Women Seeking Women #103

What’s left of her resistance snaps the second his mouth hits her throat. She knocks the glass out of her grip and it shatters across the tile, a clear spray of gin and ice. He pins her wrists above her head with one heavy hand, belt biting into her bare belly as he grinds her open. The room is loud with her breath, sharp with bourbon and sweat. The wall behind her scrapes her spine when he drives in, cold drywall, hotter skin. His thrusts come mean and deliberate. Each one sounds like the last door locking. She feels herself come apart in layers she never meant him to touch. Fingerprints marking her hips, lipstick smeared across his mouth, sweat stinging her eyes. Outside the neon sign blinks on and off, catching each time her body jerks forward, caught between the wall and whatever need is still winding him tight. Her thighs tremble. His grip never loosens. Neither of them says mercy, only harder, more, stay.