031211 bite me

Thanks to GingerandGreen for prompt: sudden urge to bite really hard turns a rather dull date into hot, exciting passionate exchange. Go!

1
“Fucking bitch,” I say, looking ’round the lamp aisle.
First was lunch, then parking, now vacation. If I have to work for her, I’ll quit.

2
Hands fisted at my sides, I growl, “Fuck.”
Boss nods. She looks at me, apology written in the thought bubble over her head.
Nails break skin.

3
Blonde newbie watches from flooring. An eyebrow raises as I stalk to the break room.
I slam the door and rage.
Silence breaks with a knock.

4
“What?” I say to the closed door.
“Bea? Wanna talk?”
I breathe deep and open.
Ten kinds of fuckhot wait with hands in pockets, brows furrowed.

5
Jerked by his collar, he impressively keeps his feet, while lips crash into mine.
I hear the door close.
I grip arms.
He moans, mouth open.

6
Teeth clash.
I invade his mouth, his pants, his shirt.
I conquer him again. It’s not enough.
Nails dig into his arms. I pull his shirt off.

7
We’re naked where Lily cut her birthday cake at lunch.
Cold laminate eases my anger less than hungry hands and mouth.
“Is this OK?”
“Fuck, yes!”

8
Metal scrapes rhythmically, but the table holds.
Voices quiet, but hard to contain.
I groan and he pulls me to his chest, muffling the sound.

9
Salt and dark and hard, I taste him.
Not enough, this random coupling, this discreet exchange.
I want to plant my flag, make him mine.
I bite.

10
“Mmm!” Pounding harder, encouraging me to sink deeper.
So hard, yet tender, I find as flesh moulds to my mouth. Smooth and gritty, eager skin.

11
Not enough, this mark.
I taste copper and see comets.
He slumps, mashing us like Bill’s massive burger.
“I’m hungry,” I say.
“Still?” He asks.

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