Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

I cry out again and he joins me this time. Waves of pleasure roll through me, his body jerks and twitches above me. Another orgasm overwhelms me suddenly, my walls milking him for everything he’s got as I feel him pulse and swell.

“Fucking hell, you drained me,” he sighs as he releases my wrists and then lowers his weight down on top of me with a groan.

I think we must have hit a remote because the TV flickers on, blue light filling the room.

I wrap my arms around him, unable to resist the need to hold him close. My hands stroke down his back but his shirt is still between us. We were so desperate for each other we fucked with our clothes still on.

He buries his face against my neck, and right now I wouldn’t move for anything in the world. This is where I belong, right here, with Brett in my arms. The realization hits me so hard it fucking hurts though I

know I should have always known.

“Are you alright?” Brett asks lifting up and looking deep into my eyes as if he can see straight to my soul.

I can’t talk, I feel myself choking up with emotion. I nod my head and Brett frowns.

He reaches over, caressing my cheek. “Are you sure? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to be so rough, you just felt so fucking good.”

I shake my head and take a deep breath, searching for the words. “That was… intense. You didn’t hurt me, it felt insanely good.”

My legs tremble and my walls suddenly spasm with a little aftershock.

Brett was starting to grin but it twists into a tortured groan. He pulls himself out and looks down between us. I watch his eyes fill with horror.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and look down. Did he hurt me? Is there something wrong with me down there? I feel a little tender but nothing abnormal.

My blood freezes and it feels like my heart stops as he looks back up and tells me, “The condom broke.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Brett

Mandy must still remember the layout of the house because I barely see her leaping off the couch and running towards the bathroom in the dark.

A loud, “Ow. Fuck!” comes from her as she bumps into the corner of a wall, then I hear the door slamming shut in the bathroom.

I walk over to the end table and switch on a lamp. Looking down at my cock, the condom band is still wrapped around the base of my still throbbing erection. Fucking organ still wants to be fucking even after it busted the damn rubber made to keep him safe.

I want to chuckle but I am not sure why I would even do that. The sense of dread is starting to build very quickly in me. Fuck, I haven’t had a scare like this since I was a fucking teen, and that was with the exact same girl I am having it with now. How fucked up is that?

I pull the band off of my thick cock and push my dick back into my pants. Yeah, I went commando, and stiff denim material makes it a bit rough as I walk into the kitchen to toss away broken rubber.

Mandy comes out of the bathroom as I walk into the living room. Her eyes are wide and she looks almost in shock. Fuck.

Looking at me she asks, “Could you take me to the pharmacy?”

Why the fuck would we want to go there?

I nod my head and grab my keys. Walking towards her, I reach out to grab her hand but she shies away.

It’s like a huge fucking punch to my stomach.

Did I hurt her? Is that why we are going? I didn’t mean to be so rough, I couldn’t help it though. It was like I was putting myself back into my other half.

I lead us outside to the truck. I don’t think we were even in my house for more than fifteen minutes.

Pulling out onto the street, I look over at her, and I can’t believe how fucking stupid I am. We are going to get one of those morning-after pills. Fuck.

This is not what I want to fucking do. Shit, we don’t even know if it meant anything. It was one fucking time. Shit.