RAIN
"I am not doing this with you."
"Why?"
I grind my teeth together, looking at the man kneeling in front of me. It's an erotic sight that messes with my mind, forgetting what I was about to say.
"In case you haven't noticed, I don't want anything to do with you."
"Why?" he asks softly, his eyes glossing over and something inside me shakes.
"You know why."
He puts his face on my clothed thigh, holding tight. "Please rain."
He looks pathetic on the floor, looking up at me like I am the only thing he wants in the whole world. Fuck.
"I don't want to talk about it, leave me alone. I am going to eat-"I start getting off but he pins me in place.
He starts to unbuckle my belt, then the buttons, and soon his hand is reaching inside my boxers, grasping me. Gasping at the contact, I look at him, wide-eyed.
"Don't leave," his plea freezes me in place, as he starts to move his hand in an up and down motion.