Wrong Romance

ONE.

 

I pressed Jessica face first into the wall next to the door of my apartment. A minute early she had been just about to leave. One thing led to another and suddenly we were fucking. Her dress was hiked up over her hips and I’m pretty sure I tore her panties when I yanked them off. The tattered remains were tangled around her left ankle. I had gone so far as to actually unzip my pants and unbuckle my belt just enough to get my cock out.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she moaned as I had sunk my cock into her pussy.

She had a point. She was my ex.

Not ex-girlfriend. Ex-wife.

Even with no foreplay I was rock hard and she was wet enough to soak her panties along with the insides of her thighs before I had unceremoniously removed them off. She pressed her ass back against me as I started thrusting into her. There was no slow, passionate build up to lovemaking. This was pure, raw fucking.

“I know,” I grunted. After only a couple of thrusts I was thumping the wall hard enough that the couple of pictures I had hung up were bouncing against the drywall.

That didn’t stop us, but it probably let any passerby in the hallway know exactly what we were doing.

I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. It had been a long time since I had fucked Jessica. It had been a long time since I had fucked anyone. Even though we were divorced and I just wanted to get off, I didn’t want Jessica walking away saying I was a lousy fuck. I reached around her body, down to her pussy, and slid my fingers along her slit until I found her clit.

She groaned as I fingered her. “Fuck…”

“Want me to stop?”

“No…”

Jessica had always been a good fuck. Making her cum wasn’t that hard, but she needed special attention. We had only been married three years, together for five, but I knew her body better than another other in the world.

I caught her clit between my index and middle fingers, squeezing it gently, while I thrusted my cock into her pussy. She moaned again and then started making the sharp, fast inhalations I hadn’t heard in far too long. This had always made her cum in the past and was going to work again.

“No…” she repeated.

Now I was confused. I paused in my thrusts. “You want me to stop?”

“Yes. Fuck! No.”

“What the fuck, Jess?” I asked. I kept my cock inside her, but she was ruining the romance of the moment. “What do you want?”

“Just fuck me,” she sighed. It wasn’t a happy sigh. It was the sigh of a frustrated housewife. I hadn’t heard that sigh in a year.

Still, since I was already well into her velvety pussy, I wasn’t going to just stop, even if she wasn’t happy. I pressed her harder against the wall. The pictures continued to thump with our motions.

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she moaned as she came.

“I don’t care,” I replied as I finished inside her.

The problem with passionate, raw fucking is that condoms aren’t used.

I pinned Jessica against the wall while we both breathed heavily from the sudden race we had run. I locked my knees. I didn’t want to fall down.

“You came in me,” she said in an accusing tone. She pushed her hands against the wall but I was too heavy for her to move.

“That’s the whole point of fucking, isn’t it?” It was an asshole thing to say, but I said it anyway.

She pushed harder and forced me off her. I stumbled back but managed to keep my balance, even with my pants almost to my knees. “You fucking came in me!” she complained. Reaching down to her ankles she lifted up her panties. “You tore my panties! This isn’t what I wanted!”

“What did you want?”

Jessica ignored my question. She stalked across the room to the bathroom, her panties wadded up in her hand. I tucked myself back into my pants while she cleaned up.

“I want you to leave me alone,” she answered when she came out of the bathroom.

“That’s kind of hard when we have a kid we’re sharing custody of.”

My ex looked around the small apartment. “If you got a bigger place, she could spend the night. Just a second bedroom. A place for her to stay.” When my daughter spent the night, I took the couch and she got my bed. Jessica knew that, but still complained.

This was an old argument between us. I stupidly rose to the bait. “But all my money goes to child support and alimony,” I replied. That was a lie, but I wasn’t going to back down from her.

“You always were an asshole, Gavin,” she said.

“And yet you married me.” I glanced down at her body. “You know, I can’t tell you aren’t wearing any panties.”

Jessica’s face soured. “I have to go home to Bill with your cum in me.”

“You were the one who wanted to be fucked,” I pointed out.

“Just because I said I missed you doesn’t mean I wanted you to fuck me,” she snapped. And that was a lie. We both knew it.

 

“I miss you sometimes,” she said. She had come to my place because she was picking up a sweater our daughter had left behind during her weekend visit.

“Right. You miss me. That’s why you divorced me.”

“Okay, I miss your cock.” She had an evil, wanton smile. “Sometimes.”

“It’s right here if you want it,” I told her.

That’s all it took.

 

“Next time you come to my place, we won’t fuck. You’ll keep your panties on.”

“Very fucking funny.”

“Next time there won’t be a next time,” I said.

“Things are getting serious with Bill,” she said. It was an abrupt change in the conversation and caught me off guard.

“Billy the Boyfriend?” I asked. “How long has it been? We’ve been divorced a year and you’ve been dating him for six months? Yeah, I suppose that’s serious.”

“He’s moving in with me.”

I grimaced. “I should have seen that coming.”

“I’m moving on with my life. You should move on with yours.”

“If you’re moving on, why are you still fucking me?” I asked her.

“This was a mistake.”

“I think that if you were happy with Billy, you wouldn’t be coming to my place to get laid.”

Jessica smiled at me and then abruptly slapped me across the face. It didn’t hurt, but I got the point.

“Right,” I agreed. “Next time I see you, we won’t fuck.”

She said nothing, threw open the door, and walked out of my life.

Again.

I knew she’d be back.