I'm trying to write a happy, nice story for my girlfriend for her birthday (July 27, wish her well) and this is what came out the other night. I don't do happy.

Unhinged

I grabbed Mike before he could go into his hotel room, dragged him to mine before he could utter a word.

The door closed and I pressed him against it quickly, turning on the light.

"What the fuck--?" I shook my head and unhooked his belt, ripping it off, not hesitating to unbutton and unzip his damn jeans. "Babe are you oka--" I finally got his pants and boxers down, my shaky hands reaching to slid my own down. "Brad--"

"Mike I need you, need you to fuck me, now, now," I mumbled incoherently and grabbed his cock, squeezing it and stroking it until it was hard. At this point I was gone, only vaguely aware of him moaning and my heart racing.

Quickly I turned around and pressed my ass to his cock. His hands rested on my bare hips and he pulled me back just as he thrusted in. The sheer movement split me open and my eyes were wide, as was my mouth, only able to mouth a "yes".

"Brad, I--" There was nervousness in his voice so I placed my hands over his.

"Need you, need you to fuck me, hard isn't enough need you to break me, fucking break me Mike." I was ranting, sure he didn't understand any of it, but he apparently got the message because he pushed me hard against the other wall, slamming my face into it. Pulled out and thrust back in hard. Grunted under his breath, pressed his clothed body into mine as he started to fuck me.

I was breathless, speechless. I needed this. I fucking needed to become unhinged, fucking needed to be taken advantage of and thrown around like trash, needed to bleed and break and just die, fucking die, kill me.

My hand gripped the wall and I pressed my cheek against it, spreading my legs. The sound of his cock beating into me mercilessly filled the small hotel room and all I could hear was blood rushing through my ears and his grunts and moans and gasps.

Oh fuck Brad, he said. Fuck, god. Fuck. And he toppled over the edge, and it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough, and he was cumming and I wasn't--he hadn't touched me. Didn't touch me, and I was hard and he was soft and he pulled out, and it hurt, and I reached around and looked at my wet finger, hoping for blood, but it was his cum. I turned to face him and he was swallowing repeatedly, his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath, and when he opened his eyes finally he looked scared. Absolutely terrified.

What did I just do?

And I looked at him. It wasn't enough. It's not enough, Mike, need you again, why am I not bleeding? And I stroked him until he moaned, groaned louder, pushed him against the wall with his back to it and bent over, my head between my knees. "Again," I mumbled and he did it again, this time with his hand around his cock, sliding into me like that. Thick, I was thinking, thick and loud and hot, wet inside, maybe from blood, maybe from his cum. And this time before he came he grabbed my hips, his nails digging into my skin. I could feel the skin open, I could feel the blood seeping, I could feel the vibrations of his moans, his cock tightening, my asshole uncontrollably squeezing him hard, and he came again and he hit me, hit my hips hard, right on the bone, and I screamed and came too. Came so hard, I was thinking, and he tried to pull back but I thrusted back towards him so he was deep inside. I couldn't hear what he said, the blood was rushing through my ears so loudly, and my head was spinning like mad.

Blood, oh god, I heard and he pushed me off of him so he could pull out and cradled me in his arms, carrying me to the bed and laying me down. I couldn't feel my legs. Couldn't feel anything, really, no feelings, no sound, no sight. Just black, lots of black and whooshing sounds and then a hand cupped my cheek and I looked up and his eyes were there, with mine. Those eyes I fell in love with, and I was open, just like I wanted to be. Unhinged, broken, bleeding, maybe dying but not fast enough. Never fast enough.

I love you, I said and he said it back and kissed me, and laid over me, all our clothes still on, his stained with my blood, and I let my eyes close, let myself drift off because I was safe, broken, in his arms.