#ranocker

“You lying bastard!” you yell at Rocky as he walks through the door, his black leather jacket covered in rain from the torrential storm raging outside. Anger clouds your vision and your fists clench tightly, fingernails pressing sharply into your palms. After all this time of being faithful to him, he’s decided to go ahead and sleep with some slut he met on tour a couple months ago. You weren’t going to believe any rumors, but after what you saw today…things changed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Rocky says, stopping in his tracks, his voice smooth and deep. His eyes darken as you storm towards him.

“I know about you sneaking over to that whore’s house in the middle of the day. I know you are a LOT more than friends, contrary to what you’ve told me. I’m not stupid,” you yell. “The pictures are all over Twitter. Pictures of you kissing her, of you…” your voice cracks and trails off, betraying your hurt. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hold back the hot tears. You won’t let him hurt you like this, you can’t.

“So?” Rocky replies coldly. Your gaze shoots up to meet his, all sorrow replaced by pure fury.

“So?” you repeat incredulously. “You go fuck some random actor, breaking my heart in the process, and all you have to say is ‘so’?!”

“It’s not like you haven’t cheated on me,” Rocky says darkly, moving closer to you. You can smell alcohol and cigarettes on his breath. You step backwards, startled.

“Excuse me?” you yell, narrowing your eyes. “I thought we were in love! I would never-”

“Oh shut up Angie,” Rocky says loudly, rolling his eyes. “You think I didn’t see the way you and Riker have been looking at each other, how you guys always spend time together, how-”

“Oh so now I can’t have friends that happen to be guys?” you yell in return. “Last time I checked, it’s not illegal to spend time with another man. Riker and I are just friends, are you really so jealous that you can’t see that?”

“Why would I be jealous over you?” Rocky laughs. “You’re worth nothing to me Angie, not anymore.” By now, you and Rocky are face to face. You can see the cold, hard anger in his normally soft brown eyes. The veins on his neck are popping out, and you can see his jaw clenching. Your eyes are drawn to his mouth, and you bite your lip. You find yourself inexplicably attracted to him, even as he’s hurt you more than ever before.

“I hope you have fun with that slut,” you say, still staring at his mouth. “You deserve each other.” Before you know it, Rocky’s lips are crashing violently against yours. Your tongues push against each other, fighting for dominance. You can taste his last drink, the flavour still lingering in his mouth.

Rocky rips open your shirt, causing the buttons to fly off. Your fingers automatically move down to his belt, undoing the buckle as fast as possible. Rocky’s sloppy kisses move down to your neck. He bites down softly, groaning as you slide his pants down his legs. His hands slide down your skirt and he begins to finger you roughly. You let out a small whimper as he slides two fingers in at once.

“You like it like that?” Rocky whispers coldly in your ear. You begin to suck on his earlobe in response, causing him to pick up speed. He pulls his fingers out suddenly and he throws you over his shoulder. He carries you to the bedroom and throws you down on the bed. He quickly throws off his shirt and pulls off his boxers. He’s suddenly on top of you, his lips once again pressing harshly against yours. You reach your hands down and grasp his shaft. You move one hand up and down his length roughly while the other hand massages his balls. Rocky groans loudly and begins to kiss his way down your chest, undoing your bra along the way. He leaves small love bites on your breasts and suddenly pulls your legs open. He pulls his dick out of your hands and shoves it into you forcefully. You scream out, not adjusted to his size.

“I like it when you scream,” Rocky whispers seductively in your ear. He thrusts in and out roughly, causing immense pleasure.

“Rocky…” you moan.

“Louder Angie,” he growls. “Yell it.” His thrusts become more and more powerful, and he starts to hit your g-spot on each one.

“OH ROCKY,” you yell, grabbing at the bed sheets. “ROCKY FASTER.”

He obeys and starts to roll his hips faster into yours. You pull his face back up to yours and you kiss him passionately, sucking on his lower lip. Rocky forces his tongue in your mouth once again, and this time you let him take control. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you prepare to orgasm.

“Rocky I’m coming,” you whimper, separating your lips from his.

“Look at me when you come,” Rocky says roughly. “I want to see the pleasure in your eyes.” You stare into his dark eyes and feel yourself come, your liquids releasing. Rocky comes soon after, his orgasm causing his eyes to roll back in his head. He slowly pulls out of you and lays down beside you on the bed.

Neither of you speak a word until Rocky finally gets up and puts his shirt and pants back on. You pull on an oversize shirt and follow him out into the hallway. You lean up against the wall, your arms crossed over your chest. Rocky approaches the door.

“Where are you going?” you ask, your voice emotionless.

“Out,” he answers, pulling his leather jacket back on.

“Don’t bother coming back,” you say coldly. “You can stay with her.” Rocky stops, his back turned to you. His head turns to look over his shoulder, his cold eyes meeting yours.

“I wasn’t going to bother coming back,” Rocky answers, smirking slightly. “I’ll give Emma your regards.” And with that Rocky left your flat for the last time, slamming the door behind him. You stare at the door for a few minutes, and let a single tear fall down your cheek. You suddenly turn around and walk over to the telephone on the table and dial the most recent number. They pick up on the first ring.