Panting and kissing we crash through the front door. I hear the sound of metal as his keys hit the floor and we stumble down the hallway. We make our way into his bedroom and fumbling start to remove each other’s shirts. My eyes linger on his upper body; the toned muscles, broad shoulders and smooth skin. With a swift motion he unbuckles my bra, exposing my breasts and I gasp as he leans down and his lips brush a nipple.

I struggle to open his belt buckle as I feel his kisses trail up my neck and his hands caressing my back. He stops for a moment to help me remove his pants and his member springs forth battle-ready.

He starts unbuttoning mine and while kissing my thighs, he removes them and my underwear. He comes back up and eagerly presses his lips against mine - biting, sucking, exploring – and the sensation leaves me panting for more.

Then without warning he grabs me and throws me on the bed. He spreads my legs and bends down over me. Teasing me with trailing kisses along my thighs I quiver with anticipation and let out a gasp as his tongue finds my opening. Impulsively I grab his hair, my moans beginning to fill the room as he explores.

I tremble under his skillful touch, slowly approaching the peak. Seconds before I reach it, he stops, and a whimper escapes my lips. I must be drunk to be letting someone take control like this.

He gets up and I look into his eyes, once blue but now black from arousal. He pushes me further onto the bed and gets into position between my legs.

“Hurry,” I hear myself whisper desperately, and he grabs my hips and grants my request. I cover my mouth to muffle a scream as he enters me. My body craves him, but he pulls out to the tip and then he barely moves. Inching himself in and out in excruciatingly slow movements.

“More. Faster,” I plead, but he just gives me a smirk. Wait a minute, is he teasing me? I grip his hips to make him move as I want, but he grabs my wrists and pushes me back down.

“What? Don’t like it?” his voice whisper teasingly in my ear. I hiss at him, but it quickly turns into a moan when he suddenly thrusts in deep. My mind goes blank for a second from the pleasure.

Shit, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Then he suddenly stops. I tremble, feeling the pulsing in my core the raw need. Why isn’t he moving? As if he can read my mind he whispers: “We can stop if you don’t like it. Or will you be a good girl now?”

My eyes widen. What?! What the hell is he saying? No way in hell am I going along with that shit. I move to push him off, but he snickers still holding my wrists in a tight grip.

One hand lets go and trails down my stomach, over the hill and into the valley, finding the little knot nestled inside. At the same time he thrusts in deep and I hear myself moan. Another thrust, another flick of a finger and another moan. Shit, he’s too good.

Then he suddenly pulls out and gets up on his knees. Looking down at me there is a satisfied grin on his lips. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, rubbing his shaft along my opening.

“Do you want it?” he asks, and I shiver. Shit, I really want it.

“Yes,” I mutter between my clenched teeth. He pushes in the tip and starts moving ever so slowly back and forth. “Really? You didn’t say please” he says, still smirking.

I tremble with equal parts need and anger. Who does this guy think he is? I can’t believe the situation I find myself in and even less the words coming out of my mouth: “Please, let me have it.”

Deep and fast he pushes himself inside and I cry out from the pleasure. He finally stops teasing me, each thrust strong and satisfying, the rhythm growing faster.

He pulls me onto his lap and grabs my hair and the new angle draws a gasp from me. I can barely concentrate on anything but the wet sound of our rhythmic joining and his low, raspy groans in my ears. It’s too good. Suddenly and violently I reach the peak and I scream as the orgasm pulses through my core, while a deep rumbling sound leaves his throat. Trembling, he moves a few times and then we’re still, panting in each other’s arms.

It takes a few moments before my senses slowly return to me, and with them a dawning sensation of defeat. What just happened? How could I let this man dominate me?

I quickly push myself up and off of him, tumbling out of the bed. He looks at me in surprise. “Uh, what’s up?”

I don’t answer him, focusing my attention of my clothes on the floor. The anger and humiliation make my face burn and my body tremble. This is the worst.

He gets up and tries to put his arms around me, but I will have none of that. “Hey, you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?” he asks, his smile wavering. Good, if he was still smirking, I would’ve slapped him. But I don’t feel like indulging him with an answer, so without a word I take my clothes and storm out the door, slamming it behind me.

I don’t know where the bathroom is, but it’s not a big apartment so my first guess is the right one. I hurry inside just in time to hear him coming out of the bedroom. “Hey, what’s the matter?” I slam the door.

I need to just get my clothes on and leave. There’s a knock, I ignore it.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough on you, I didn’t mean to.” His muffled voice sings from the other side of the door. But I don’t give a shit, I just want the asshole to leave me alone. As soon as I’m dressed, I pull the handle and Aaron almost comes flying into me. I nimbly dodge him and head for the front door, but he grabs my hand to stop me. “Don’t touch me!” I yell at him angrily and he recoils in surprise.

“Hey, I just… “, he begins but I don’t wait for him to finish that sentence and slam the front door open and storm outside.

Smug bastard.