5 comments/ 15580 views/ 6 favorites Post-Breakup By: the_doll Three days after their breakup, she agrees to meet him for a walk. By the time they reach the river, she is already regretting it. She hates having to be the one to be strong, to say no. They are walking in awkward silence. His eyes are damp with frustration and unshed tears, so she avoids looking at him. Instead, she looks down at the flowers in her arms, shifting them so that they become a barrier between them. He has never bought her flowers before. She opens her mouth, to suggest they turn around and walk back, and go their separate ways, when he stops and grabs her arm, pulling her off the path. The flowers fall to the ground, and she looks back at them as he pulls her into the trees. He stops, and grabs her chin with his free hand and forces her to look up and meet his demanding gaze. "I want you." He says forcefully, his fingers digging into her jaw, not letting her look away. She shifts in discomfort, trying to shake her head, trying to step back.His fingers on her arm and her face won't let her move. Instead, he steps closer. She opens her mouth to repeat everything she has said already; the reasons she left him, the reasons they won't work. He blocks her words with a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and taking what she is no longer willing to give. For a moment, her hands remain at her sides in shock, but then she is pushing against his chest. "No, no, Nate," she protests against his insistent mouth. "Let me show you that I want you." He reaches both hands up to caress her face, and his lips travel over her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. "No, Nate." She says, sadly, her hands against his chest trying to push him back. "It's too late." "It's not!" He yells it, forcefully, and she can hear the pain in his voice. His caress turns violent, he is holding her face too tightly now. His hands are shaking, his fingers applying enough pressure to bruise her pale, sensitive skin. His lips are on hers again, desperate, forcing her mouth open. His tongue forces hers to respond, their rhythm more a fight than a dance. "No," she begs, her words almost indistinguishable against his mouth. "Yes." He grabs her hair and forces her head back, his lips making a damp trail down her neck that causes her to shudder. "It's not a good idea," she whispers. He ignores her, his lips moving across her chest. He moves one hand free from her hair, wrapping her dark curls around his other wrist so that he controls her movement. With his free hand he pushes down her tank top, and her bra, exposing her breasts. "Oh, Elle," he moans, before his lips find her breasts; kissing, sucking, nibbling. He takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to draw a gasp from her, before he rolls it gently between his teeth. His free hand squeezes and massages her other breast, his palm rubbing against the peak of her nipple. He steps back, letting go of her hair and breast, and grabs her top and bra, pulling them down to her waist in one forceful movement. He tucks his thumbs into her shorts and underwear and pulls all her clothes down together, following them with his lips until he is on his knees in front of her. He pushes her legs apart and she is forced to step out of the restraint of her clothes, leaving them in a pile at her feet. His tongue finds her, and he moans again as he discovers how wet she is. He grabs her bum and pulls her against him, so that his face is buried in her. His tongue is insistent, moving hard and fast against her. He hands are in his dark, curling hair, her head is thrown back, all protests gone. Her legs begin to shake, and he plunges two fingers inside her as she comes. Almost immediately, he pulls them out, dragging them forward and across her clit as he stands. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down, along with his boxers. They are around his ankles, but he doesn't bother to step out of them. She barely has a moment to register how aroused he is before he picks her up and slides her on top of him. He legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. His hands are on her bum, supporting her, and moving her up and down against him. His pelvic bone rubs against her still-sensitive clit. His lips are on hers, still demanding, insistent, taking from her even as he gives. Her aroused nipples are rubbing against his chest. The contact of skin on skin, and the tickle from his dark chest hair, send tingles down her body, between her legs where his cock moves inside of her. She moans and his fingers grasp her more tightly, pulling her harder against him and his cock deeper inside her. She speeds up the movement of her hips against him, she is so close. They are both panting, their mouths still pressed against each other. Her legs tighten and she comes again, screaming his name, not caring that they are still outside, just off the path. He falls to his knees, still inside her, and falls to the ground on top of her. He plunges in and out of her, and she uses her legs to pull him deeper inside of herself. His hands are on