Unlocked

Mick knows Gianna's boyfriend long enough to call him a friend, until the words slip through a wall and land where they never should have. The trust cracks open. Now the two of them stand in the apartment, door shut, the only sound the ticking clock and the low hum of tension they both feel. Mick moves closer, eyes locked on hers. He tells her what he heard, voice low and sharp. She tries to step back, but his hand is already on her waist, firm. Gianna looks at him, heat rising despite the anger, and then her knees give, sinking to the floor. She pulls his cock free, lips parting, taking him deep in one slow slide. Mick watches her cheeks hollow, one hand tangled in her dark hair, guiding her without mercy. She works him hard, spit glistening down her chin, eyes watering, yet she doesn’t stop. He pulls her up, spins her, bends her over the arm of the couch. He fucks her with steady, punishing strokes, her moans cutting through the silence. When he’s close he yanks free, and Gianna drops back to her knees, mouth open, taking the hot ropes across her tongue. She swallows what lands, licks the rest from his tip. They stay like that, breathing heavy, the room thick with what just happened. 2018.