––––––––

“Oh, come on,” I griped, frustrated. “Don’t just fucking kiss it, Shaun!”

I let out a yelp as his teeth connected with the sensitive head of my cock, fingers squeezing my balls in warning. I yanked hard at his hair, looking down at him fiercely, letting him know I was deadly serious.

“I need to ram my dick down your throat and fucking choke you. Stop being a fucking girl and suck me already.”

I thrust my hips forward too hard, pushing into the back of his throat with force. A hard pinch to my leg had me yelping again. I was so goddamned hard, I just wanted to come. Didn’t he get that? I twisted the strands of his hair that I had a hold of, hoping the prick could feel it hurt.

I’d missed the fucker too.

Firm hands pushed at my thighs and Shaun wrestled my fingers from his head, my cock slipping from his mouth as he drew back.

“Fuck you!” he shouted, then wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as he stood.

He pushed me forcefully and with my shorts around my feet, I stumbled backward, falling straight to my arse on the cold floor, my hands behind me breaking most of the fall. He stood before me, angry as hell, tucking his erection into his jeans. He didn’t zip up though - there was still a possibility of getting fucked and forgetting about everything else for a while.

“What?” I asked lamely.

Shaun was no stranger to my dirty mouth or my rough ways, so I was missing something, didn’t understand what his problem was. Leaning over, he pointed a steady finger at me, rage colouring his cheeks, fire in those normally calm eyes of his.

Oh, yes. Angry sex was on the cards.

“What?” This time my question was sharp and unamused.

I took a second to try to figure out how he could have me down his throat one minute then the next I was sitting bare arsed naked on the floor with Shaun spitting fire at me. Hell, no. Wasn’t going down like that. “Five fucking days, Gripp. Where you been, huh?” I deliberately used the old nickname he hated with a passion.

“Cut the Gripp shit. You didn’t want me here, you fucker. I’m not exactly going to stick around and wait for you to ignore me, am I?” He reached down to do up the buttons of his jeans. I really had pissed him off. “You’re such a prick,” he spat at me as he straightened the rest of himself out.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The scenario was ridiculous. I kicked at my feet, my shorts coming loose, then laid back on the floor and continued to tease my cock. If he wasn’t gonna suck me, fuck him, I’d finish myself off. He could stand there and watch if he wanted. I sneaked a peek and leered at him. “You mean this one, baby?”

I was asking for a punch to the face.

Shaun shoved his hands on his hips and tipped his head to the ceiling, blowing out a deep breath. I chanced a look at his buttoned jeans and fuck if I wasn’t happy to see his erection. It was my turn to lick my lips, thudding my head back to the floor, I wanked myself off, my hand twisting and tightening, the sparks starting low in my belly for the second time in as many minutes.

“You’re impossible.”

“Come on, Shaun,” I whined, “cut me a break.”

Ripping his t-shirt upwards and over his head, tattooed skin rippled before me.  Still fizzing, he cursed at the buttons on his jeans while trying to get the rest of his clothes off. Shaun was as naked as I was within a minute. A beautiful sight I’d missed so terribly.

He fell to his knees at my feet and swatted my hand from my cock, then climbed my body, moving upwards until he straddled my chest. Seemed like it was Shaun’s show now, hell - I wasn’t complaining, the man was ferocious when he took over. His hard dick tapped at my chin and I opened in anticipation. Pinning my hands above my head he wasted no time getting into position, aggravation still swirling in the stormy depths of his eyes.

Oh, fuck, yes.

Shaun paused for a second, looking at me in a funny way I couldn’t decipher, then he shoved into me with no refinement whatsoever.

“Take it, bitch,” he growled, angling his hips so he could deep throat me how he pleased. I was just a spectator at that point, gagging and swallowing him down like he was the tastiest thing I’d ever had in my mouth, he probably was. “Who’s choking who now, huh?”

I couldn’t speak with a mouthful of hot flesh, but I think that was his point. I desperately needed some friction of my own, but he paid me no mind, continuing to fuck my face; short sharp jabs in and out that had saliva dribbling down my chin.

There was no warning as thick ropes of cum jetted down my throat, only his hands tightening around my wrists and the salty fluid spurting from my mouth gave any indication Shaun was ejaculating. He pushed in as far as he could and stilled, wiry pubes tickled my nose and I held my breath, trying to swallow while half suffocated with Shaun showing me no mercy. His hips thrust a few more times, his hands relaxing their grip when he leaned his head to mine, the intensity of the moment bleeding away.

When he let go of me, I reached down to his waist, his clammy skin under my fingertips, electric. I must have interpreted the act all wrong - no sooner had he emptied himself, he was up and off, reaching for his clothes, taking me a moment to digest his movements.

“What the hell are you doing, Shaun?” I cried out, willing my jellied bones to co-operate. I might not have come myself, but Shaun always had a habit of rendering me immobile, no matter what we did.

“Leaving,” he stated. Just like that. Like it was no big deal.

“Leaving?” I repeated the dirty word, watching him shoving on his jeans.

“Yip!” Popping the p, he smiled down at me. “Thanks!” He walked from the room.

What the fuck?

Ungracefully climbing from the floor, I chased him down the hallway. The guy was fucking with me, right? Jostling his feet into his trainers I realised a little too late, that no, he wasn’t messing with me, he was really leaving. Throwing his t-shirt over his head and grabbing at the rest of his stuff, he didn’t even look at me as he pulled open the front door. Then left.

He fucking left.

I collapsed down the wall, defeated. He’d left me lying on the floor with cum dribbling down my chin and a half hard cock. Oh, to the fuck no - no way.

No goddamned way.

Thumping my head back against the wooden floor, my skull cracked painfully as I lay sprawled out, frustrated and stunned. Heartbroken. I wouldn’t survive if he truly meant what he’d done.

Hearing the beep of my phone from somewhere, the hallway table I thought, I sat up, rubbing at the back of my head. Scrambling to my feet I frantically searched for it, hoping it was Shaun.

He had to come back. He belonged here. I didn’t want to drive him away, not like that. The days were too long and empty without him. I needed him to come back. He was my everything. I was so over myself.

His name flashed across my screen when I finally found the stupid phone and I huffed out a relieved breath when I opened his message.

Shaun: Open the fucking door!