kinky.

by Cereal-Killa

I don't know you but I want you all the more for that

Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react

And games that never amount to more than they're meant

Will play themselves out

Falling slowly eyes that know me and I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase me and I'm painted black

You have suffered enough and warred with yourself

It's time that you won

-Kris Allen

Length: 3 chapters!

Published: July 3rd, 2013

Warnings: Adults themes, abuse, dirty talk, foul language, graphic lemon in 2nd and 3rd chapter

PLEASE NOTE: Do you remember what I said in the first chapter?! Do NOT say there should be more once you finish reading...! This was written for me to practice writing sex. It's not some big story I wrote with a bunch of plot. I will reply to your review very rudely if you say there should be more!

:) Other than that, enjoy!

Onwards...

Courtney ran a hand through her hair as her head hit the pillow, sighing and letting her eyes fall closed. It had been a long night. After the sex, before Duncan's little minion, Devon- who had informed her she could call him DJ- had taken her back to her house, Duncan had told her she could clean up at his house, but she hadn't liked the shampoo he had provided (Axe wasn't all that convenient), and also she just hadn't been done scrubbing the dirty feeling off of herself. She felt terrible. Absolutely fucking disgusting. How could she be so damn dirty and enjoy it that much? Duncan had told her that he was going to see her again tomorrow, and she had felt her stomachs do flips as her eyes brightened at the prospect. For some reason, she was really intrigued, as well as turned on, and it totally sickened her.

She sighed, remembering that she had to work a double shift the next night and she had school tomorrow morning. She looked to the money on her bedside table and sighed sadly. The bruises she had found on her skin hadn't been pretty. In the shower, she had noticed large, hand prints on either side of her hips, small purplish marks on her thighs and her cheek was still a bit red, her shoulder blade cut from his lips and her breasts hurt from his rough treatment earlier.

She thought about her mother and how much she needed to visit her in the hospital. Maybe she would do that tomorrow, too. And maybe she would take off work as well. She was sure no one would want to see a beat up girl dance for them.

Sighing, she turned off the light beside her bed and yawned, falling asleep instantly. She hoped tomorrow wouldn't be half as rough as today.

Geoff sent his best friend a smile as he sucked down another shot. He had just gotten back from work at the construction site and was still a bit red faced from being outside for so long. "You know, I haven't seen ya this happy in a while." He wasn't lying either. His friend's smirk seemed extra haughty today, much unlike he had been recently. "Guess ya got some pussy last night, huh?"

"Hell yeah. And she was a virgin." Duncan spoke quietly, but the excitement in his voice was evident. As far as Geoff knew, Duncan hadn't had a good lay in the past three weeks, which had been odd for him. Ever since the company has started having problems Duncan had been getting more and more on edge. "She's cute."

Geoff raised a brow. "That's new." He mumbled to himself, but Duncan caught his words and elbowed him, ushering for the blonde to explain himself. Geoff shrugged, looking at Duncan with a smile. "You usually call all your bitches sexy and hot or say something about them being really tight. But never 'cute'. You must really like her."

Rolling his eyes, Duncan snorted, shaking the drink in his hands before taking a sip. "Yeah, right. She's a total asshole. She kept talking about how nasty I was and looked at me like I was trash." He sighed. "It was fucking hot."

Geoff snorted and shook his head at his friend in disbelief. "Let's hope she'll stay that way, bra."

Duncan smiled at him with narrowed eyes. "I'll drink to that." They clinked their glasses together, tipping the glasses to their mouths as they drank. Duncan wiped his mouth, sighing loudly, letting Geoff know that he was getting bored. Duncan tended to let out small, although loud, signs when he was ready to move onto a different subject. As if him squirming in his seat wasn't already enough of an indication that he was uncomfortable with the situation. Geoff realized this girl must be something else but decided not to dwell on it much anymore.

"Alejandro wants to get back in touch with you." A hiss passed through Duncan's lips and Geoff's lips tilted into a smirk. Yeah, it probably wasn't the best thing to bring up, but he had to do it sometime. "He says he has a few jobs for you to do."

"I don't do that shit anymore, Geoff." Duncan scowled deeply, waving the bartender over and ordering them a few more shots. He fingered his lip piercing in anger as he silently prayed that Geoff would automatically drop the subject like a slut who was bad at giving head. "You know that I have a company to run now." Duncan loved Geoff, but he was tired of these job offers and he knew that Geoff understood how strongly he felt about his company. It was the first thing to go good for him, ever, and he wasn't going to ruining it by starting up old habits again.

Geoff nodded his head slowly, his voice lowering as his face set into a serious frown. "I get it, okay? I just have to ask. By the way, you might want to start carrying around yer friend again. Things are looking real shaky out there. The past been coming up in too many arguments, ya know?" At this, Duncan was a bit surprised. He hadn't carried his big gun in almost a year, sticking with the small hand ones he rarely used, but he supposed that it wouldn't hurt to keep it on his person for a bit for the time being, most especially if Geoff's words held any authenticity.

