"Not yet!" Finn panted. "I'm close!"
Lake was sitting up against the wall while he was fucking her mouth. He had crossed the line of what she was comfortable with but she was stuck between him and the wall. He had a firm grip with both hands in her hair, making sure she couldn't move her head while he pounded into the mouth. She was struggling to breathe and afraid she would either pass out or throw up. Tears were streaming down her face but he ignored them on purpose. She did the only thing she could. She clawed his thighs, hoping it would make him move back. Instead he grunted loudly and she felt her mouth fill with his semen. He looked down at her with a grin.
"Thanks, babe," he said. "I needed that."
He stepped away from her and walked towards the bathroom. She hurried to the kitchen and spat out his semen in the sink. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and emptied almost all of it in one go to get the salty taste out of her mouth. She hated when he came in her mouth and he knew it. He just didn't care. This time he hadn't even cared enough to get her naked or pretend to want to have sex with her. It was all about his needs and nothing else.
She heard the water from the shower start running and sighed loudly. She had no idea why she kept putting herself through this. She didn't want to wait for him. She didn't want to see him again after what he had just done. She left the water bottle on the counter, went out to her car, and drove home. Of course Seth's car was in the driveway. Typical her luck that he had returned home and noticed she wasn't there. There was no way around it. She had to go in there and have a conversation she didn't want to. She left her car and walked inside the house. The moment he saw her, he looked worried.
"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'm fine," she answered.
"You've been crying," he said.
"No, I haven't," she said.
"You got mascara smeared all over your face," he said.
She walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was true. Mascara had smeared all over her face when her tears had rolled from Finn's treatment.
"Lake?" He asked worried.
"It's called rough sex!" She snarled. "Maybe you should try it. You seem to be in much need to get laid since you seem to care so much about my sexlife."
She grabbed a wash cloth and started cleaning her face. He kept standing in the open door.
"What?" She snapped. "Do you wanna know how we do it too?"
"Why do you keep doing this?" He asked.
"I don't know, Seth," she threw the wash cloth in the sink. "I don't fucking know, okay? Because I'm a miserable human being that needs to be degraded since it's the only way I can get a man to touch me. Is that what you wanna hear?"
"No," he said.
He stepped out in the bathroom and gave her a hug. Tears rolled down her cheeks again.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself," he said.
"I know," she said.
"How many times have you gone to see him?" He asked.
"Only twice," she answered.
"You're lying again," he sighed. "I know about at least three times. I heard you sneak out the other night and you came back barely an hour later and snuck back in. Bastard boy doesn't last long, does he?"
He twisted a smile at her and got a giggle in return. If only Seth knew the real truth. The second time had been like the first time. A quick fuck and then she sat there waiting for 30 minutes while Finn took his time in the bathroom before kicking her out of the house with a lame excuse about not being able to sleep with her in the bed.
"Only those three times. I swear that's the truth," she said.
"Okay, I believe you," he said. "It's not true, you know."
"What isn't?" She asked.
"What you said before about a man touching you. There's plenty of men out there that would love to date you if only you would give them a chance," he said.
"I'm too broken for that," she said.
"Only in your own mind," he said.
"Thank you for the free therapy session," she said.
She walked past him and out of the bathroom. He followed behind. Clearly he wasn't ready to let go of this conversation.
"Seth, I just wanna be alone right now," she said.
"You should ask Roman out," he said.
She turned and looked at him.
"I mean it," he said. "Ask him out."
"He doesn't wanna go out with me," she said.
"He does," he chuckled. "He visited three times last week and again yesterday. He's planning on stopping by tomorrow again. Roman does not fucking visit me four times in two weeks. I've seen him more these past two weeks than I did my last girlfriend."
"She was a fucking weird one," she said.
"I know!" He laughed. "That's why I did the right thing and broke up with her before I ended up where you and Roman did in your relationships."
"Seth, please," she said.
He stepped closer and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I know I'm rough on you sometimes but you need to hear it. Tough love and all that. You are fucking awesome, Lake. I wish you could see that yourself," he said.
She nodded and gave him a tired smile.
"Can I go take a nap now?" She asked.
"Of course," he let go of her shoulders. "And then ask Roman out. He doesn't come around this much just to see me. He wants to see you. You're both attracted to each other no matter how much you both try to deny it. You should go out together. You got my blessing."