Between a Rock and a Hard Place

by Bohannon, Hipsy

  This hadn't been what she was excepting but she was glad it all went down the way it did. If he hadn't forced her hand, she might have given him a million reasons, as to why they shouldn’t be doing this. She might have just turned, and walked, right out of the room. She knew, that she would have regretted that, though.

  Able was moving her body again, posing her how he wanted her to be. Her leg's were thrown over his shoulder as he gripped her hips, forcing her ass to stay in place, while he hit her hard and deep. Her cervix ached, sharpness tinging every time the tip of his cock slammed into it. His shaft was wedged into her lungs, she was sure of it.

  Glancing between their bodies she found his abs tightening with every move he made. His fingers were creating bruises on her hips as her nails left angry red scratches, everywhere they ventured. The noises coming from them, sounded more animal, than human, more pain than pleasure. They were gonna break the bed if they kept it up. Skin, slapping against skin, echoed off the walls.

  A low growl ripped out of Able’s chest as Penny’s teeth bit down on his lip, breaking the thin skin. Pulling back from her, he found the crimson proof on her lips. She looked wild, fierce, and determined. She must have been, to be taking what his body was dishing out. He had never laid down the pipe like this before, hell, his dick ,was starting to get sore but he kept on just the same.

  "I'm gonna fuckin’ break you!" He hissed, between gritted teeth, reaching up to grip Penny’s slim neck in his large hand, squeezing until her eyes bulged before he let loose of her.

  He took note of how her pussy had gripped his cock, he fucking loved it, so he did it again. When he denied her oxygen for just a moment too long, she clawed at his wrist. Finally, releasing her neck, Able instantly covered Penny’s mouth with his. If she wanted air, she was gonna have to suck it from his lungs.

  Penny was spinning, her face turning, almost as red, as her

  abused pussy. She was so fucking turned on. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into Able but she liked it. She wondered though, if maybe nothing had gotten into him, maybe this was just who he was, as a lover. After all, he’d been a bit rough the last time, as well.

  She had never met someone with two, such totally different, personalities. He was so sweet, so dorky, and gentle in his everyday life, yet when you got him naked, a beast stepped into his place. A beast that could fuck you into handing over your very soul. It was like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde.

  With Cole, she never feared that he would hurt her in the bedroom. He was a caretaker by nature, he was a people pleaser, through and through. Able, on the other hand, didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wanted his and was willing to do whatever he had to, to get it.

  Able could feel her walls starting to flutter, letting him know she was close.

  "Don’t you fucking dare, come on my cock, don’t you fucking do it!" He warned, glaring down at her. "You should have just stayed gone, should have just left it be! But, you didn’t. Big mistake! You’re gonna take, everything I fuckin’ got, you hear me?!" He continued, as he ripped his cock free of her.

  He felt like a monster, with the way he was taking her. He was too, so, it was fitting. He had thought that meeting up with her again, would be sexy and fun, but it wasn’t. I mean, she was sexy, just like she always was, but this, wasn’t his idea of fun. His entire being was screaming at him, that what he was doing, was not okay, betraying his best friend, was not okay. Cole loved this woman, he loved her with all his fucking heart, and here Able was, balls deep in her cunt, fucking her like she owed him something.

  A huge part of Able was still blaming Penny. This was her fault, and she deserved to be punished. That part of him, won out, as he flipped her over on the bed, with little to no care. As if she was more fuck doll, than human being.

  Penny tried to push up on all fours, thinking that's what Able wanted, but he quickly shoved her back down, flat on her belly. Turning her head, to take him in, she was met with a look that sent a shiver down her spine.

  "Don’t look at me like that, you had this coming!" He snarled. Pressing his palm against the back of her head, he pushed her face into the pillow.

  Next, his body dropped down onto Penny’s like a lead blanket. His action had her gasping, feeling crushed as he forced her knees apart with his, making room for himself. This angle was something new, it had her moaning out as he hit her most intimate parts, over and over again.

