The Masochism Tango
I felt like a child. In some ways, I guess it was childish. I was seventeen, but the root of our very adult activities seemed to lie firmly in childish fancies. Maybe that's why so much broke.
Silver and I never did get along well. Even after he stopped using pokemon as tools, we remained apathetic at best toward each other, rivals only in the loose sense we wanted to see who was better. We'd pass each other on occasion, battling to see who was more on top of their game. How it came to this, I had no clue.
We didn't even keep in touch outside of our little forays, but every time we were in the same general area, we'd meet at the pokemon centre to indulge ourselves. Maybe it was loneliness; the constant travel and lack of intimacy, the loveless solitude of an adolescence spent raising pokemon. Maybe it was alleviating frustrations on the other. Whatever the case, there we were, wrecking a room in the pokemon centre as we went at it with wild recklessness.
We tried to keep it intimate for once. We tried really hard. The red-haired trainer kissed passionately along my exposed legs, taking his sweet time getting to my aching, dripping entrance, leaving streaks of glistening saliva where his tongue dragged. I moaned, my head rolling from side to side as I wished he would cut the foreplay, my body growing more desperate for touch as he went.
He seemed to grow just as impatient as me. His breath became more laboured, implied growing frustration, as he found this whole 'sentimental, intimate night' thing more and more to be not worth the effort. By the time he reached the top of my thigh, he was tired of it all. All that work, and he wasn't even going to eat me out.
He grabbed my leg and put it over his shoulder, moving with frantic impatience as he rammed his dick into me unceremoniously, leaning forward, my knee pressed against my shoulder as he wasted no time thrusting into me with the speed and force I'd come to expect from him. I wasn't surprised, though, and made no shocked sounds as his hot breath ran against my face, his burning eyes meeting mine as my tongue ran along my lips alluringly.
He wouldn't kiss me, though. This wasn't real love and we both knew it. It was pure, carnal bliss. Pretending it was anything less was a foolish idea, and one I hoped never to repeat with him. At least it got me worked up, leaving me extra wet as he ravished me properly, my leg almost uncomfortably sandwiched between us as I felt the rapid changes between empty and full, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face as my eyes slowly closed. My hands slowly closed, my mouth rounding out, my head feeling so much lighter as we joined. I could feel my body rocking in time with his thrusts, giving myself into the sensation as his strong hands gripped me. What followed would change everything.
Everything sort of became a blur as he picked me up, my leg released from its bone and flesh prison as I found myself knelt in his lap, his face buried in my cleavage, his tongue licking the valley between my breasts as now it was my turn to move, my body guided by pure instinct to bounce on his cock. He had never gone at my breasts like that before, and it drove me mad, my head dipped back as my mouth hung open, my body dancing on his dick.
His hands roamed my body, holding me tight, tighter probably than would have usually felt comfortable, but in the heat of the moment, it felt perfect, the rough kneading of my flesh, and the exquisite tonguing he gave my breasts.
It was too good to last, though. Again, he shifted position, this time asserting himself even further. He pulled out, turning me around and shoving me hard onto my stomach as he lay on top of me, re-entering me forcefully, his mouth meeting my neck as, for the first time that night, I let out a sound. It was rare by itself, sounds between us. This was purely to relieve pent-up sexual frustration, not for the purpose of a romantic night, and we tended to be fairly silent. Not that night, though, as I let out a feral moan, my hands clutching at the bedsheets as he hammered me from this new position. My moan turned into a shout as he bit down on my neck, thrusting so hard that the bed began to sway with us, the headboard clanging violently against the wall in time with our movements.
His teeth continued to roughly treat me, moving along my neck to my ear, pain coursing through me in a strangely erotic way. suffered worse during my travels, leaving what would usually be a mild annoyance as a surprising little treat. I responded by lashing out, my hand reaching to grab his back, sinking my nails into his side. Oh, that got him riled up. He pounded me ever harder, shifting his weight to push me even harder against the bed. I bit down on a pillow, stupidly trying to avoid making any more noise, lest one of the nurses come to make sure everything was alright. Of course, because surely the pounding of the bed frame against the wall wouldn't raise any flags.
Surprisingly, it didn't. Nobody came to check up on us through the night, and it would only get louder from there. Sort of remarkable.
No, enough of this. I caught him off-guard, rolling over so that I lay on top and lunged forward with him still buried to the hilt in me, riding him reverse-cowgirl style. Or I would have, had he remained on his back for more than a brief moment. He didn't stop thrusting, but with my going mad, we soon fell into a rhythm, complementing each other's motions. He pulled himself up so that I sat in his lap again, this time facing the other side, this time his hands working my breasts as he now nibbled on my ear a little too hard, but again the pangs of pain were merely aphrodisiacs by this point.
