1. Fugitive


    Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: SITTING, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    out of her, breathing hard, his eyes fixed to hers like he could force his meaning into her. Her hips went up to meet his every time he plunged inside her. She felt his chest against hers and wanted to feel it there forever. She loved his weight on top of her; she loved his smell, the stale sweat and soap, the stench of cigarettes. She would have done anything for him. Gerry’s fingers dug deeply into her hips and he slammed into her hard, over and over. She knew he was sweating, knew he was close from the harsh scraping of his breath. She felt like he might push her all the way through the cheap mattress. She writhed against him, wanting to remember everything. He shoved himself constantly against her slender body and she threw herself back at him, like it meant something. It didn’t mean a fucking thing. It was a screwed-up attempt at a goodbye. Bodies and sweat. Words were too empty, too awkward. Gerry came hard, spurting inside her, his groan sounding too painful, too exertive. Lina didn’t make a sound. She shuddered beneath him, her body pushing hard against his, drawing out any physical pleasure. She found herself gasping for breath as he crushed her onto the bed. She saw the flashes ...
    then, and she prayed they weren’t real. Red, blue, red, blue, on the ceiling. There were no sirens. Maybe the cops thought they’d catch them off guard. Lina held him close as he tried to move away and he stayed there a while, his heart beating against her breast, his breath warm on her ear. “You do what I said,” he breathed. “Remember that.” Her fingers stroked his neck and she carefully undid the clasp of the silver chain he wore. He didn’t notice. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her hard. Then he was up, dressing fast. “I kidnapped you, okay? That’s what I’ll tell them and you too.” He laughed. “Even if you deny it, they’ll think you’ve got some syndrome, some psycho attachment. And you go home, okay?” Lina pulled on her jeans and fastened the crucifix around her neck. It hung low, cool metal against the space between her breasts. He narrowed his eyes. “Give it back.” “They won’t let you keep it." Lina said wilfully. "I’ll keep it safe for you.” He frowned, an argument processing in his mind but then he gave up on it. “Don’t wait for me, Lina. Nothing would make me more unhappy.” The knock on the door came and they looked at each other for the last time. There was nothing left.
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