Page 22 of Screwed
It takes all my self-control, not to beat him within an inch of his pathetic life. Grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket, I pull him toward me, breathing heavily against his face. “Watch who you’re talking to Stu. I’m not some fucking kid you can spew your hate on. I’ll fucking own your ass if you aren’t careful and we both know how easily I can make it happen. Keep your personal feelings the fuck out of this,” I whisper, full of fury. Pushing him away from me, he hits into the table. I straighten my jacket, never once breaking eye contact.
“Stu, everything alright?” Roger asks.
“Everything is fine,” I reply, anger boiling inside.
Walking away from the table, I punch the wood on the door, causing it to fly open. People are staring and I’m sure as soon as my back is to them, they are whispering about what a prick I am and they’d be right.
I slam my office door closed, crossing to my desk. Standing in front of it, I grip onto the edge and close my eyes. Stu, knows how to push my buttons and he fucking does it each time I see him. I’d give anything to go back to that room and beat the shit out of him, watching him beg me to spare his life.
“Mr. Tate, would you like me to bring in the paperwork now,” Romona calls through the intercom.
Snapping my head toward the intercom, I knock it off my desk and watch it crash to the floor. “Fuck,” I yell.
**
Leaving work I’m no less enraged than I was this morning. Gripping the steering wheel, my tense body burns with the need for release and there is only one person who I want. Pulling up to the house the relief I feel when I see Jana’s car floods me. Pushing the car door open, I walk toward the house.
“Hey, I ordered pizza for dinner,” Jana says as she walks into the living room with a smile on her beautiful face.
I don’t say a word, I push her against the wall and slam my mouth onto hers, pinning her arms above her head. This kiss is hard and damaging, exactly how I need to fuck her. Keeping one hand around her wrists, I break the kiss and rub my thumb across her bottom lip. Her head drops back, hitting the wall, as her chest rises and falls rapidly with her arousal.
Reaching down, I yank off her blue scrub bottoms and panties, letting them fall around her ankles. I spin us around and bend her over the arm of the couch, while I free my heavy cock. Quickly rolling on a condom, I smack her ass and slam into her without any warning.
“Fuck,” she screams, as I pound into her.
I gather her hair in one hand and yank her head back, never slowing my pace. I’m taking out my rage on her, fucking her with the determination of finding my release as fast as possible. This isn’t a fantasy, this is a necessity. I need this release to clear my head of the thoughts that I’ve been trying to bury most of my life.
Tightening my grip on her hair, I reach around and rub her clit.
“Fuck, Shawn. I’m going to come,” she pants out.
Lifting my hand, I come down on her ass with a hard smack and she screams out in pain. My balls are tightening as I grab her ass, sinking my fingers in. My release is getting ready to rip through me, but I need her to come first. I rub her clit almost as fast as I’m fucking her and I feel her pussy tighten around me.
“Oh my god,” she shouts, as she comes all over my cock.
Grabbing onto her ass with both hands, I slam into her a few more times before my release finally rips me apart, and everything I was feeling when I walked in the door begins to disappear. Resting my chest against her back, we both take a few minutes to catch our breaths.
“That was,” she begins and turns her head, searching my face. “Shawn, are you ok?”
I stand up and tuck myself away, and being the asshole I am, I leave her half naked, bending over the couch, as I walk down the hall to take a shower.
Chapter Ten
Jana
After Shawn did the fuck and run, I got dressed and sat down on the couch. My ass still stung from his hard smack, but it was worth it. I was hurt at first and the longer I sat there I started to get pissed. Now, however, I’ve moved on to feeling sorry for him. He didn’t utter two words to me, yet fucked me like he needed me to breathe.
Sighing, I get up and go take a shower. Once I’m out, I pull on my panties and oversized tee shirt. I don’t go into my room though. Standing outside Shawn’s door, I pause for a minute and hope I’m not going to make this worse by going in. The longer I stand here, the more I think this is what he needs. He needs someone to show they care, to show him they aren’t going to run when he’s in this weird way.
With confidence, I open the door and walk in. He’s lying in bed, but lifts his head when he hears the door close. I don’t say anything as I pull back the comforter and lay down next to him. When he doesn’t tell me to get the hell out, I move closer, resting my head on his solid chest. As soon as I do, he wraps his arms around me, holding tightly onto me.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I whisper.
“Nothing to talk about, Jana.”
“One day you are going to need to, and when you do I’ll be here. You aren’t going to push me away, Shawn, because I’ll push back.”
He presses a soft kiss to the top of my head, before resting his chin on it. “I don’t need to push you away sweetheart, you’ll know when it’s time to go.”