It became a battle for dominance, and he figured that after one forceful change of position, I wouldn't go for another. He was dead wrong. Good thing I was light and fast, because before he knew what was going on, I had dismounted him, stood up, and forced my dripping cunt right into his face. I grabbed hold of his shaggy red hair, leaving him with no choice but to oblige, but not on these terms. He grabbed my hips, picking me up and rushing me across the room, struggling to keep me from falling before dropping me uncaringly on the table dresser, my bottom and back aching as they hit the tabletop and wall respectively, his hands throwing aside all the various items on it. A sudden, shooting pain burned through my spine was met with the sound of glass shattering against the wall. I was going to make him pay for that.
I pushed him into my crotch, pulling on his hair as his tongue savagely worked me with all frantic desire that made me wonder if my juices were like catnip for him. I bucked against his face, my body aching so damn good from the impact, my legs quivering from his rabid tongue treatment. He steadied them by digging his fingers into my thigh, cranking up the gas as my body finally burned as a whole. He was finally eating me out, we just forgot all about slow intimacy in lieu of this masochism tango.
Surprise time again for Silver. I pushed myself forward, coming off the bureau and driving him to his back, sending a similar pain through him as I straddled his head, roughly riding his tongue like I would his cock, all the while still holding onto his hair for leverage as I maintained control over the situation. I reached back, grabbing his cock and wasting no time jerking him off, which at least seemed to make him resent my reversal of power a little less. His tongue worked without finesse or patience, just going mad in a way that showed he had little experience in that field. A shame too; I finally get to enjoy some cunnilingus, and he has to be lacklustre with it.
Good thing he still resented things enough to hop back on top, though. Not putting up any resistance, I let him throw me off, sending me into the side of the bed as now pain throbbed through all of my body, serving only to further titillate me. He hooked his arm under mine, driving my back forcefully into the wall as he made his presence very known before me, again driving his cock into me. I screamed now, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my senses seem sharper as he let out a similar one. Slowly his face drew closer to mine, our scowls toward each other growing in severity right until the final moment.
Then, we kissed.
It was an incredible kiss, because for once it belied a passion we'd never shared before. It wasn't a kiss born of blind, passion-induced reflex, but an actual, intimate kiss, and the closest we got to a normal lovemaking that night. No trickery or biting down on the other's tongue. Just honest, affectionate kissing. Looks like we went about it wrong with the whole slow, sentimental night idea all along. We got our increased intimacy, it would just lead to having quite a damages bill to pay at the end of it all.
I clutched his back, my nails digging deep into his skin as he drove himself so much deeper into me, our kiss growing sloppier as we went, the passion growing within us, swelling up, hitting critical mass. With each violent thrust I hit the wall harder, the pain making the pleasure within us boil more intense, pressure building even further. It looked like it could be the end, that we would finally hit sweet release.
Of course not. He pulled out, spinning me around before penetrating me again in mid-fall as we crashed so hard into the bed that the frame gave away and snapped in half, but that didn't stop us. We were bloodied, bruised, beaten, and hornier than we thought possible. He grabbed my hair, repaying me in kind for before, as he fucked me doggy style, pulling me closer as we went, making me scream yet again, this time in even more pain and even more pleasure. It was intense, moreso than I ever thought sex could be, and this was far from my first liaison with Silver. I didn't want it to end, at least not with him in control. I drove my foot into his knee, forcing him to let go of my hair and pull out. I rolled onto my back, kicking him this time in the side, sending him crashing into the bedside table, the lamp atop it crashing and shattering.
Yet again he hit the floor and yet again I climbed atop him, but this time it was for good. He grabbed my ass as I came down, sinking his nails into my soft, round cheeks as I smashed my head into his, crashing into another kiss. This was it, the point of no return. No more games, no more oneupmanship, no more attempts at seizing control from the other. Just pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
It didn't take long, considering how long we'd put it off to begin with. He fell still as he came inside me, shooting it all into me as my pussy clenched down on him, my body awash with bliss accented by the feeling of his seed inside me. We would usually slow down gradually, sometimes just keep going, but we were beaten and tired. We had bruises all over, every inch of flesh throbbing with pain, sweat making us glisten in the vague moonlight coming in from the window, utterly exhausted, our lips passively connected. It would be a while before we would even make it back to the broken bed to try and sleep.
I saw the glint in his eye, telling me that I wasn't alone in feeling like something was different. It seemed that this was no longer an occasional tryst, a casual fuck whenever we crossed paths. The sex was incredible, but it opened up something more.
For the time being, though, I could only think of one thing; we could never come back to this town's pokemon centre again. A bed frame snapped in two, a broken table, broken glass and discarded toiletries on the floor, a shattered lamp, and likely enough noise to keep everyone awake. I was actually more worried that pokemon centres would be out of the question.
Then again, there is the guest bedroom in my house. Most of that furniture is expendable.