One Shots

Talia sat at the cafe on the corner trying to pay attention to what her date was saying. It was difficult, because Christ almighty did this man have the personality of a styrofoam cup. Such a pity, too, because he was pretty damn handsome, strong jaw, dark hair, nice eyes, good body, the total package. Still, he wasn’t Tom, but maybe that was the point.

She was over that son of bitch, totally and completely. That meant she was going to have a good time if it killed her. She refocused her attention on what the guy was saying. Oh, crap, she thought, what hell was his name again? Ok, that was bad, he had just asked her out yesterday, how did she not remember his name!? Jared? Jimmy? Jack?

Whoever he was, he stopped his soporific yammering and took a drink of water. “Anyway, that’s enough about me. How about you? Does your family live nearby?”

She was about to answer when she heard a gruff voice over her shoulder. “Let’s go, Talia.”

Her date alternated staring at the imposing man in shock and watching Talia’s reaction. She calmly took a sip from her soda straw and turned in her seat. “Fuck off, Tom.”

Now her date was looking at her with wide, surprised eyes, asking, “Do you know this guy?”

“Sadly I do. He’s leaving, don’t worry about him.”

Tom grabbed her arm, but she yanked it back. He let her get away with it, but told her quietly, “I’m not fucking around, Talia. Get up. Now.”

Talia ignored him and turned back towards her date. He might have been dull as a spoon, but he was better than Tom. He had to be. Anyone would be. She had had enough and she was going to get over him, one way or another, right then and there. “I’m so sorry, you asked me about my family, right?”

Her date was now just locking eyes with Tom, who for his part was about two seconds from throwing over that tiny table and hauling Talia out of that cafe kicking and screaming if that’s what it took. He was seething with anger seeing her with another man, but trying to be reasonable. Well, as reasonable as Tom Wilson can be, which isn’t very, truth be told.

He said to her date as more of a command than a question, “Can you give us a minute?”

The handsome man, name still unremembered, stood up immediately. “Yeah, sure, of course. I’m just gonna…” He waved vaguely towards the bathroom and took off. Tom sat down in his place while Talia folded her arms looking anywhere but across the table.

Tom allowed her a moment of pouty silence before he reached for her again. Once more, she leaned back to removed her body from within his reach. “Baby, please don’t be like this.”

“Be like what, Tom? Be over your bullshit? You fucking -” She realized she was starting to shout and lowered her voice, leaning towards him. “You fucking pull this shit on me, again and again and again and I’m supposed to just keep crawling back to you and act like everything's hunky-fucking-dory? Fuck you, Tom. I’ve had enough. I told you, we’re done. Now you can fuck all the little puck sluts you want, guilt free.”

Alright, so she was angrier than he originally thought. He softened even more, reaching out to stroke her bicep with the back of his hand. She let him do it, once, before she reclined back in her chair. “I told you, Talia, I’ve made mistakes, but I’m sorry. I can change. I want to change.”

Talia rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “You are so full of shit. And I’ve heard this from you, about five hundred times. You…I can’t do this anymore. I can’t ache for you anymore. I can’t cry for you anymore. This isn’t gonna work.”

“Don’t say that, we’re perfect together.”

“Were perfect. For a while anyway. Just…please go.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

“Fine, stay. Finish my date for me.” Talia stood, pulling a few bills from her purse and tossing them on the table before heading towards the door. She felt slightly bad for what’s his name, but not very. Not like she was planning on sleeping with him or even seeing him again after this. She felt Tom hot on her heels and turned around to shove him back. “Get away from me, I mean it.”

She stepped out into the warm spring night and headed south, walking as fast as her four inch heels allowed, cotton dress billowing in the wind she was kicking up. She just knew he was behind her and now that they were free of the prying eyes in the restaurant she turned around to face him on the practically deserted street.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

He looked almost sincere when he told her, “Because I love you, Talia. I can’t let you go. I need you, baby.”

She couldn’t let him soften her, absolutely could not let that happen. She hardened her heart by remembering all the rumors, the anonymous phone calls, the lipstick stains, and pitying looks from his teammates. All the I love yous in the world couldn’t make those things okay. Not anymore. “Right, I guess you needed all those other girls, too, huh?”

