i wanna watch the world burn

“Yeah, man, I’ll totally let you know,” Mckenna said a little louder over Lorelai’s moaning. Admittedly, it was kind of hot making her come with Blake on the other side but Mckenna still had enough of a conscience to be considerate. He cocked her a look, playful and scolding before clasping a hand over her mouth. With his palm firmly muffling her sounds, his thrusts became more confident and forceful until the squeaking of the mattress couldn’t be disguised as restless slumber anymore and his investment in watching her writhe in pleasure was leaving too much suspicion in his silence.

“Next week, for sure. You and me, man. See ya.”

He clicked off the phone before tossing it off the side of his bed, expression wild with scandal and thrill as he unhanded her face and replaced his palm with a fevered kiss, all tongue and passion for the whole three minutes it took him to answer his friend. The adrenaline and seretonin made it easier to forget that he was supposed to be the good one between them.

“What happened to not telling Blake?” he asked into her mouth, already hooking his arms under her knees to fold her in half for easy access. He panted softly against her lips as he chased his arousal with the aggression of a sprinter towards the finish line. “Where do you want me to cum?”

As Mckenna scolded her, she couldn’t help the smile that painted itself across her face until it was quickly covered with his hand, earning a look of disappointment from the smaller brunette. Loralai’s hands came to move down his hand, slipping his fingers into her mouth as she sucked, her eyes staying locked onto his as he drilled into her harder, allowing his fingertips to slip down her throat, her tongue creating soft flicking motions across his knuckles, keep her own moans from getting too loud. She’d give him this one, the look on Blake’s face would be enough. 

Once his hand pulled away from her mouth, she let go of his fingers with an audible pop, the feeling quickly replaced with the feeling of pillowed lips crashing into hers once again, her hand grasping at his hair, pulling him close, almost as if she would never dare to let go, hips grinding further into his, trying to close any of the space between them. She wanted to drown in him, wanted to stay in this bed, in this room and have him fuck her forever and never let him leave. Where the fuck had he been her entire life? 

“Who gives a fuck about Blake? He never cared,” she murmured, her breath hurried and uneven as he folded into her, her head leaning back into the mattress slightly as she let out a sigh of contentment, shaking her head. It was true. She knew what she was to Blake, and it definitely wasn’t the girl he loved, no -- she was a trophy. That’s all she ever was, no one really fucking cared. A prize to have been won, the girl that everyone wanted, and the one he had. “I want to swallow every last drop of you.”

Mckenna smirked at Lorelai’s surprise, basking in the glory of her moans and praises like the luckiest red-head in Dayton. He wasn’t competitive with Blake or anything but it sure felt good to hear that he was better than him at something when the guy paraded above him in everything else. Sports, height, arrogance. Blake was the man until it came to his old girl. The guilt should’ve made him stop but it only made him harder, incensed by her refusal to scream the building awake so everyone else knew what she knew now too. 

He fucked her harder on command, each thrust pushing her forward up his mattress until he yanked her back into his lap. The sheets came undone at the corners as her grip tightened in them, the frame banging on the walls with his vigor. Mckenna pressed her chest into his bed and jackhammered into her like that until he was ready to burst before puling out and taking a breather while his fingers stroked her clit, keeping her edged on the brink of satisfaction as he pressed loving kisses to her cheek and temple. His cock bobbed between her thighs, long, hard and wet with her juices. 

Then, his phone rang. Mckenna ignored it at first but the ring persisted until he broke away for a second to pick it up out of his pocket on the floor. Holding it up to his ear, he took the opportunity to flip Lorelai back onto her back.

“Oh, hey Blake, what’s up man.” 

Mckenna looked down at Lorelai and put a finger to his lips to hush her as he pushed her knees apart and sunk back into her. 

“No, um, about that. I think I picked up some bad stuff and I’m actually feeling like, super sick,” he said into the phone, languidly thrusting into Lorelai. He thumbed at her clit distractedly as he talked on the phone for a while, his voice a sweet contrast to how easily he picked up the pace in fucking her. 

“Yeah, I think I like, gotta… go to the hospital or something– No no, don’t come. I’m okay. I’m just gonna ride it out, you know?”

