action and grabbed you. Eddie just shook his head with indifference. “Huh, Laura, but why?” He asked, seemingly more interested in his food than he was in the safety of this child.
“Laura, is that her name?” He asked. Eddie shrugged. “That’s what she said.”
“This town is full of monsters! How can you sit there and eat pizza?”
Again, he just brushed it off like it was nothing. “She said she was fine by herself…said a fatso like me would just slow her down.”
“Forget it.” James huffed and walked away from the man, sighing loudly. “C’mon, let’s go.” He beckoned for you, and you followed behind. His pace was quick as he moved, eager to find the girl again. He must really be worried about her safety. You were too, of course, but you felt like it would be pointless. She seemed to be the elusive type, slipping away like sand through your fingers. As you rush through the rundown bowling alley, you are both led outside. The chase seemed even more futile than it did before inside. “I don’t even know where she would’ve gone.”
“Me either.” You replied. So, that building was a bust. There wasn’t anything of note in there. James seemed to be still infuriated by his earlier interaction because his brows were furrowed and his lips turned into a frown. Back to square one. You both walked around the area again, with no clue of where to go next, staying in the general area in case the little girl decided to show herself again. Soon enough, led down an alleyway, a door seemed to call out to James. At least, it’s what it seemed like. He was quick to rush over to it and try the knob. It almost felt locked, but it was just sticky, pulling open with a loud ‘pop.’
Inside, was a set of stairs that you both ascended. The top spit you out to a hallway that had a single unlocked door and an old mattress. Booths lined up against the dimly lit walls and chairs scattered around tables. In the corner was a little bar that was coated in dust. No one’s been here for a while, from the looks of it. To your right was a stage with a single pole erected from the middle. The neon sign on the wall, covered in spider webs, read ‘Heaven’s Night.’ So, it was some kind of strip club. Or a gentlemen's club, if you prefer. James walked over to the front counter and took a seat. He dusted off the seat next to him and patted for you to come sit down. He looked exhausted and reasonably so. Today was a long day and a lot happened. There were all these people to talk to, all that walking to do and that monster to top it off. You took the seat and rested your arms on the dusty counter. Looking over at him, you could see the exhaustion written on his face.
“Good idea.” You chuckled to fill the awkward silence between the two of you. James kept his eyes fixed on the numerous colorful bottles that lined the shelves before him. He looked almost like he was about to leap from his seat and fix himself a drink. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, if this place was still fresh and bustling with life. Who knows how long those had been sitting there?
“Yeah…” He replied. You scanned your thoughts for something to say, anything really. Your pressing questions from before emerged and it really did feel like now was the time to bring them up. You had to do it to see if you could trust James or if you should just go on your merry way without.
“So…you said you were looking for your wife. But then you’ve told other people that she was dead.” He was quick to cut you off.
“I know…three long years without her. But she sent me a letter. Gives me hope that she’s still out there somewhere.” His one was somber as he spoke. He buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know why but…”
“It’s okay. I understand. I don’t know what makes me think my father is still out there too.”
“He’s still alive, isn’t he?”
You cast your eyes downward and frowned. “I think so.” Your mind went back to your home life. The last you knew; he had just left one day and never came back. Who knows where he is? You knew your mother was long gone. She had passed away years ago from an overdose. It sent your father into a spiral of drinking. Though they fought all the time, you wanted to believe that it was because he loved her. Not just using it as an excuse to fall into alcoholism.
A gentle hand wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug. You nuzzled your head into James’ neck as he rested his chin atop your head. “We’ll find out what we’re looking for.” His words didn’t sound confident in tone but, he did his best to comfort you.
“Have you ever been to a place like this before?” He changed tone quickly, probably not wanting to wallow in the pity of both of your situations any longer. You shook your head. “No, I haven’t. Before now, I didn’t really leave the house much.”
He gave you one last tight squeeze before standing up from his head, walking behind the bar. He inspected a couple of the bottles, blowing dust off labels and swiping them. His brows raised and his eyes lit up as he held out a bottle, placing it on the counter. “Do you drink?” He asked.
