She threw herself into the wall and arched her back.
“Yeah baby.”
He pushed her shoulders against the wall and pressed his tongue into the nape of her neck as his hand kept busy under her skirt. He bit down into the flesh, and he could feel her tense up, then ease back into it.
“You motherfucker,” he heard her say.
He looked into her eyes.
She snarled at him.
He felt her hand reach behind his head. She gripped hard, pulled him by his hair and swung. Her fist connected and she made damn sure she followed through with her shoulder. He licked the blood that ran from his nose.
“Bitch.”
He kept his hang going below her skirt.
Her head flung against the wall and she breathed hard out of her mouth. She pulled on the back of his hair again. He shook loose and pinned his forehead against hers.
“Don’t get carried away yet, baby.”
He reached down and snapped her panties into a dead string of elastic, dropped it on the dingy tile floor.
She reached down and got his belt off. She wrapped the belt around his neck.
He grabbed her by the jaw and pushed his mouth into hers.
She opened his fly and reached in.
He propped her leg against the rusting sink.
She teased him for a minute with one hand; the other hand adding torque around his neck.
He grabbed her by the hips and forced it in.
He thrust with all his might, and she took it each time, grinding harder and harder. Their rhythm matched the pulse of the music pounding against the walls from outside. He held her tight by the waist and she held on tight by his neck. The air stank of piss and rotting alcohol. Cigarette butts lay smoldering amidst the floor like littered dead flies.
A pair of old drunks wandered in, arm in arm, singing to each other on their way to the urinals. After they left another patron walked in and used the stall. When he finished, he didn’t flush or wash his hands.
Her eyes watched each passerby as she tightened the belt.
She looked at the man inside her and lunged at him, catching his lip with her teeth. When he retracted she pulled the belt tighter. He looked at her before spitting the blood on the floor. They kissed again. She fantasized about this for weeks. The overhead light spazzed and flickered.
Author: Lawrence Goodwin