  His weighted cock, felt heavy inside her core as he worked his hips in circles against her ass. His arms hooked under her, until his hands gripped her shoulders, holding her in place to take him. She couldn't move an inch, under his body. All she was left to do,

  was just lay there and take it. And take it, she did. She took every single one of his long hard strokes as he pounded her pussy out.

  "Please, please, fuck it hurts… so good!" she begged out a praise.

  "Please, what? Please let you cum? Is that what you want, Livi? You wanna cum on, my, cock?!"

  He was so vulgar, so not like himself. What the hell had this situation turned him into? What had, she, turned him into?

  "Yes, oh fuck!”

  "No," was his only reply.

  He sat up on his knees, still buried in her core. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he watched his cock, fill and empty her

  tight pussy, over and over again. It was fucking beautiful.

  Reaching over on his nightstand, he quickly snagged his camera, before zooming in on where they sat connected. The flash filled the room, making Penny’s eyes go wide as she turned her head, once again, to look back at him.

  "Able, no," she warned, making him grin.

  It was cute that she thought she still had a little bit of control over the situation.

  “Don’t move," he barked, snapping another pic.

  Grabbing her arm, he bent her top half around as far as it would go. Her waist now twisted up, he continued to pound into her backside.

  He snapped a picture of her body bending in the odd pose, capturing from her collar bone down to where he was lodged into her core. He tossed her and turned her, taking pic, after pic. He was lost to it, lost to capturing her image and stealing her very soul.

  The pics were out of focus and abstract, just teeth biting flesh, hands gripping tits, and bodies coming together in a very violent way. He didn't wanna capture her face, couldn't bear to look at it. Her eyes, were too much to take in.

  Finally, he could take no more. He was close, his balls ached from slamming against her box, time and again, with no release. It had been hours, the sun was setting in the windows. They

  had flipped, tossed, and moved over the entire bed. The sheets no longer clung to the mattress. It looked as if a natural disaster had hit the once lavish room.

  Penny had begged for the last hour, tears running down her face, needing her release, so badly, that it physically hurt. Able had brought her to her end, a hundred times, only to rip it back away from her.

  "Please," She sounded so fucking broken, as she laid on her back, leg's spread wide.

  Her entire body was trembling as he continued to fill her abused pussy, with his massive cock.

  "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" Able moaned into her ear as he gave her, three more, hard thrusts.

  Just as he cried out, Penny felt his seed splash against her core. That was all it took. She yelped, a choking noise, as her body

  locked down around his shaft, sucking out the cum he was still, steady pumping into her. It was painful for each of them. They had held it at bay, for far, too long. Grunts sounded forced, and eyes squeezed shut, as they clutched at one another.

  Able’s weight, now laid heavy next to her. She waited, listening to his breaths as they slowed. Glancing over, she found his arm laid over his eyes, his cock resting spent on his tummy. She was sure that he had drifted off to sleep, and who could blame him? The man had just put in over three hours of body breaking, ground, and pound.

  She wanted to follow suit, curl up right next to him, and let her
dreams take her over, but no way, was she gonna let herself do that. That would involve waking up next to him, and honestly, she knew she couldn't handle that, couldn’t look him in the eyes, not after what they had just done.

  The situation was all too much for Penny to bare. She needed to get out of this room and away from Able. Slowly she pushed off the bed, gritting her teeth with every move that she made. Her entire body ached. She felt as if she had been hit by a truck. Her leg's wobbled as she tried to stand, making her look like a newborn deer, trying to take its very first steps. She tried to stay quiet, as she made her way around the room, collecting her things. Even so, she knew Able was up, now. She could feel his eyes burning into her back. She didn’t turn around, though, she didn’t dare. Instead, she tip-toed to the door, ready to make her escape.

  "Hey," Able’s raspy voice, called out.

  Damn him, she was so fucking close. She should, just keep walking. She knew that was her best bet if she wanted to get out of this thing with any whole pieces still left of herself. She didn't, though.