“Not really but…” You said as you looked at it. Slowly, but surely, the idea didn’t sound too bad anymore. Something to take a little bit of the edge off sounded like a saving grace right now. You hated that thought, feeling it would be something your father would say. James walked back around and sat down next to you. “I’ll try it first.” He seemed almost eager to get started. He popped the lid off the bottle and took a hefty swig of it. He grimaced for a moment before letting out a hard sigh. He wiped off the rim and passed it to you. You stared at it, reading the bottle. The brand was unfamiliar to you, but it was some kind of rum. “Ah, what the hell?” You took it from his hands and put the opening to your lips. Bracing yourself, you tilted the bottle and took a drink. Immediately, it burned from your mouth and all the way down, lighting a fire in your belly. You winced and jerked your head to the side, fighting the taste as your mouth salivated. It tasted like pure rubbing alcohol. At least, what you’d imagine that tasted like. Better than tasting like poison. Not that you would know what poison is like. You held the bottle back out to James.
“I don’t remember the last time I drank out of the bottle like this.” He gave you a smile as he took it back. As much as you hated alcohol, this seemed kind of fun and okay to do right now. You weren’t doing it to exactly cover up your woes, so it was okay. You vowed to yourself to not go too crazy. Just enough to feel like you could ease up and sit for a while. Maybe even catch a little sleep.
“I’ve never drunk straight like that. It kind of tastes gross.” You shrugged it off as he took another swig. He passed it over again. Without a second thought, you took another drink. “Never would’ve guessed.” He chuckled.
This was the most relaxed you’d seen him since you met him. It felt like, behind all the doom and gloom, he was a fun person to be around. You really liked this side of him. You spent a good while chatting about nothing in particular, passing the bottle back and forth. Mentions of personal life and the things you both liked to do. He really was kind of charming, in his own way.
You finally waved off the bottle, having had enough. A ball of fire was burning in your stomach and, with it being empty of any food, the booze hit you quick and hard. You looked at him through half lidded eyes, your sight turning into tunnel vision. You felt eased up, like the world around you didn’t matter so much right now. He looked relaxed too, leaning in his chair. The low light caught his features perfectly. His eyes seemed to have a soft sparkle within them.
“I’m really glad that you were there.” You blurted out, without having any extra thought cross your mind.
“What do you mean?” He asked as he propped himself back up. You pressed your leg against his and turned to look at him.
“Back when we first met. I was sure I was dead. You were like…my hero.”
His face stiffened once you spoke. “You really think so?” You nodded in reply. He turned away from you and looked at the wall, tapping his finger on the counter. You thought for a moment that you had said something wrong, but he faced you. “What do…you think about me?” He asked, the mood shifting in tone again. The question took you aback. It took a second for you to collect your jumbled thoughts.
“I think you’re amazing. You always seem to know what to do in the face of danger. It’s admirable. You really…I can’t thank you enough. You’re the reason I’m still here.” The words just spilled out of your mouth. It felt like once you started talking, it wouldn’t stop. “I mean, seriously, I feel like…” He pulled you into a hug, the chair tipping forward under his seat. He almost fell on top of you from the shift. You gasped but quickly returned it, wrapping your arms around him. His figure was toasty against yours and you just melted into him. You couldn’t help but feel like it was the alcohol accelerating things but, right now, things felt okay. He buried his face into your neck again, like he had done before, and stroked your head with his hands. You wondered who he was thinking of when he did this. You wanted it to just be you so badly, but your mind wouldn’t settle on that thought.
“I promise I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice had changed in tone again, like a spell was cast on him. He stood up from the chair and lifted you up in his arms. You held him tightly, straddling him with your legs, as he walked over to a wall and pushed you against it. He took only a second to look at your face before placing his lips onto yours. You were quick to return the kiss, feeling your muscles relax against the wall. He adjusted his grip but did not move his lips, continuing to devour you. Every time he touched you like this, it did not feel wrong. You felt like you had known him forever, even if the reality was just a short time. He pulled away and his expression was soft and stricken with worry.