either side of her face, the muscles and sinews straining and he pushes himself deep into her. She moves her hands from his hair, letting them run all over his body, grabbing his bum and squeezing hard, pulling him down, hard. He plunges into her with force and his face contorts as he comes, releasing himself inside her. "Elle. Elle. Elle." He repeats her name over and over as plunges into her again, more gently, before collapsing, spent. He rolls off of her, pulling her against his side, caressing her exposed breast as she rests her head on his heaving chest. They lay like that, silent, for several minutes, recovering. Then Elle remembers where they are, just off a public path, and leaps up to get dressed. Nate follows suit, more slowly, less worried about being caught. He takes her hand and leads her back onto the path, picking up the abandoned flowers. As she takes them from him, he pulls her against him, crushing the flowers between them. "I want you," He says, his voice low and husky, almost growling. "I will keep showing you, if you let me. I will never take you for granted again." He kisses her again, hard, letting his hand roam down her back and over her bum, his fingers slipping up the bottom of her shorts, pushing aside her panties to find her still wet for him. She can feel him, hard again, against her stomach, and she nods. She can't find any words, any reasons why not. They walk back, but don't go their separate ways. Post-Breakup Best Friend "Come on bro, take another shot," I said to my friend Drew as I passed him another shot glass full of Fireball. He threw the shot back into his throat and went back to staring at the floor in front of him. Drew had just found out that his girlfriend Hannah had been cheating on him for months so my friend, Sam, and I were trying to cheer him up with a little heavy drinking. As the night went on, though, Drew just seemed to get worse and worse the more we drank in Sam's basement. Eventually, Sam decided that it was a lost cause and excused himself to go to bed. Drew and I stumbled over to the two couches in Sam's living room and laid down, silently. "Hey Jake," Drew said after a few minutes. I shot up, and looked at Drew. This was the first time he had really said anything all night. "Yeah bud. What's up?" Drew lied in silent for a few minutes before he was able to choke out: "What's wrong with me? What did I do wrong?" I could hear Drew's voice cracking as he asked me the questions, so I shot up and walked over to the couch he was on. "Dude, nothing is wrong with you. She's just a cheating bitch. You can't beat yourself up about this." As I finished talking though, Drew completely broke down. He was sobbing uncontrollable. So I grabbed around him and pulled him into a hug. He gripped the back of my shirt tightly with both hands and really pulled me in close while his body convulsed from the tears. He pressed his hot, wet face into my shoulder and I immediately started rubbing his back to try to calm him down. "It's alright, Drew. You'll get through this. You'll get over this. You're a good guy, anyone would be happy to be with you," I said, trying to say anything that could possibly calm him down a little. I felt his body stop shaking as he pulled away from the hug. I could see the streaks of tears down his face, which was still contorted from the crying. "You okay?" I asked him as he sat a few feet away from me. He looked up at me without responding. He didn't really look that sad anymore, but he just stared at me through the dark room. As he looked at me, I felt the hairs on the back of my next stand up. His face wasn't showing sadness anymore. He almost looked angry to me, but then I realized that it was hunger. Drew dove at me and pressed his mouth into mine as he knocked my back down against the couch, with his body on top of mine. I couldn't believe this. What was he doing? I squirmed to try to break free but he grabbed each of my wrists with his hands and pinned them besides me. When did he get so strong? I wondered to myself as I kept trying to fight him off. "What are you doing?" I groaned as soon as I was able to get my face away from his. "Open your mouth," he demanded, still looking at me like a wolf looks at its prey. I opened my mouth to object but as I did it, he shoved his face back into mine and I felt his tongue probe the inside of my mouth. His tongue immediately collided with mine as he worked his mouth into mine. I could feel him breathing warm air onto my face through his nostrils. He bit down on my bottom lip as he pulled his face away from mine again. I heard myself moan involuntarily as he released it. I looked up into his face and it had softened. Then, before what I knew what I was doing, I pushed my face into his. Was I actually kissing him back? Our tongues collided again and this time, I allowed myself to take part in it. There was something so heated about what was happening, I felt myself enjoying it and not even asking why. I had never thought of Drew this way. I had never thought of any guy this way and as far as I knew, neither had he, but that didn't seem to stop