  Glancing back, she found him leaned up on his elbows in the bed she had just left behind. He gave her a look, filled with a million questions, all ones that she didn't have any answer's to. A

  moment passed before she finally gave him a little nod.

  “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He said in a low tone, as if, he was a child, who had broken his mothers, favorite china.

  Looking back at him, Penny saw that little boy. He was back to being the other part of himself, the shy, sweet guy, she had grown to love. No longer did he look possessed with need. Now, he just looked young and confused, guilty even.

  “I’m not,” was her only reply as she made her way out of the room.

  Able watched as Penny walked out the door, wondering if that was it. Maybe that would be for the best, actually, he knew that it would, but part of him still wanted more. Their interaction hadn’t killed his interest, not in the least. It appeared nothing could, not even guilt, which was currently eating him alive.

  His phone vibrating to life on the night stand, had him jumping out of his skin. When he then, saw that it was Cole, he wished, that he could burn his flesh right off the bone.

  “Hey fuck head, why didn't you tell me you were coming to town?" Cole’s voice came over the line.

  "Cuz, I'm not staying. I’ll be leaving out on the red eye tonight." Able informed, trying like hell to sound normal but how the fuck was he supposed to do that after what he had just done?

  "It’s still fucked up that I gotta find out about it on Twitter."

  "How?"

  "A fan snagged a pic of you at the airport. You looked like shit, get a haircut, you hippie!"

  "Thanks,"

  "Anyway, I'm here, let me the fuck in!"

  "You're, where?" Able questioned, bolting up on the bed.

  Just then, a loud bang rang out on his door, making his eyes go wide. “Shit!” he hissed jumping out of bed. His body was stiff from he and Penny’s, heated exchange. Quickly, he tugged on his pants as Cole, continued his obnoxious banging, on the door. One deep breath, had him finally opening the it to find his friend standing there, looking good and annoyed.

  "Bout fucking time! What the hell were you doing, jerking off?" Cole teased, stepping inside, before pulling his friend in, for a bear hug. "I missed ya, man!"

  "You too," Able nodded, feeling like the fucking scumbag that he was.

  "You okay, brother?" Cole questioned, feeling how stiff his friend was in his arms.

  "Yeah, I'm good. It was just a long flight in. I’m pretty beat."

  Cole looked him up and down taking in his disheveled state. His hair was wild, his skin slick with sweat. He had fresh claw marks covering his bare chest, and as Cole looked over his shoulder, he found the bed torn to shreds. With one sniff of the air, Cole’s nose was filled with the scent of dirty sex. Locking eyes back with his friend, Cole slowly raised his brow.

  "What?" Able questioned, feeling like, at any moment, Cole was gonna punch him in the face… like he deserved.

  "God damn man, five hours in town and you already got your dick wet, atta boy! Let me guess, stewardess?" Cole mused, pushing past his friend to make his way over to the lamp before snatching up the black lacy thongs that hung from its shade. He turned around, spinning them on his fingertip, with a knowing smirk, sent Able’s way.

  Able was sure that Cole could see right through him.

  "Yeah, well, you know me." Able offered with a shrug, trying to play it off as he walked over to the mini-bar.

  "Actually, I do know you, and that's, not really like you, at all.”

  Cole was on him, standing way too close as Able handed him a beer. Every second that passed had Able counting his heartbeats. Cole did know him and hooking up with random strange, usually wasn’t his thing. Hell, the only time that ever even happened was when he was around Cole. That man just had a way of making sleazy situations, seem like the best time ever.

  “It’s about time you started enjoying some of the dirtier perks of fame." Cole smiled a dirty grin, tossing the panties to accept the beer Able was handing him. "Damn man, she really tore your ass up." Cole grinned poking at Able’s clawed flesh.

  "Yeah, she did, didn’t she." Able nodded, taking a step away from his friend to take an awkward seat on the bed.