“I-I’m sorry…I shouldn’t…” He said but you cut him off with another kiss. There was a mumble, muffled out by your mouth as he froze in surprise. Soon enough, he eased back into it and ran his tongue across your top lip. You opened your mouth to him and let him in, swirling your tongue around his. His mouth tasted heavy with the rum you were both sharing before so much that you could smell it on his breath. You didn’t mind. You were probably just as bad. The make out session sent signals to your lower half, heating up as he sucked on your lips. This felt much different than before. You felt like he was treating you more like yourself, not just a fuckdoll fill in.
Finally, he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you parted. He looked at you with hazy eyes, filled with a sense of lust. His cheeks were bright red. You imagined you were staring at him the same. He carefully set your feet back on the ground and you wobbled as you got your footing, holding onto him for support. “I want to…touch you.” Those words almost sent your knees buckling to the floor. You nodded hastily in support of the idea. With that, he dragged you along outside the bar and into the hallway again. The mood shifted in tone, but you felt hot all over. He laid you along the old mattress and crawled on top of you. You looked up at him in awe as his hair curtained over his face. He looked his best from this angle, you would say. He dove in for another kiss, as his hands were quick to run across your thighs. He ran his rough fingers across your leg and up your dress. Across your belly and to your chest, where he slipped his hands underneath your bra. You moaned against his lips, feeling your whole face flush pink. Squirming underneath him, you felt goosebumps rise across your whole body. The pulsing between your legs only grew stronger as he pinched your nipple. Saliva was spilling out from where you both met, slobbering across your face as your tongues twisted against each other.
His other hand played with your hair, feeling like heaven on top of your head. He gave you one last smooch before placing kisses across your jawline. You ran your hands across his back and down to the hem of his shirt, where you pulled up on it gently. You traced up his stomach and to his chest, feeling around his body. He nibbled at your jaw then down your neck to your collarbone. “Is this really, okay?” His breath was hot against your chest. You ran your fingers through his head and looked down at him. His expression was somber like that of a scolded animal. “Of course it’s okay. I’m all yours.” You smiled at him. With his towering frame above you, you felt safe in his hands. He shifted and rested his jaw on your chest, his stubble scratching against your skin. He was thinking to himself. His eyes closed and you felt his hands slide back down to your panties. He returned to watching you as he pulled them down slowly. You only gave him a welcoming expression. His body heat was driving you crazy. You just wanted to be close to him, skin on skin, right now.
He laid his body atop yours and buried his face into your chest as he brought his fingers to your pussy, sliding his middle and index across your opening. They glide easily, as you were already starting to get wet from the kiss. “Just…tell me if you want to stop, okay?” You nodded and wrapped your arms around his head, huffing to yourself. He pushed his fingers forward and you took them in easily, wrapping around his fingers like a little hug. You tensed your abdominal muscles slightly. His hands worked in and out, slowly gaining tempo as he fingered you. You squirm underneath him and let out a sigh. Right now, you wanted your body to be at his disposal. To whatever he needed right now. It didn’t matter so much how you felt but, you were glad he was taking the care to ease you up. Just one look at his tired looking face made you want to please him. Your body twitched and you could feel yourself growing hungrier for more. You let out soft, quiet moans to let him know he was doing well. He seemed to be out of breath himself already, lost in the feeling of you.
As his fingers moved in and out, more and more space seemed to be between your insides and his fingers. You were relaxed and ready. He must’ve sensed this because he pulled out and sat up on his knees. You laid before him with an arched back, staring up at his face. His lips were curled up into a faint smile, his lidded eyes were watching your every move. It made you feel embarrassed, wanting to fix your dress to cover yourself up but you didn’t move. Never did you ever think, coming to this town, you’d be with someone like this. His stare that gobbled you up made you feel wanted and connected to someone for once in your life. You wanted to slap yourself for falling under his spell like this. You knew he was looking for his wife and yet, he was still toying around with you. That’s the way to put it. Toy.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down to his knees. You watched his cock pop out into full exposure, already standing tall on its own. You bit your lip thinking about it being inside you already. He turned his head. Maybe it was the lighting but you saw his cheeks turn a deeper shade. He moved in closer to you and slid your dress up past your belly button before setting his gaze downward. You opened up your legs to invite him in. He grabbed his cock and adjusted it at your entrance. Carefully, he pushed inward. You felt our lower half burn as it opened up to him, letting him slide in gently. You watched as his pelvis drew in closer and closer until you were both fully connected. The sight left you holding your breath. There really was no going back to normal after this. This was crossing a line for both of you. Perhaps one that should’ve stayed uncrossed.
