Someone Else

She knew who it was before she even got up to answer the door. Her heart was exploding with sadness and that was when he usually showed up to make it worse.

"You shouldn’t be here," she lied, as she opened the door and held it in front of her, her last attempt at resisting the temptation to let him in.

"As if it ever mattered to us," he answered intently, while his dark eyes held hers hostage and his hand reached for her arm, bringing her out of hiding as his sensual persistence usually did. He closed the door behind him, allowing the air to blow into her apartment, causing his potent cologne to envelop her senses and her wall of resistance to crumble even further.

"It's not completely over," she warned him, as if it would make a difference. He was touching her cheek now, palming the flushed skin in his rugged hand and she felt her self-control diminish almost immediately. It was ironic how she chose to cure her sadness with the same person who planted the seed of sorrow to begin with. She was used to the kind of pain he made her feel, and it was moments like this were she questioned why she ever thought she'd be able to get away from it, or him for that matter.

"That never stopped us before," he reminded her, with a cocky grin, right before he took her lips and rendered them under his mercy. Her insides turned into a blazing fire of desire instantly and she felt her hands reach to rid him of his jacket, while he was busy grinning with victory against her lips. She pushed at his chest, he pulled at her waist. After all these years, their bodies still played this game relentlessly, blindly ignoring the horror show that came after they watched each other leave time and time again.

Her tears spilled from her eyes as the last of her resolve left her body and she let him rip her blouse apart, his eager lips leaving hers to trail down to her exposed breasts. He took the hardened peaks into his mouth, tugging and nibbling, inflicting sparks of pain and soothing strokes of pleasure with his tongue. Her mind was now a haze of lust as she felt how hard his cock was as it poked against her stomach. She reached for it, and brought it out of its restraints after tugging his pants down. His shaft was already swollen and ready for her, his tip dripping with pre-come and she used it to stroke him, giving him a taste of his own painful medicine.

"Stop," he growled into her ear, but he knew she wasn't going to. He brought out the worst in her, and she wasn't the type to listen. It caused them to get on a roller coaster of highs and lows in their relationship, yet here they were, insisting on leaving their safety belts off before the ride even started.

"Say it. I need to hear you say it," she ordered against his cheek, as she held him at her mercy this time, her hand stroking his shaft, and massaging his stiff balls. His hands cupped her cheeks softly before he rested his forehead against hers and his fingers weaved into her hair, tugging at her waves whenever she managed to rub the tip of his cock.

"It won't make you feel any better," he reasoned as he grunted and thrusted himself faster into her hands. She reached to brush her lips against his before taking a bite, daring him to honor her request. When he gripped her waist and pushed her hard up against the wall, she smirked at his desperate need to stay in control. He always forgot neither of them had much of it when it came down to their explicit encounters. Whether they were right or wrong, underneath tables at restaurants trying to keep their hands to themselves or behind closed doors during dinner parties while their partners mingled with the rest of the guests, their steaming chemistry never allowed logic to take over. Adding love into the mix only made their storm more catastrophic.

He'd always been in the back of her mind, at the beginning of every bad thing she'd ever been forced to deal with. He was the first and last thought during a crisis and she only wished he could've had the same crippling affliction she had been condemned with every time they said goodbye.

"Nothing you ever do does," she responded crisply, and it caused the right reaction out of him. He wrapped her legs around his waist and drilled his cock into her wetness. He wasn't gentle. And loving him never had been.

Nothing got better after he left, no matter how hard he willed it to be. She'd hoped forgetting he ever existed would help her heart realize she could do better, feel better without him around. But it didn't matter what she did to rid her of his imprint on her. He was always there, in person or in memory, making sure she remembered he had ruined her enough to know she'd never love anyone else like she loved him again.

He fucked her up against the wall. Hard and deep, leaving marks and scars on whatever skin he hadn't left his trademark on as of yet. And when she cried out and damned his name into the humidity surrounding them, he carried her into her bedroom and dropped her onto the sheets she slept in with her now ex-fiance. He'd just finished humiliating her in front of their guests by telling her he didn't want to go through with their wedding at their engagement party nonetheless. She should've been mortified, devastated even. The truth was, she'd been relieved.

Her eyes had been drifting towards the man hovering over her body all night, and while her clit had always throbbed in his presence, she tried to compose herself. How would she look sharing lustful glances with her fiance's best man during their engagement reception?

Her fiance had called off their engagement, not their relationship. Or so she hoped. She needed him to help her stay away from the same man who was rubbing her clit in teasing circles while his cock pounded into her. She spent years in the company of different men, doing whatever it took to scrub the aftertaste of love gone wrong from her body and her heart.

She now realized she’d been a fool to believe she could ever erase how much she enjoyed being his favorite regret.

"I love you," she shot into his ear, and his entire body tensed with pent up resentment. He hated her just as much as she did him, despite their adulterous actions never showing it. Even now as she felt him stretch her inner walls and roll inside of her even deeper, making her gasp out loud as he stroked at her clit faster. He always fucked her with as much hate as he could spare, and she loved him all the same.

"Fuck you," he fired back, his voice breaking with husk and his eyes piercing hers in surrender as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and thrusted his way into his climax. She joined him in their own bubble of passion and release with her own mind-blowing orgasm and tried to catch her breath as they both panted heavily and allowed their bodies to rest against each other's. He tucked her hair behind her ear before he devoured her lips and she kissed away the tears streaming down his cheek, before he lifted himself off her body and pulled her on top of him.

"You always did enjoy hurting me," he stated, while he leaned in to kiss her and began to move inside of her again.

"You're the only person I've ever known who could take as much pain as you give," her words caused him to drive into her hard, forcing her to groan with pleasure.

"I never knew that until I fell in love with you," he whispered into her ear, as she buried her forehead against his neck. The closer he held her against his heart, the more he plunged into her, desperately trying not to let his love for her consume him once again. She would wish him luck, but they both knew it wouldn't work. The more they tried to deny their suffocating love, the more it deprived them of air and any chance at happiness.

"Be someone else tonight? Someone you wanted to be before I ruined you," she begged as she felt his cock ram into her once again, reminding her he wasn't the only one who took joy in hurting those closest to him.

"I love you too," he promised honestly, as her mind began to form the picture of the man she knew he could've been, had he been strong enough to handle what came with unconditional love, and resumed to do as she had asked, fucking her until she herself forgot she was just as much to blame for their doomed romance as he had been.