Maybe coming back to Dayton hadn’t been such a waste, she thought as the red head drilled into her, her back arching as she pushed her chest into the bed. Loralai felt herself edging on another orgasm, long fingers coming down to rub circles into her clit, spreading open her lips a bit wider, her touch skimming past his cock with each stroke her thrust into her. And in that moment she realized that no one could ever fuck her quite the same way Mckenna could. Damnit. Once he pulled  her back into him, she felt her hand fall out, her hips pushing him deeper into her as she let her head lean back, moans pouring through her lips. At least time they weren’t faked.

The rest of the world went black, the only thing she could focus on was the way her walls began to pulsate around his cock, screaming out his voice as she felt herself nearly fall over the edge once more, her hips begging to slow their pace as her nails tore into the sheet that had pulled around them, finally pulling out of her for a moment as she caught her breath, a small whine of protest dripping off her tongue. “Jesus fucking Christ, how am I supposed to go back to my vibrator now?” she asked, the words that meant to stay inside of her head coming through her lips like word vomit.  

Once the final ring sounded out, she felt annoyance rip through her, but it was quickly replaced with satisfaction as she heard the name that rolled out from the cursed red lips that showered her with praise and kisses, a small squeal of delight sounding through as he flipped her over. Would she stay quiet even if he’d asked? Probably not -- actually, she hadn’t thought hit was fully possible the minute he’d start fucking her again and as he spread her legs open and sunk into her, a loud gasp came from her lips, eyes rolling back as she tried to focus on the approaching orgasm that awaited her. She felt her juices drip further down her thighs, legs coming up to wrap around his waist, forcing him deeper into her as a loud moan echoed through the room. “God, I love your fucking cock,” she managed to slur out loudly. Eyelashes fluttering up at him innocently, her hand coming up to clasp over her mouth before she pulled it away. Mouthing a quick ‘Sorry’ as she pulled it away. In this moment, she didn’t care how desperate she seemed for him, if it would bring anger to the other man who’d she once called her boyfriend -- she didn’t give a fuck if she were to throw him on the bed and ride him right there and then, begging him to let her cum, as long as she could watch the inevitable explosion.

Mckenna drank up every sound she made, relishing the most minuscule reactions he could pull out of her and remaining awed at his luck to have gotten her into his bed at all, much less having her pinned under him and moaning his name. He fucked her quickly with his fingers, feeling around for the sweet spot that made her louder and obliterated it until his palm was soaking. 

Then, without warning, he pulled out and flipped her around onto her belly before jerking her up onto her knees by the hips. Mckenna leaned over her shoulder to give her one last sweet kiss as he peeled her panties down over her rear, his lips a gentle juxtaposition to how abruptly he sunk his cock into her with little consideration for her birth control plan. She was tight and hot, her pussy an inferno he would’ve singed himself on time and time again. Mckenna groaned and gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his dick with every snap of his hips against her ass clapping a thunderstorm in and out of his room.

“Did Blake even fuck you at all? You’re so tight,” he murmured, fucking into her with bull-headed determination to see his cock bob in her throat.

It would be a lie to say that Loralai wasn’t usually the one who took control in the bedroom, her need for instant and perfect gratification always taking first position as she’d acted the part of the dominatrix everyone always expected her to be perfectly, other always too intimidated to take control. The brunette felt herself release as his fingers curved inside of her, a bullseye each time with every thrust, causing her to fall over the edge as her back arched, singing out profanities as she felt her walls tighten around him. “Jesus, fuck, Mckenna!”

 The brunette searched for something, anything to let her claws sink into, but she didn’t get another moment before strong arms enveloped her, flipping her over, her mouth hanging open as her body still tried to come down off the previous high she’d just began to feel reside. Feeling the thin piece of lace be down her legs, she readied herself. What the fuck had this become? The seemingly shy redhead now digging his fingertips into her hips, her bones singing out for help as he sunk himself down into her. Plush lips pressed together as her teeth sunk into the sheets below her, trying to keep herself from giving him the satisfaction of the screams of pleasure that threatened to escape as he drilled himself deeper into her, her moans muffled by the mattress beneath her.

As the words hit her drums, she couldn’t help as teeth released the fabric, a smirk painting across her lips, looking back to him. “Not as fucking good as you are, jesus fucking christ, what happened to you, Red?” she asked, hands coming back to spread her ass apart, allowing him deeper as another long moan came from her lips. “Yes, baby, that’s so fucking good -- fuck me harder!”