us. He released my wrists and I immediately moved my hands up his muscular arms and onto his back. When did he become so muscular? I wasn't paying any attention to where his hands were until I felt something tightly grab my dick from the outside of my shorts. I pulled away from his mouth as I groaned loudly. I hadn't even realized how hard I was until this moment. As I had my head cocked back, Drew moved his mouth to my neck and bit down with force. I heard myself practically scream as I felt his teeth sink into me. Before I could say anything, he pulled off and gently kissed the spot he had just bitten. I realized how hard I was breathing when I grabbed his face and pulled it back into mine. I felt his hand release my hard cock for a second before feeling it slide under the waist of my shorts and grab my cock dead on. I knew that I was dripping in pre-cum because his hand slid smoothly down the length of my cock. I moved my hands down his back, trying to dig my nails in so that I could make him feel a little pain too, but he didn't seem to notice. When I got to the bottom of his shirt. I realized that I wanted him naked. I wanted his hot, muscular body pressed against mine. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up. He sat up to pull the rest of his shirt off and while he did this I started pulling on the waist of his jeans. "Someone is a thirsty little slut," Drew said as his muscular body expanded on top of my with each breath. I stared up at him in aw. I wanted him so much in that second and he just sat there staring at me, the hungry look back in his eyes. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans slowly. "You want this cock don't you?" The way he was talking to me felt wrong, demeaning, but in that minute I did want his cock. I wanted him so much that nothing else was going through my head. Drew stood up next to the couch and slowly unzipped his pants. Then he bent down quickly, pulling his pants down along with his briefs. When he stood back up straight his hard dick flew up and slapped his stomach. I could feel my mouth drop open as I stared in Drew and all his glory. His cock looked like it was over eight inches long and looked as thick as a soda can. The skin above his cock was smooth and quickly transitioned into a hard six-pack. Above his six-pack were too bulging pecs. "You gonna get naked, bitch?" When Drew asked this I snapped back into focus. I felt my lips twinge in a smile and I quickly ripped off my shirt. I stood up to throw my shorts to the ground and as soon as I was naked Drew grabbed my throat and threw me back down to the couch. I gasped, but quickly my mouth was again filled with Drew's tongue. Drew grinded his cock against mine and I was moaning in pure ecstasy. I then felt Drew working his hand down my smooth body, for a second I thought about how thin I was compared to him but when his hand grabbed my dick, I moaned again and forgot all about it. Drew's hand only stayed on my cock for a second though, before we moved down lower. I felt him pull my hair back with one hand as he squeezed my balls with his other hand. I pulled my head back and let out a growl. I heard him chuckle before he began sucking on the underside of my chin. His hand let go of my balls and again was moving lower. After a second I felt his finger on my hole. "Wait," I gasped as I felt him putting pressure on my ass with his finger. Drew pulled his finger away and also stopped sucking on my neck. "You don't call the shots, bitch," Drew said. I looked at his face and he was grinning, but still with the hungry look in his eyes. He stuck his index and middle finger in his mouth and sucked on them for a second before pulling them out and putting them right back against my hole. This time he didn't give me time to object and he shoved both fingers in my hole. I felt myself let out a little scream. Even though he got his fingers wet with his spit, it still hurt to have them inside me. He kissed my cheek softly before shoving them further into me until his entire fingers were completely inside of me. I was gasping heavily and groaning, but I felt my cock dripping wet and pulsating against his hard schlong. I heard him laughing in my ear at my loud groans, which forced a smile on my mouth. Drew started moving my fingers in and out slowly. Although it hurt at first, it now felt amazing. I wanted his fingers to pound my hole. But after a few minutes, he ripped them out and stood up again. I was about to ask what he was doing when I felt his hard schlong slap my face. "Are you gonna suck it or what?" Drew asked, while rubbing his precum all over my face with the tip of his cock. I didn't even think about the question, I just opened my mouth and took in the head of his cock. The head alone almost filled my mouth. His precum tasted so sweet as his cock rubbed against my taste buds and I could smell the sweaty musk coming off of his cock. I forced myself to take more of his cock in, but apparently I wasn't taking enough in because Drew grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled my face further onto his cock until I