Duncan nodded his head again, and they were silent for a moment, letting the subject drop slowly. "I got some prints of her."

Geoff's eyebrows shot up. "Ya haven't done that since… since a long time." Geoff didn't bring up the passing of the important person, instead decided to sugar coat things a bit. That always seemed to work with Duncan. And by seeing the look in Duncan's eyes as he smiled and nodded, telling him how beautiful the photos were, Geoff knew things were going to get better for Duncan. Somehow.

It had been one of the worst weeks Courtney had ever had. She had been acting odd around her co-workers and friends. It felt like at any moment a huge 'not a virgin' stamp would appear on her forehead and she would be labeled the school slut. She had been acting so weird that Bridgette had told her to take the weekend off to get her head settled for graduation. Speaking of Bridgette, the blonde had been acting fidgety around Courtney, and she knew that if anyone was ever going to figure out what happened, it would be her. But she couldn't seem to tell her just yet- the whole experience was still fresh in her mind.

She hadn't been getting much sleep because every time she tried to close her eyes, all she could see was him, and then she would start to hear him, all the noises he made, and she would practically be able to feel him inside her again- to say that she was going crazy was such an understatement. She couldn't get Duncan out of her mind and she didn't feel as dirty about the incident, rather the fact that she just couldn't stop thinking about it and that a part of her was waiting to do it again.

For now, Courtney decided it would be best to pick up her graduation gown from the dry cleaners and then just go home and take Bridgette's advice. She had no more homework to worry about, she was graduating on Wednesday- she was virtually home free for the time being. Why not use that time to relax a bit?

After picking up the gown, she headed back home, flipping open the door and slumping on the couch. She tossed her keys on the coffee table and was so glad she had the night off again. Bridgette wouldn't be back until about two in the morning, so maybe once Courtney got some rest she could talk to her friend about what had happened. Yeah, that sounded like a wonderful idea. She needed to vent anyway. There was no way all of this was just sexual frustration- some of it had to do with the fact that she was mentally scarred too.

She was almost asleep when she heard the knock on the door, and groaned as she rubbed her hand down her face in annoyance. "Come on in, it's not locked."

"Well, Princess, that just isn't safe, ya know." She felt herself jolt awake as her eyes made contact with the man who had been plaguing her thoughts for the past week. Letting out a small squeal, she threw her pillow at his face, which he easily sidestepped with a shit eating grin on his face and his camera around his neck. "I know, I missed ya too, babe." He looked good, with a tight black short sleeved v-neck and tan shorts completed with black and white adidas sneakers. She felt herself flush, embarrassed to only be dressed in a pair of sweat pants and baggy t-shirt.

"Duncan, what the fuck are you doing here?" She was sincerely confused. She really thought she was done with him after a week of not calling for her, especially since after that first night he had claimed he would be asking for her the next day. "How did you even know to come here?"

"It's not important." He shrugged, walking over to her and grasping her arm. "Let's go." She sighed, wondering why she was being so nonchalant about all of this. Shouldn't she be horrified? This guy was about to do the dirty with her, yet again, and this time in her bed, where her neighbors were right behind the wall.

But nothing felt horrifying when they walked into her room and Duncan pushed her back onto the bed. At least this time it wouldn't be on a coach like last time. Those were her last thoughts before she felt her mind blow to pieces when Duncan started unbuttoning her pants. He hadn't even thought about her shirt, just gone straight for the pants this time. "Eager, much?" She croaked, trying to keep her voice steady when she felt his finger trail up her thigh.

He smirked at her, looking up into her dark chocolate eyes with a mischievous gleam. "I haven't seen ya in a week, babe. I missed ya." She felt her brain turn to mush at the almost romantic words. "Now take off yer shirt."

She scoffed. "You sure do know how to ruin a moment." She grumbled, trying not to stare when Duncan stood off the bed and started shedding his own clothing. Something about his body still attracted her, even though she knew she should be disgusted by him. Some guy paying a girl to have sex with him- shouldn't he be able to get women anyway with a body like that? Oh, there she went again, thinking like that! Why couldn't she just shut up?

"It's my specialty, what can I say?" Rolling her eyes, Courtney lifted her shirt off her head and peeled off her sports bra, sighing and covering herself with her sheet. Her gaze flickered toward Duncan, who now stood only in his boxers, cracking his neck twice before he turned to look at her, making his way onto the bed and over top of her. She felt herself gulp as he peeled back the sheets from her body, almost gently, which surprised her- hadn't this been the same guy who said 'sorry if I get a little too rough'? Not that she was complaining about the soft treatment. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, pressing his lips to hers while slowly trying to part her lips with his tongue. She didn't try to fight it, her whole body relaxing at the soft swipe of his tongue on her bottom lip and the caress he had started on her bare hip. She slid one of her hands down his chest, reaching for his boxers and tugging them off of his body.