He pulled back out and pushed back in, gaining a tempo to his gentle, slow-paced thrusts. You wriggled on your back and held your arms out to him. He leaned in forward and you snatched him into a hug, and he drove in and out of you. You placed a kiss on his forehead, and he returned it with a smooch on the lips. Then, he buried his head into your shoulder. You could feel a light pressure growing within your hips as he moved, feeling his cock pop over the same ridges each time.
Gradually, his thrusts became quicker, but his rhythm remained the same as he worked back in and out of you. You tensed up your body as you felt sparks of pleasure scatter throughout your lower half. You could hear the squishing and squelching of your pussy as his cock slapped where you connected. He let out a soft breath in your ear, laced with gratification. You moaned underneath him, running your hands along his back and up to his hair, running your fingers through it. You felt his body shiver and you felt like this was the right move to do. So, you continued to play with his hair. Moments like these made it feel worth coming here. If you hadn’t, this never would’ve happened.
You felt his cock barge its way into you now relentlessly, causing you to catch your breath and try to stifle your moans that were bouncing off the walls. You felt a mixture of your lust and embarrassment fighting over each other, like mixing water and oil. He was starting to grunt and whimper in your ear as he clung to your body, humping like a dog in heat. Slowly, that pressure had become an unbearable block in the fire that rose within your body, reaching all the way up to your stomach and down to your toes. You felt your leg muscles tense up as your feet curled against him. You tossed your head back, melting into the mattress. His relentless barrage into your pussy was felt across your whole body as you moved with him. You tilted your hips downward to let his upper body rub against it. Each slam was like a mini electrocution.
You felt yourself grow closer and closer to climax and you could tell he was growing closer too. His breath was hitched, and he was panting in your ear. This only spun your mind and drove you closer. Never have you done something like this before, but it felt so good. You started to move your hips with his and that sent you into a moaning mess. He licked your neck and started to suck on it, sending goosebumps across your skin. His hot breath dispersed across your body, and you felt your whole body go tense. You purse your lips and squeeze your eyes shut. Your pussy only tightened its grip on him and that’s when he started to thrust as fast as he could, boring into you with his cock. He exhaled heavily onto you, grunting and twitching. You let go of his hair so you wouldn’t pull it out of his scalp and gripped onto his back, trying not to claw his shirt off. He moaned and you felt a trickle of sweat start to rain down on your chest.
The pressure popped its lid and exploded throughout you, and you let out a cry of pleasure. All the thoughts in your mind melted and the only thing you could feel was a wave of electricity that danced throughout your entire body. You rode it out, arching your back and pushing up against him. He let out a loud, hitched grunt and you felt something warm shoot inside of you, filling up your insides. You squealed underneath him through grit teeth and bunched his shirt with tight fists. His hips continued to buck, driving deeper into you. The first thought that came to your settling down mind was how bad this was. He held onto you with a death grip as he shot his load inside of you. Fuck. You melted into the mattress and caught your breath. James dropped his weight on top of you, his body feeling like a warm blanket. He was panting on top of you, your chests butting into each other. He buried his face into you and let out a whimper. You looked down, through half opened eyes, to see his miserable expression. He pulled out of you slowly and you felt the globs of his cum follow after, dripping out of you slowly.
Without a word, he rolled off you and laid with his back facing to you. You heard him readjust himself. Then he reached back and pulled your dress back over yourself with a quick motion. You looked over to see him burying his face into his arms. Maybe now wasn’t the time to speak to him. You sat up with a twinge of regret. You thought about his wife for a moment and then felt like shit. You took off his jacket and splayed it on top of him. The sweet lull of sleep was to be your only saving grace right now. You laid back down, staring up at the cracked, decrepit ceiling and wished for it to collapse on you. Slowly, you closed your eyes and hoped you’d be knocked out quickly. Your mind was spinning, thinking about what you both had just done. Sobriety was starting to settle in, the curse that it was. Right now, you were supposed to be holding each other in your arms and falling asleep. Not lying like this. Like strangers. Maybe that’s all you really were. Strangers.