Rolling over, I slowly opened my eyes, noticing that David had left. Of course he left, that’s the arrangement we had. He’d come over, we’d fuck, then he’d leave.

                So why did I feel a pang of sadness? I shook my head as I slowly got out of bed. No need to worry about it. It’s just hormones.

                I slowly trudged into the bathroom, taking a look at myself in the mirror. My mascara was caked around my eyes, my lipstick smeared, and not to mention, my hair was crazy. Sighing, I walked over to the shower and turned it on hot. Time to wash away the scent of David.

                Frowning at my thoughts, I sat on the toilet, waiting for the water to heat up. I was not starting to feel things for David. I couldn’t. We weren’t even friends. Just two people with the same interest that get together every so often to act out our “similar interests.”

                Since I was already naked, I stepped into the shower, sighing as the hot water hit me. I needed to wash away these “feelings.” I couldn’t have them. David would just ultimately hurt me; he could never like someone like me. A whore who sleeps with just about anyone.

                I mentally slap myself, not letting my thoughts go there. I close my eyes as I wash and condition my hair, taking extra time shaving. Once finished, I opened the glass shower door, stepping out into the steam filled bathroom.

                As I wrapped myself in my towel, I screamed as I felt hands on my wrists.

                “Shh, Alex, it’s just me.”

                My jaw dropped as I heard David’s deep bass saying my name. He never said my name; that’s just how he disassociated from what we were doing. And wait- why was he still here? I thought he left.

                “David-“

                “No talking. Drop the towel and face the mirror. Hold on tight to the counter.”

                Trembling, I did as he said. I could feel myself starting to drip with arousal. I wanted to ask him why he was still here, but he gave me a command, I had to follow it.

                I felt his smooth hand trailing along my spine. I pushed back against him, straining for some sort of contact. I whimpered when I felt his palm slap against my ass.

                “Now, now, you know better than that,” he whispered in my ear. “Just hang on, let me do all the work.”

                Closing my eyes, I hung my head, my fingers gripping the counter with all I had. I knew what was coming, I just needed to wait for it.

                I could feel the tip of his erection at my entrance. “Widen your legs for me, doll,” he said.

                Obeying his command, I spread my legs out farther apart, just waiting for the onslaught of pleasure that was soon to come.

                Suddenly, he was inside me. The feeling of fullness made me groan, my back arching. His hands came around the front of me, playing with my hardened nipples. He reared back all the way and slammed into me once again, harder than before.

                “David,” I let out a strangled groan.

                His hand slapping my ass was a reminder that I wasn’t supposed to talk. I bit my lip, suppressing the urge to speak.

                He found his rhythm, thrusting in and out of me as hard as he could. His fingers on my hardened nub was enough to drive me into my first orgasm. Whimpering, I arched my back, riding the waves of my powerful climax.

                “Open your eyes,” he commanded. I did exactly as I was told, my eyes now focused on the image of us in the steamy mirror. It was such an erotic sight, his lean, muscular body plunging into mine. Biting my lip even harder, I could taste blood. It didn’t matter though, I had to do what I needed to keep quiet.

                His continual thrusts became faster and harder; I didn’t think that was possible at the pace he had been going. One hand gripped my waist while the other found my central bundle of nerves. His finger circled my clit, bringing me closer and closer to another explosive orgasm.

                “Come. Now,” David ordered. That was enough to tip me over the edge. I couldn’t help but cry out, screaming his name in the throes of my climax.

                “David! Oh, god,” I cried, my breathing uneven.

                With two more quick thrusts, I could feel him pulsing with his climax. My eyes widened at the realization that he wasn’t wearing a condom.

                “David!” I hissed, trying to turn around and push him away from me. “Damnit, David!”

                I could see my mistake at the tone I took with him. His eyes flashed dark, clouding over with anger. Oh, god, I was in trouble now.

                “What did you just say?” His voice became even more deep, which I didn’t think was possible.

                I wanted to argue with him. He knew I wasn’t on the pill, but the anger in his voice and his eyes scared me. How was I going to handle this?