Mother had always taught him to get things down in writing but a flutter of Lorelai’s lashes was all he needed to believe that she wouldn’t relay their indiscretions to his buddy. He swallowed hard at the sight of her lingerie, pupils eating up the pupils of his eyes as he drank up her body with awe. The play date he planned with Blake later was quickly shoveled to the back of his mind when Lorelai captured his mouth in another kiss that he wasted no time deepening. Lapping at the seam of her mouth, he stepped out of his jeans before climbing on top of her. his hands running down her legs as he parted them for his mass. 

He was hard and aching, his desperation coming through in the fever of his kisses as he pinned her back to the mattress with his weight. Slipping a hand between her thighs, he palmed her through the fabric of her panties, stroking and rubbing at her clit in tight circles before slipping a finger under, then two. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, getting her nice and wet as he savored the taste of her lipstick.

Loralai always got what she wanted, and as the tell figure that stood opposite to her, ran his large down her body, she knew she’d been in the ride of a lifetime, thanking god that her malicious ways had prompted her to take the leap that led to his bed. Hips came up to grind against his own, waves splashing into the shore as her teeth slid down into his bottom lip, her legs instinctively spreading open at his touch, back arching as he forced her down into the comfort of the mattress. 

Her breath hissed out between teeth, her lips pulling away from their warm embrace, fingertips curling around the bit of hair that laid at the nape of his neck, the feeling of his fingers running against against her lips, her tongue coming out to lick at the front of her teeth as she held back her moan. She could already feel herself moistening, her body vibrating with excitement as he plunged the first finger into her, the second quickly following her suit, filling her as the sweet sound finally left her mouth. Loralai’s breath was shallow as her free hand came down to wrap themselves around the sheets that lied beneath them. “Fuck, Mckenna,” she found herself moaning out, uncaring of who was to hear. 

It should’ve taken Mckenna more convincing than a claw in his collar and a hot breath in his ear but he was only human on his best days and a collection of hormones on his worst. He was riding the end of a hangover but he was on cloud nine just being near her and he knew then that he was done for. Certainly Blake would understand. He fucked and dated her, after all. He’d know how hard it was to resist her pull and next to Blake’s moon, he was all but a meteor.

Mckenna swallowed had, giving his faithfulness another noble attempt until he felt his dick strain in his pants. Another puff of hot air against his cheek was all it took for him to envelope her in his arms and pull her taut to his body for a modicum of relief as their bodies rested flush together for a fleeting moment before he took her hand and lead the way.

–

He didn’t double-check whether his roommate was home or not by the time they got up the elevator, too hasty in his need to comply to her every demand to be considerate of the noise as he kissed her through the front door. His hands roamed her body greedily, groping and grabbing what he could as if she’d disappear the first moment he let her go. 

“You’re so hot,” he muttered between sloppy kisses as he bullied her into his bedroom, caught between fondling her ass and trying to take off his shirt at the same time. He could hear her heels skidding along the floor where he lifted her in this enthusiasm, practically dragging her towards his bed and leaving her heels clattering like tin cans behind them. “I’m gonna give you everything you want,” he said breathlessly as he tossed her onto his mattress. He hastily undid his belt. “Just don’t tell Blake. “

Lips hastily yearned for the ones in front of her, hands untucking the shirt that lied beneath her skirt, ripping the blazer from her torso as she let it drop to the ground, her heels clattering as he pulled her close, fingertips running themselves through locks of auburn. “I know,” she managed to breath onto his lips, her hands quickly working their way down to the hemline of his shirt, pulling it over his head as it fell to a corner of the apartment that she hadn’t cared for in the moment, the feeling of chiselled skin beneath her touch, a small moan passing through parted lips as her tongue massaged against his, wrestling for dominance as his hands cupped her ass.

Loralai fingers quickly undid the buttons that lined themselves down her torso, revealing the lacy that lied beneath the layers, letting it slip from her grip as it floated to the ground, almost how gracefully she’d landed into the comfort of the mattress, long lashes fluttering in front of lustful doe-like brown eyes. Innocence at it’s worst -- that’s once how someone had described her. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Leaning forward, Loralai began to swat away his own hands, undoing the buckle, hearing it whip against the air as she pulled it free from the confines of the loops, expertly undoing the button as she pulled down the zipper. “Who me?” she asked, her voice almost teasing as she leaned up for only a moment, her tone sweet before she laid her lips against his once more, her motions slow and a bit more intimate. “I would never.”