“I told you -”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember, you’re sorry, you’ll change. Whatever. You know…if you were physically capable of keeping your dick in your pants, I’d consider forgiving you, yet again. But I don’t think you are. You have a serious problem. Get some therapy, call me when you’re stable and we’ll see how I feel about you then.”

She turned to hail a cab, but he had her arm again and once his fingers wrapped around her small limb she was unable to overpower him. She let him turn her, putting her hand on his chest to keep at least a little distance between them. Bad move, because his body was warm and hard under that thin shirt and it was reminding her of just how weak she could be when it came to this man. Still, she kept her palm against his pectoral muscle and tried to recall how to breath like a normal human who was not in love with a man who was so terribly wrong for her.

Tom’s voice was soft and low. “Talia…please. I know I don’t deserve it because I’m a fucking asshole, but I’m being serious right now. I can’t do this alone. I do need you. I’ll do anything to make this right and I swear to fucking God, I’ll be a new man. You have to give me a chance to show you that I really can change. And those other girls…come on, you know they never meant anything to me.”

What a idiot. What a total fool. He almost had her. She was so close to giving in, again. But then he just had to mention the other girls instead of leaving it unspoken. She pushed off his chest when he wasn’t expecting it and managed to get her arm free while he was busy being caught off balance.

“Nice speech, Tom. But to tell you the truth, the real reason I left is because the sex was always subpar and I think I can do better. Goodnight.”

She knew that comment was asking for trouble and she tried to put distance between them, walking quickly away and not looking back. She went half a block, almost sure he hadn’t followed her when she felt his hands on her back, shoving her down an alleyway.

Nearly stumbling, she turned to face him, angrier than ever. “Goddamn, you’ve got some nerve putting your fucking hands on me like that.”

“I plan to do more than that.” He lunged, grabbing hold of her small body and ramming her back against the rough bricks of the building.

She struggled under his hold, as useless as it was. “Get off of me.”

“No.” Even in heels she was several inches shorter than him and he bent to force his mouth against hers.

Talia remained tight lipped, thrashing her head around and still trying to break free of him. He released one of her arms and grabbed hold of her jaw. “Open your fucking mouth.”

She spat back with venom, “Fuck you, Tom.”

He kissed her again, snaking his thumb between their lips to pry her jaw open and then force his tongue into her mouth.

She thought about biting him, then she did, snatching his lip between her teeth unless she tasted the coppery red blood flow from it.

He pulled back again, just smiling. “There she is, my little minx that I love so much.”

With her arm still free, she slapped him clean across the face when he came in to kiss her again. “I hate you.”

Flipping his hair back after her forceful whack had sent it off balance, he simply grinned at her again. “You don’t mean that.” He pushed his hips against hers, letting her feel the rock hard erection he was sporting. “And I know you didn’t mean what you said before.”

Not able to meet his eyes, she looked to the side and said, “I did mean it. You’re a pathetic lover. Now get off of me.” She gave him another shove, but his hand was still attached to her arm, so he bounced right back towards her.

He grabbed her face with both hands now, forcing their eyes to meet, pushing at her delicate neck until her head almost hit the wall, but he didn’t allow that to happen. She grabbed his forearms, digging her nails in until he almost thought about letting go. Instead, he kissed her again, finding her lips now easier to part with his tongue.

She kept her hold tight on his arms, trying to fight this, fight him, even though she knew it was no use. In that moment, she did hate him, but she hated herself more for also loving him. He knew it, knew every thought in her head and that was why she could never seem to let him go. He broke from her lips. “Tell me you love me.”

She told him again, her voice less sure, now shaking from frustration and more than a little arousal. “Fuck you, Tom.”

He heard the shift, knew he was close, so close to having her where he needed her. Tom put his mouth on her neck, grinding his hips against her as he went. She didn’t want to, but a harsh breath was expelled from her mouth, followed quickly by a soft moan. He knew just how to do this to her, make her forget every shitty thing he ever did or said, make her weak and vulnerable, and it was as easy as a few tongue strokes on her neck and his big beautiful body overpowering hers.