was gagging. I opened my eyes and saw that I still only had about half of his cock in my mouth. Drew quickly started fucking my throat, pushing more and more of his cock down my throat each time. I started breathing out of my nose and relishing in the fact that Drew was fucking my face. His cock filled my mouth with such a great taste that I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone else. I opened my eyes and looked up to him to see that he was smiling as he looked down into my eyes as he fucked my face. Drew then put one last thrust into my face until my nose was pressed against his hard stomach and he stayed there with his cock buried down my throat for a few seconds. I waited for my throat to be filled with cum, but it never came. Drew pulled his whole cock out of my mouth grabbed my chin and pulled it up so I was facing him again. "You like that don't you?" "Please Drew," I gasped. "Let me taste your cum. I want more. Don't stop. Please." "You are so hot when you beg," Drew said. He then knelt down in front of me and then again using his strength that I didn't know he had, he threw me around so I was on all fours with my ass facing him. He pressed his body up against me so his mouth was up to my ear and his fat cock was in between my two ass cheeks. Then he whispered in my ear, "but I want something more too". Drew pulled away and I heard him spit on his hand before rubbing it against my hole. I moaned from the tingling feeling this was giving me. Was he planning on fucking me? I didn't think my as could take it. I heard him spit again and when I looked back he was rubbing his saliva all over his cock. "You ready for me, bitch?" he asked. I wanted to say no, but the way he was looking at me had me completely transfixed. It was like he owned me and I was willing to do whatever he wanted. "Please fuck me Drew," I said in a whiney voice I didn't recognize. Drew wasted no time. He pressed the head of his monster against my hole and slowly pushed it in past my ring of muscle. I was immediately filled with hot, stinging pain and put my head down so he wouldn't hear me whimper. Drew didn't stop though, he just kept pushing more and more of his cock into my hole. I was still feeling the hot pain, but it was accompanied by something else: a warm sense of fullness. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to own my ass. Drew just kept pushing more and more of his cock into me for what felt like hours. Then finally I realized he was all inside of me when he stopped pushing. "You okay?" he asked, but before I could answer I felt him pull his cock halfway out of my ass and then jam it back in. I heard myself let out a scream, but it wasn't pained, it was filled with enjoyment. Drew then started going at an even pace. Pulling halfway out before plunging his huge cock back into me. With each thrust, I felt his cock pound into my prostate, forcing me to release a deep moan of pleasure. After a few minutes he picked up the pace so that he was hammering my ass as fast as he could; taking almost his entire cock out each time before hammering it back in. I felt myself throwing my ass back to meet his cock with each thrust. Our bodies make a smacking sound every time they collided and the room was filled with both of our pants and moans. After a while of him pounding me, I felt his hand lift me from around my neck and pull my body up so I was just on my knees while he pounded into me. Me grabbed the underside of my chin and turned my face towards him so he could put his tongue back in my mouth. I was filled with such an overwhelming sense of pleasure to have him inside of me. His godlike body pressed against mine while our tongues danced in each other's mouths. Drew pulled away from the kiss quickly and pressed me back down onto all fours as he picked up the pace again. "Fuck, FUCK!" I heard him yell from behind me. I knew what was coming and before I could prepare for it, Drew shoved his cock as deep into my hole as he could, causing us both to moan loudly. I felt my hole warming with hot liquid as he shot stream after stream of his hot cum into my hole. This sent my own body over the edge. I felt my own cum shoot up on my chest and drip on to the floor below us. Drew pulled out to put a few more slow thrusts into me before letting his cock slip out of my hole. I lay on the floor panting as I looked up at his at his glorious body again. Drew pulled my lips into his and gave me a soft kiss before pulling away. I watched as he slowly got dressed in front of me and lay back down on the couch. I decided I better clean up the floor where I had came and clean myself up before getting dressed again. After I was clean and dressed I looked over to Drew one last time. He was breathing slowly and clearly asleep. I lay down on my own couch and thought for awhile before going to sleep. Was this going to be a regular occurrence? Why had I enjoyed that so much? How did Sam not wake up to that? I know we were making a lot of noise. Before I could think too hard on it, though, I drifted off to sleep; only a few feet away from the best fuck I had ever had.