Mckenna was so entranced by her backside that he didn’t catch her when she first mentioned sex. It wasn’t until she mentioned flexibility did he do a double-take. “What?” he laughed, scrubbing behind his ear and looking abashed like he totally wasn’t thinking it. Once she mentioned it, he couldn’t help but reassess all that he saw in front of her. Her slim legs, her tight ass, her plush lips parting like that for something thicker than air. Mckenna grew red to his hairline until he was nearly all one colour.

 He licked his lips at the thought of what she might taste like. Bit his lip at how it must’ve felt like to have her talons running down his back as he fucked a couple brain cells out of her. Blake’s voice shouting ‘bro!’ at him shook him out of his plundering thoughts as his eyes scrolled back up to her face like someone hit the home key on a keyboard. Blake was his bro. His homeboy. His very good friend. What would he think if he fucked his girl who’d just come home? 

“I dunno, Lorelai… What about Blake? Aren’t you… like, you know…” What he wanted to ask was whether she and Blake were going to get back together while his dick argued for plausible deniability if he didn’t know. Mckenna swallowed, looking down at body again. 

“I mean, I live a couple blocks that way…”

She’d watched him blush and fluster, but something in her screamed he hadn’t been as innocent as he seemed, that he had a side to him that only wanted to please, and while a large part of her only wanted to imagine the look on Blake’s face once she would tell him that she’d ridden his precious McKenna’s cock into the sunset, the other part of her wanted to see just how far he was willing to aim to please her. Beside, since she’d been back in town, she still hadn’t had anyone moaning her name in delight, the feeling of skin piercing beneath her nails missed, and her breath quickening as she neared a climax, if they were able to get her near one, stirring up something inside of her that had her begging out for, something, fuck, anything that could give her even an ounce of what she needed to chill the fuck out.

"What about Blake?” she’d asked, her brows knitting together in confusion. Loyalties were lost on her, right now, this had been a game of chess and in that moment, she wanted her queen to take his king, moving the pawns in front of them in defence until complete and total war had been the only thing that ensued around them, burning down the castle. 

The Louboutin heels clicking against the ground came to a screeching halt as she neared him once again. “We don’t worry about Blake. That’s ancient history and right now?” she asked, her voice direct and concise as she spoke, fingertips coming up to wrap around the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to her level as her breath breathed fire against his skin, whispering words of encouragements into his ear. “I want you to fuck me into your bed, until I can’t walk straight. Got it?”

The moment she stood up, Mckenna knew he was in trouble. She was five foot nothing of pure, unadulterated beauty and he couldn’t help but clock her from her raven locks to her sky-high heels. He was a drowning man and she was the ocean and he couldn’t help but swallow mouthful after mouthful of water in desperation to drown. 

Once she smiled, he knew he was done for. 

“Y-yeah, of course, I’m coming,” he said, scampering after her as she made it to the door. He rushed to push it open, nearly tripping over himself to hold it for her so that she wouldn’t have to strain. Mckenna was terrible at reading people but he was pretty sure she was impressed with him– at least a little bit. He could’ve stood for more enthusiasm but as it were, he was stoked to be dragged along on her leash. 

Crap, he was supposed to a good pal to Blake, wasn’t he? The guilt of knowing that he was betraying his bestie kept him from running away with thoughts of what he wanted to do to her but it didn’t stop him from watching the swish of her skirt over her derriere with every step. 

“Um, so, where are we going? What– what were you thinking?”

She knew her worth, it was something that was preached to her time and time again, always know that you are the ruler of your own world. But something about that never seemed right to her. She’d always wanted more than that -- she wanted to be the ruler of everyone else’s world too. She wanted to make men grovel at her feet, and women obey her every command. And Mckenna? Mckenna could give her that.

Footsteps stopped in their tracks as she waited for the hurrying padders she heard following in her wake, watching from the corner of her eye as he held open the door, nails coming down to trail down his cheek, the smile never leaving as she passed through the threshold. After this, the age old tale of soulless gingers would take flight, because she would make sure to suck every remaining ounce out of him. 

“My place -- or yours. Whichever’s closer,” her mouth hung open as she gasped, eyes widening slightly.  “ -- Unless you’re down for car sex in broad daylight, or an alleyway. Then again, we would have more room for flexibility on a bed. You know what -- yeah, yours or mine.”