Her fingers loosened against his massive forearms, her voice was lower than a whisper against his ear. “Fuck me. Tom…”

He didn’t even consider gloating, but simply shoved his hands under her dress to grab her ass and lift her up, back against the wall, her core against his abs as she wrapped her legs around him. Her hands rested on his shoulders, hesitantly as if her body, like her mind, knew this was an awful idea. His kiss muddled her thoughts again, his wicked tongue drawing pleasure from her mouth as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her ass bared by a thong.

She relented, rubbing her hands along his upper back until they met and clasped together. He wasted no more time, but just ripped the flimsy fabric of her panties and tossed it on the ground.

Still kissing her while Talia rubbed her exposed pussy against his abdomen, Tom unbuckled his pants and freed his cock for a split second before he entered her almost violently. Talia gasped, feeling the familiar ache of him between her thighs and also in her heart.

He held still, letting her eyes open to meet his. She felt like slapping him again, or simply bursting into tears, maybe both. Then again, she also wanted to feel the sweet release of coming around his cock. The man never let her feel empty, emotionally or physically, that much was always true. That was the problem, she felt too much with him, everything magnified to an unmanageable level. How could anyone stay sane under those conditions.

She breath shook, her voice weak. “I still hate you.”

He shook his head, not smiling anymore. “No, you don’t.” He thrust up into her, forcing her back to scrape and burn. “This is where you belong, with me, like this, pissed off…” He thrusted again. “Fighting and bloody…” His cock went deeper and Talia whined out a moan. “You and me, just like this, always, baby. It’s what we both need.”

An objection formed on her tongue, but she swallowed it down when he set to work fucking her against the wall in that alley, in full view of anyone who might walk by. Shockingly, that was the least of their concerns. Tom needed her to know that he wasn’t going to stop, this fucking or his pursuit, until she took him back and Talia was battling her mind and body, both of which wanted this so desperately and also rejected it for so many intelligent reasons.

Tom was viscous, fucking her the way she always loved, hard and rough, sure to be bloody and bruised afterwards and for days after that. She closed her eyes, loathing the beautiful sight of his sweat dampened hair and red, panting mouth. She felt his fingers digging into her skin, the jagged bricks dragging along the skin of her back and ass leaving her raw.

Tom experienced much softer sensations, her creamy thighs bracing his hips and the wet, warm give of her pussy squeezing his cock. She refused to look at him and he could feel her holding back her normal moans and exaltations.

He kissed her again, one hand on her neck, the other on her thigh, his hips taking over, his body on autopilot He didn’t need to think about how to push her buttons, hit all those hidden spots on her skin that only he knew about. They had been doing this for too long, too many times. As much as she might have wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from coming, from letting him give her pleasure. In spite of what she had said, he had always been too good at this.

Tom released her mouth, brushed his thumb along her bottom lip to wipe away the blood that had found it’s way there from his mouth to hers during the kiss. “Talia.”

She finally looked at him, tears in her eyes. “Tom…please.”

He was doing everything he could, fucking her just right, holding her perfectly. “What more do you need?”

“Just…please don’t let me down again. My heart can’t take it, baby. It really can’t.”

He pressed them closer together against the wall, turned his long, hard strokes into short, shallow, frantic ones. He kissed the side of her mouth, then the other, took her breath between his own lips and savored it. “Tell me you love me. Please.”

“Tom…you know I do, I always do. I fucking love you. No matter how much it hurts. I love you.”

As proof, she started to come, tightening around his cock until he could hardly move inside her. Her moan was more of a whimper, ripe with sadness. He released along with her, gathering her up in his arms and holding her as if they were comfy in bed and not fucking in a dirty alley next to a garbage can.

He set her down on wobbly legs, ran a gentle hand down her tender back. Talia wouldn’t look at him again so he tilted her chin up. “I promise. That was the last time I’ll ever give you a reason to leave me. Just come home.”

I promise. I’m sorry. I’ll change. Those other girls meant nothing. How many more lies would he tell her before she finally left for good? Hard to say. Some people, though, they sink underneath your skin and refuse to let you live in peace. Talia didn’t believe him, but she still wanted to believe him, which she supposed meant she wasn’t quite done with him. Lies or not, she took his hand and let him lead her home.

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