  He needed distance between them. He had the worst fear, that at any second, Cole was gonna snap out, murder him, and leave his body wrapped up in the sheets for the maid to find. The same sheets that he had just fucked the love of Cole’s life on.

  "So, what do you wanna do? Maybe hit up a bar, club, you name it brother and we are on that shit!" Cole said, looking a little, too, excited.

  Able swallowed deep, scratching at the back of his head. He really wasn't feeling any of this. It wasn't fair to Cole, but Able just couldn't be around him.

  "I um, I think I'm just gonna lay low. I'm pretty worn out, as it is." He noted, looking everywhere, but at, Cole.

  "I hear ya. I just thought, since it had been a while, ya know, maybe we could chill, catch up, but if you ain't up to it, that’s cool too." Cole offered, eyeing his friend. He didn't look right, at all. Cole wondered, if maybe, he was still bent out of shape over the whole, Penny thing. He hoped that wasn’t the case.

  "Yeah, no, not this time. Like I said, I just kinda wanna lay low." Able noted, before taking a long sip from his beer.

  Cole eyed him for a moment before finally giving him a nod. "Alright brother, just hit me up, okay?" Cole called out over his shoulder, already making his way to the door.

  “Ya, I will,” Able called out, making Cole turn, just as he got to the door.

  “Ya man, make sure you do. I miss you, dude.”

  Able gave him a curt nod and nothing more, making Cole feel, absolutely terrible, in return. He hated, that Able was still sore with him. He knew time would heal all wounds, but damn, it was sitting heavy on him, right now. He just wanted things to be back to normal and as fast as possible. That didn’t seem to be happening, though. He decided, that he would just have to give it a little more time.

  They had conventions coming up, soon. Hopefully, by then, Able would have let it go. No way, could his bestie hold a grudge, when he was forced to be around him.

  Normally, neither really cared for the convention circuit. It was an all day affair of sitting in a booth with your picture being taken from every angle as fans flocked around you for autographs. It was a good way to interact with your fan base but your hand got tired, an hour in, and by the time it was all said and done, you hoped that you would never have to see or attend, another Comic Con or Wizard World convention, for as long as you lived. They were usually held in giant buildings. Fans flocked in from all over the world, just to get a glimpse of their favorite stars from T.V. and movies. It was loud, hectic, and off the wall. They were a money maker, though. Celebs could charge, whatever they saw fit for autographs and photo ops. The cash was good and usually, he and Able only
hit up a few, a year, so it wasn’t too bad. It was mostly new entertainers just starting out or ones who had already hit their prime, but big names sometimes did attend as well.

  Able, really didn’t need the cash he got from them. He was a big star, now, so, he more did them, for the fans. Cole, on the other hand, had faded out a bit over the years. He wasn’t taking jobs like he used to when he was younger. He didn’t like to leave town, for long periods of time. Didn’t like leaving Penny and T.J. was more like it. So, he enjoyed the money the conventions offered. And now, with Able still seeming to hold a grudge, he needed the conventions. They would force his friend to be around him. Able would forgive him eventually, that’s just who Able was. It would just take a little while, is all. Everything was gonna get back to normal, eventually. Cole refused to believe anything else.

  Chapter 22

  P enny wiped at the sweat that was pouring off her forehead. For the last, three hours, she had been at Cole’s gym, rehearsing her sets for the club. She was pushing herself, way too, hard but she needed the distraction. She had been more than a little twisted up since leaving Able’s room, the other day.

  When he texted her last night, they both, pretended like nothing had happened. She was glad for that. She knew, she wouldn’t be able to put into words, what had really gone down between them. Just thinking about it, made her toes curl, and her heart hurt.

  She couldn't deny the bond they had, the chemistry, or the connection. She had really hoped that seeing him again, would force her to realize that it wasn’t all she had cracked it up to be. But it turned out, it was. It was that good and better. She was in an even worse spot than before.

  Her only saving grace was that he was already gone again. Something about, knowing, that Able was in the same city as her, kept her on edge. He was too much of a draw. She needed to keep