HAPPIEST WHEN HORNIEST (Five Rough Hardcore Erotica Shorts) (6 page)

His hands squeezed her breasts, and she let out a sigh as he pinched her nipples.  He kept his mouth on hers as he reached down and deftly unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down her jeans.  He pulled his mouth off so he could get her jeans all the way down.  When he saw her bare pussy, he said, “You really needed to get fucked.  Jesus, no panties.”

She sat bolt upright and then rose to her knees.  “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I—” His mouth cut her off again, and she was pissed at him and pissed at herself that each time he kissed her, the anger didn’t seem as important.  She could feel him maneuvering, and by the time he climbed back on the bed and took his mouth from hers, his pants were off.  Her eyes opened wide at the size of him.  He reached out and took her head, pulling her forward, and she leaned in to kiss him, but he pushed her downward.  She was pissed at him, and now his cock was only inches from her face.  “I’m not gonna—” This time, it wasn’t his lips on her mouth that shut her up.

He held the back of her head, gathering her hair together as he pushed in and out of her mouth.  She still felt angry as she put her hand on his shaft and began moving it in time with her mouth.  He let go of her hair, and even though she was angry, she didn’t stop.  She moved her mouth up and down flicking at the head with her tongue.  She took her hand off his shaft and rubbed his balls as she pushed herself all the way down until his cock pressed against her throat and she gagged a little.  She pulled her mouth off, pissed off at him for making her gag, but she began to stroke him again, and noticing his balls, she put her mouth underneath and began to lick at him.  She looked up at him and he seemed like nothing more than a teenage boy, guiltily experimenting with the next door neighbor girl.  She found her anger disappearing and her gaze on him softening.

Of course, that only lasted for a moment because he pulled away from her and pushed her onto her back and she was pissed at him all over again.  She scowled at him, but she adjusted her hips upward as he pulled her ankles apart and pushed into her.  He was nice and big, and she gasped as he slipped in, smiling at him.  Then, she was really angry that he had made her smile, and when he leaned over and she wrapped her legs around his waist and grasped at his shoulders as he moved on top of her, she felt
the anger welling up as she pulled up against him with her legs and pushed up against him with her hips. 
Bastard!  Asshole!

It felt amazing as he pushed in and out of her, and she moaned against him, kissing and licking his earlobes and nibbling his neck.  “Oh, God!  Yes, fuck me!  Fuck me…fuck…me…”  She realized she didn’t know his name and it pissed her off.  She got even more pissed when he whispered to her that his name was James because he could tell what she was thinking. 
Asshole!
“Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me James!  Fuck me!”  He suddenly lifted himself off of her but held her hips as he stood and suddenly she was up at an angle, her head and shoulders on the bed, him standing and pushing into her from that position and it was incredible.  It was good. 
Fucking good, asshole. 
“Oh God! Yes!  Yes!”  He fucked her that way for a while, and when she looked up at him, his face was so full of wonder, like a
braniac
who had scored with the captain of the cheerleading squad and she felt herself losing the anger again.  He really was cute, and the way he was pounding at her was incredible.  She put her hands at below his knees and held on tight as he pushed in and out of her.  She felt herself groaning closer and closer.  Her anger was gone and she knew she would come soon.

Of course she got angry at him again because he flipped her over onto her hands and knees without even bothering to ask if she wanted it that way, and as he plunged into her over and over she thought,
You Prick!
even as she shouted, “Oh God yes!  It feels so good, James.”  He leaned over and grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back, allowing him to push in even deeper. 
Asshole!
  “Oh fuck yes!” 
You bastard!
  “Fuck me!  Fuck me!”

With his hand pulling her head back, she suddenly realized he’d already set up a mirror in front of the bed, and as she watched herself in the mirror, her face glazing over, her mouth alternately opening in a moan, clenching in a growl and licking at her lips, she got angrier. 
What kind of a freak has a mirror up before he ever puts sheets on the bed?
 
Still, she moaned and screamed “Oh Yeah!”  By now, her knees had spread so she was only an inch or so above the mattress as he pumped into her, and he let go of her hair to push her shoulders into the bed.  She wanted to be angry that he’d made it hard to see the mirror, but then she came.

It flowed over her like a river, the waves of it rippling through her like a current of electricity.  She felt it take away the significance of socioeconomic factors contributing to the consolidation of the Ottoman Empire.  She felt it washing away the Machiavellian factors involved in Papal interference with European politics, and she felt it drown the importance of the Holy Roman Empire.  She felt the days upon end that kept her for six months at libraries and with books stacked around her disappear.  She felt it tear away the soreness in her eyes and her neck that came from long hours in front a computer screen.  She screamed a long unintelligible scream as she felt her pussy gripping at James like it would tear his cock right from him.

