She flinches but doesn’t back down.  “And you’ll just be another disposable dick.  Like you always were.”

I take a step back and yank my shirt over my head.  “I’m not kissing you.  I’ll never kiss you again, you cold-hearted bitch.  Kissing means something and this don’t mean shit.”

“No, it doesn’t mean shit.”

I drop my pants and close her hand around my cock.  She gasps slightly and squeezes her way along the hard flesh.  This is what I’ve fantasized about.  But there’s a crude, angry quality to it now. I let her stroke me for a few more beats before I swat her away and start pumping my junk myself.

“Get it all off.”

Her hands grasp the hem of her shirt but then she hesitates.

“Now, Ren.  You wanted nasty and I’m going to give it to you nasty as all fuck, but that means I’m sure as hell not undressing you all gentle and sweet.”

“Fuck you,” she sneers, “if I wanted gentle and sweet I wouldn’t be here.”

“Glad we finally understand each other.  So get all your shit off and get spread out.”

Her chest heaves as she gets rid of her shirt and her torn bra. “You’re despicable now. I really hate you.”

“You don’t hate me at all.  But you will by the time I’m done tonight.”

I know there are some condoms in my bag but it takes me a minute of hunting around in the dark to find them.   Ren still has her skirt on and she’s slow about sliding her underwear off.  She hasn’t moved from the side of the truck.  The tailgate creaks in protest when I tug it down.

For a second the insanity of the situation hits me and I’m almost ashamed.  If I still had some shreds of decency to rub together I would drive her back to Atlantis, bid her a cordial farewell and then drive off forever.  What’s about to happen isn’t going to do either of us any good but somehow I can’t stop it.

I don’t want to stop it.

I snap my fingers at her face.  “Now get your spoiled little ass over here if you want to do this.”

Ren slides slowly around to the back and faces me with her tits bared and her skirt bunched up in her fists.  My cock is pointed straight as a thick arrow and with my teeth I tear open the condom wrapper.

She’s staring at my cock and she’s still clutching the sides of her skirt around her thighs like she’s about to go wading in shallow water.  That drives me slightly crazy and I grab the fabric, crudely yanking it over her hips until she’s forced to let it go and puddle on the ground.

Goddammit, why does she have to be so beautiful?

Her high gasp makes me think she might just be all talk here so I shove my hand between her legs to find out.

“Fuuuck,” I groan because she’s so open and ready I lose two fingers inside her without even trying.

“No!”  She pushes my hand right out of her and spins around, bracing her hands on the flattened tailgate and rubbing her lush little ass against my extended cock.  She knows what she’s doing, teasing with that ripe little cleft until I almost forget where I am and who I am because above all else there’s the big fat fucking need to get my shit buried in a tight spot.

“We’re doing it like this,” she whispers.

Ren’s long dark hair cascades over her bare back and there’s never been anything that screams SEX as loud as this goddamn woman bent naked over the truck and trying to swallow my cock with her ripe ass.  She jerks her head suddenly, swinging her hair aside and looking back at me to bark out a terse order.  “And Oz, you damn well better make it hurt!”

I could.  I could bore straight into that sweet center like a fucking jackhammer and pound pound pound without mercy until she cries.   Instead I get my hands around her hips, arch her body slightly and slide carefully into the tight, slippery entrance I had once been the first man to find a way into.

“Oz!” she gasps, then groans as I get into the rhythm.

Damn you.  Damn you.  Damn you.  I loved you.  Damn you. 

She’s clenching, arching, doing everything she can to push back and work her body so that I’m reaching the sweet spot.  I’m not gentle.  I squeeze her tits, suck her skin and keep pumping until she’s so far gone into her moaning ecstasy she probably doesn’t remember her own name.  That’s when I slide a hand underneath where we’re joined, find her swollen clit and press down with two fingers until I feel the shudder of a powerful orgasm start to claim her.

Then I abruptly stop.  It’s kind of cruel but that’s the idea.  I take my hand away, pull my cock out and grab a fistful of her thick hair, clawing my fingers close to her scalp and then tugging hard enough to make her yelp.

“You still want me to make it hurt, Ren?”

“Oh god, yes!”  She grinds her lower body against the hard shell of the tailgate, desperate for release, bringing a perverse smile to my face. If I so much as fucking breathe on that needy little pussy right now she’ll come so hard she won’t be able to stand up afterwards.

But I’m not giving that to her.

She told me to make it hurt and I’m damn well going to make it hurt, just not the way she had in mind.

She’s light enough so that I can flip her over with ease.   The moonlight pours over her tits and her belly and every cursed perfect inch of her.   All I want to do is bend my head and use my mouth, my tongue, to worship all of her until the sun reclaims the sky.  Instead I spread her legs wider, grip her hips and plunge inside, barely hanging on to my own reason when she arches her back, bends those pretty tits toward my face and lets out a low, throaty moan that I’m dead sure will give me mental jerkoff material until the day my cock stops working.  She’s so close to the edge she’s shaking and I’m about ready to bust my load wide open but I pull out again anyway.

“Please,” she moans, shaking her head from side to side, “I need…”

I climb on top of her.  “Look at me.”

She’s drunk with passion, can hardly hear me. “Wha-“

With a roar I grab her face in my palm, my fingers digging into her soft cheeks until she winces.

“Look at me, Loren Savage!  You better open up and fucking see me!”

She opens her eyes and there must be something terrible about the look on my face because they widen with alarm.  That’s when I plunge into her again.  Hard.  Deliberate.  She responds with a wild buck of her hips and a scream of pleasure that’s swiftly drowned with my mouth.

I’d told her I wouldn’t kiss her and true to my word, this is no kiss.  This is a ruthless invasion of tongue and force that doesn’t let up until we are both trembling from the spasms of our violent climax.

“Oscar,” she sighs softly when I finally let go of her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

No, that’s not this night.  That was another night, a long time ago.  It happened to two utterly different people who are long gone.  They won’t be coming back.

I don’t watch her as she pulls her clothes back on.  I sit there on the edge of the tailgate, naked and hollow, saying nothing.  Every ten seconds or so a flash of lightning burns the sky and shows the mountains hiding in the dark.  The wind kicks up slightly, rustling the dry mesquite leaves and stirring the dust on the desert floor.

Ren is beside me now, waiting.  Waiting for me to say a word, waiting for me to hop back in my truck and leave her out here to find her way back alone.  Without acknowledging her at all I manage to locate my clothes in the dust.

The used condom has already been tossed somewhere into the darkness.  Usually I’m scrupulous about such things but fuck it.  The desert can keep that one little sordid piece of us.

Once I’m behind the wheel again, Ren climbs into the passenger seat beside me and folds her hands primly in her lap as I steer the truck back to Atlantis.  There are lights on in the big house, not surprising since it isn’t really that late.  It’s not even nine o’clock.