Opposites

A hand slid up her thigh, brushing the soft skin. A hard thigh replaced it as the hand moved up and cupped her breast. Tru moaned and tried not to squirm. The scent of coffee in the morning overwhelmed her and she started to pant as a mouth closed over her rigid nipple.

She snapped awake and stared at the ceiling in frustration.

“Damn it all to hell and back.” She’d left Jack less than 12 hours ago and already the dreams were starting again. Was there no reprieve from this madness? There was tightness low in her belly that left her trembling in need. God, she could smell him. Smell him?

Tru leapt from the bed and looked around wildly. She suddenly regretted not wearing more the bed than a tank top and panties. The room was empty but she still felt jumpy. Something wasn’t quite right.

“Looking for me?” Jack strolled into her room, hands shoved into the pockets of his rumpled, tan, trench coat.

“What are you doing here?” She snarled at him, mentally cursing her nipples as they came to attention at his proximity.

“What…no kiss?” Jack smirked at her.

Tru glared back and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Get out.” Part of her mind scanned the room for weapons and possibilities for escape. Jack was dangerous. Oh god how she wanted him.

“I would have thought you had better manners than that, Ms. Davies.” He grinned and shrugged out of his coat, tossing it onto the end of the bed.

“We aren’t friends. You don’t belong here…how did you even get into my apartment?”

Jack smirked and pulled an innocent face. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Whoa there, stop that right this minute.” Tru’s body tightened in response. Get a grip. He’s not even attractive. Firemen. Think about firemen.

Jack didn’t say a word, he just tilted his head to look up at her as he tugged his shirt free of his pants and tossed it on top of his jacket.

“This is sick, Jack. We have to stop. I hate you. You hate me. Put your damn clothes back on and get out.” She wanted to touch all that exposed flesh and it was only getting worse.

He dropped his eyes and began unbuckling his belt.

“Are you nuts?” Tru was practically shouting. She was cornered in her own bedroom with a pompous, arrogant, scruffy, ass…who also happened to be the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on. There was something so deeply wrong with her.

Her only answer was the sound of a zipper. With a rustling sound he was entirely naked. She sucked in her breath and tried not to stare. Jack stood in the shadowy light of pre-dawn, already hard. She swallowed convulsively as her eyes focused on the precum leaking from the tip of his jutting cock.

“Why are you doing this?” She choked out, twisting her lips to try to hide her feelings. Whatever those might be.

“Because I need to think.”

He stepped forward, one hand beginning to lift to touch her. This was a bad idea. She scrambled back and over the bed. Away from him. He scrambled to follow her and she made a break for the door. In a blur of motion he pushed her against the wall, his cock heavy against her belly.

He cupped her breast in his left hand, rolling the nipple in his fingers. She was already soaking wet but her body throbbed in response to his touch. His hand slid down over her stomach and into her panties, almost as if he knew the reaction his touch inspired. She mewled at his finger brushed gently over her swollen nub.

Their mouths met and she did not protest or struggle as he pulled her panties down. With a kick, she tossed her panties across the room. Jack pushed her shirt up and their mouths broke for a moment as he tugged it over her head.

Tru dropped her hand and stroked his cock roughly. It was his turn to mewl. She guided his cock and rolled her hips until he was buried deep inside her. The world faded away and she was floating. She started to move her hips faster.

“No, no. Slow down. I need to think.”

“What?” Tru demanded. Why did he have to make everything so damn hard? This was peace. This was balance. Jack moved his hips slowly and Tru wiggled, trying to get him to go faster. She was so close.

“How well do you remember your parents’ marriage?” He asked.

Tru froze, trapped between pleasure and rage.

“How dare you…” She started and tried to pull away from him.

“Would you stop being difficult for five minutes? There is something wrong and I don’t think it it’s us. When I’m inside you…that’s the only time I feel right. So use your brain and think.”

Tru let out a shuddering breath and tried to let go of her urge to murder him. It was possible he was right.

She tried to think around his breath hot in her ear, his hands on her body, his cock moving so very slowly inside her.

There were flashes of fights, momentary sounds, a kaleidoscope of colors. And then the pleasure was too much. Her whole body tightened and Jack pressed his mouth to hers. She tasted chocolate and then she came with a scream. Jack was close behind her, coming in a wave of heat that burst inside her.

She opened her eyes, trying to enjoy the aftermath but already the edges of the world were sharp and bright.

Jack pulled away and she kept her sigh of distress behind her lips. He dressed in silence and Tru dug up an oversized shirt. The sun was barely over the horizon and it was already a long day.

“You know I’m right, Tru.” Jack said once he was dressed.

“I know nothing of the sort.” She replied, trying to remain cool and distant and roll her eyes at the same. He let out an annoyed sound.

“You are the most difficult woman I have ever met.” Jack growled at her.

“And you’re the most annoying man I have ever met. I’ll think about what you said but you have to go. I’m serious. Right now.” Just looking at him was making her crazy. Christ, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to strangle him or fuck him. Maybe both.

Jack pressed his lips into a flat line and stalked out.

Tru collapsed on the bed.

“What a mess…”