James continued to pump at her until she thought she couldn’t take another thrust, and that was when he turned her over, pulled her to him, and pushed himself back into her mouth.  She wanted to be angry at him as she felt his hot, salty, semen splash on her tongue, but she found that she couldn’t, and she put her hands on his ass and squeezed him as she sucked and sucked.  She wanted to be angry at him
when he didn’t withdraw his dick and she realized he expected her to swallow, but she wasn’t and she gulped it down.  She wanted to be angry at him when he finally pulled out of her mouth and collapsed next to her on the mattress, but instead, still reeling from the orgasms he had given her, she rolled over and put her head on his shoulder.

She was finally able to muster up a little bit of anger when he got up in about ten minutes and handed her the t-shirt and the jeans, but not much.  She pulled on her clothes and watched him dress.  When he kissed her cheek and said, “There, now you’re all better,” she felt a little flash of anger. 

“Prick,” she said, but it was half-hearted.  He led her to the door and hugged her tight, and she thought it was actually pretty sweet of him to hug her tight and kiss her neck before opening the door for her.  Still…“Asshole.”  He chuckled at her as she said the word while she stepped out and onto his porch.  She smiled at his laugh and was glad that her back was turned so he couldn’t see.  She walked toward her house and sighed.  The afternoon sun would soon give way to the moon, and she hadn’t accomplished a damn thing since 9am.

When she got to her house, her message light was flashing, and her heart sank when she heard her thesis advisor’s voice asking for a call.  She would have to call him and tell him a lie, saying that she was completely ready to go and just hope for the best.  Wearily, still feeling vague traces of her orgasms fluttering beneath her jeans, she dialed his number.  When he answered, she told him she was returning his message.

“Beatrice, thanks for returning my call.”  He sounded strained.  “You know at the political science department, we take deadlines very seriously, right?”  Her heart began to beat wildly.  How could he know she was behind?  How could he possibly know?  “We’re especially interested in the deadline for your thesis because the implications of political issues in Europe over the last nine-hundred years impacting current policy is a brilliant concept.”  How could he know?  She was panicking.

“Are you still there, Beatrice?”

“Yes.  I’m sorry.  I know that deadlines are critical, sir, and I’m very glad you believe my thesis is worthy of the study I’ve put into it.”  She was on the verge of tears.  She would have to submit it again a year from now. 

“Well, Beatrice.  The point is…um…This is embarrassing.  The academic coordinator has accidentally scheduled your thesis defense at the same time that two of the panel members are to present a paper in Geneva.  We’ve talked it over, and you deserve to be heard, so if you insist, we will hold your review as planned.  Still, if you could show extraordinary grace and allow us to set it for the twelfth of next month, the panel members would be very grateful.”

That gave her thirty-two more days.  Thirty-two!  “Well, sir.  Conference’s such as the one in Geneva make our school’s reputation grow and are important.  It will help to make my degree more valuable.  My panel members will also certainly benefit from hearing presentations there as others attending will
benefit from them, and I’m sure I’ll have a class or two with them in the course of my doctorate.  I think my choice is very clear.  I’m happy to present next month.”

When he spoke, he sounded so relieved that she almost giggled.  “Oh, thank you Beatrice.  I hope we’ve not put you out too much.”

“No sir.  In fact, I wanted to go over a few things, and some horribly noisy neighbors were making proofreading difficult.  Now, I can work through it here instead of renting a motel room and setting up my laptop there for the next few days.  I think it worked out well all around for both of us.”

He chuckled.  “You’re just saying that to be kind, Beatrice, but thank you.”

There were a few more pleasantries until they finally hung up.  Beatrice walked to the computer.  She only needed to get about five pages done per day now, and she spent a few hours taking care of her five for the current day.  When she finished, it wasn’t even eight o’clock.  She sat on her couch and then got up and walked onto her porch.  She stared next door.  Nothing.  She kept staring.  Still nothing.  Finally, she fixated on the lawn.  James’ lawn was scraggly and browning.

She walked up to his door and pounded on it.  He opened the door, and she shouted, “Hey!  Don’t you know that we water our lawns in this neighborhood?”

He stared at her in shock.  Then, as comprehension dawned on him, he smiled and pulled her inside the house.