She felt him pull on her bottom lip with his teeth as he took the condom and rolled it on his erection. That was when it hit her. Why the hell did she want this? Why was she responding like this, not trying to push him away, not fighting with herself like last time? It was odd. She was comfortable with him. She hadn't spent more than five hours with the guy and she was trusting him. Something was seriously fucked up here. Maybe it was a hormonal thing- she supposed her body was just reacting this way since she had sex with him once before.

But the last time they did that, he had hurt her. She had been left with one too many bruises and more than a few scars, so why was she so willing to let him have his way with her tonight? As he pushed his cock into her tight opening, she decided not to question it and rather enjoy what her body had been craving for the past few days.

Duncan grunted, sheaving himself completely inside of her in a quick thrust, causing her to gasp in undeniable pain as well as the pulse of pleasure. He grabbed at her hips but pulled away when he heard her suck in a hard breath. It still hurt from where he had bruised her before. He let out a soft chuckle. "I'm sorry. I'll try not ta do that this time."

She didn't respond, not caring about his half assed apology and instead wrapping her hands around his neck and burying her face in his shoulder. For some reason, Duncan was being gentle, and she decided not to question it but enjoy it. Courtney could feel his eyelashes brushing her cheek as he kissed her pulse point before ramming into her, keeping a steady and hard pace. She felt her breath hitch in her throat and began letting out small mewls, wrapping her legs around his torso shakily. "D-Duncan…"

"Louder." He whispered in her ear, his voice a dark grunting that was dripping with sex. She turned to look in his eyes, giving him a raised brow, or trying since it was almost impossible to do anything but squeeze her eyes completely shut. What if the neighbors heard her? She would never be able to show her face around here again. As if reading her mind, he slammed into her once more and said, "I don't care who the fuck hears us, just say it louder."

"H-huh? Nggh…" She tried to comprehend what he was saying but the pulsing dick inside of her was making things more than a little bit complicated, with the friction that was driving against her inner walls pulling her away from all coherent thought.

He grunted, getting an iron grip on her hair and pulling her head back, making her whimper in pain as he started to leave small bite marks on her jugular. "My name, kitten. Say my name."

At the especially hard thrust that came next, Courtney had no other choice but to obey. "Dun-can!" His named ripped out of her throat, and she started panting harder when she felt his hand on one of nipples, rubbing the large mound of flesh as his mouth continued to torture her neck. She dragged one of her hands down his back, digging her nails into his skin as she could feel her release coming closer. "Duncan! Duncan, please, please Duncan…!" She was yelling his name so loud that she was sure people in Australia could hear it but she could care less.

She felt him smirk against her neck with arrogance. "Just like that, Princess." And after one sharper pang at her tender opening she felt herself tighten around him, her vision going white as she screamed his name like bloody murder one last time. Duncan grunted, letting out a string of curses as she milked his cock tightly enough to make him load his seed deep into the condom.

She was pretty sure they sat like that- her arms around his neck, legs tangled around his body, his hands wrapped around her sore waist, his dick still buried deep inside of her- for hours, though it couldn't have been more than five minutes. Letting out a soft groan when he pulled out of her, she turned to look at her bedroom clock, seeing that the time was now close to twelve thirty. Duncan had gotten there at just quarter to twelve- had they really gone at it that long?

Duncan crawled off the bed, putting on his boxers and reaching for his pants pocket, pulling something out of it before leaving the room. Under other circumstances, Courtney would have assumed he just left, but considering the fact that he left the room half naked she knew that wasn't true. She slid the thin sheet over her body, wrapping it under her arms loosely and walking out to the living room where Duncan was currently staring out the open window, huffing on a cigarette. "That's disgusting." He didn't move but his eyes darted toward her as the smoke caressed his cheeks. "You shouldn't smoke."

He ignored the comment, letting out a long breath and closing his eyes as he leaned against the window frame. The light of the moon seemed to waft across his skin, his muscles relaxing from the lazy posture. Suddenly, his eyes flickered open, pale teal meeting dark brown. "Come here." He mumbled, not making a grab for her like he had all the other times. Actually, his voice sounded calm- even though he had said the words as a command, it was as though he was asking her for permission still. It was enough to cause her to stifle in surprise and be left in even more shock when she found herself complying to his wishes, walking over to him. He wrapped a long arm around her waist, and she slowly shifted into the hold. He took a long drag of the cancer stick before sticking a hand out of the open window, smashing the end on the apartment's brick outside wall.

"Classy." Courtney muttered, and he chuckled, a deep rumbling in his chest that sounded like harsh bells. It was actually a pretty sound.

At that moment, both of them seemed to notice how close they were and they both backed away from each other, Duncan flicking the cigarette out the window and heading over to her couch. She walked back to her room and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, heading back out to the living room. She felt tired but didn't want to come back to bed after what they had just done.

Instead, she just walked over and sat by Duncan on the couch, trying to not think too hard about how he kept drawing circles on her thigh as they sat back and pretended to pay attention to whatever was on TV.

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