He Just Won't Listen

All characters are above 18. This is a fictional story with nonconsensual sex. I do not condone actual rape, this story is for reading purposes only!

John walked into the living room, balancing two full plates on his arm. I hopped off the couch to help him. He was already making me dinner - I wasn't going to ask him to also serve it to me on a silver platter.

"No, you sit," he smiled at me. "I got it."

"Are you sure?" I hesitated but sat back down. I fidgeted on the couch as he laid out the plates on the coffee table facing the couch. He was definitely a good cook; the dinner looked and smelled amazing. He was also good at a lot of other things around the house - oh, and driving. He had been giving me (free!) lessons recently and honestly, I sucked, but he was so patient with me that my nerves wouldn't be as bad with him in the car. I guess with his age came a lot of expertise.

I glanced up, watching him walk back into the kitchen. He didn't look bad for his age. Honestly, he looked good. He had well-defined, big arms and he was much taller than me. He had a slight beard and all his hair still. I guess I just had a thing for older men, but he was twice my age and I was never, ever going to approach him like that. First of all, he was my landlord and roommate. Second of all, he had never showed any interest in me and I wouldn't be able to handle the rejection. And third of all, I didn't actually want to have sex with him or date him or anything. It was just a harmless roommate crush. That he (or anyone else for that matter) would never learn about.

"Oh!" I exclaimed when I saw him walk back with two bottles of lychee soju. "You got the ones I was telling you about."

"Yeah, I found them at the liquor store," he smiled again at me. He really was so nice to me. "Lychee. That's what you said you liked, right?"

"Yeah, thank you so much!" He placed the bottles at the table and twisted them open. "Thank you for the meal too. I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem, sweetie," he said as he sat down, a bit closer to me than he usually did. But it was just because the table was closer to me.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, thank you." I replied hurriedly. I was comfortable. I was just a bit nervous with him this close to me, that's all. But he wasn't touching me or anything, so it wasn't a big deal, really. Just my nerves, probably.

"You seen this before?" he gestured to the TV screen. It looked like an action movie - or was it a zombie movie?

"Uh, no, I don't think so." I didn't really like action nor zombie movies. "We can watch it."

"You sure? You can pick, if you want."

"No, no, I want to watch this one." Maybe I'd like it?

He dimmed the lights and started playing the movie. It wasn't terrible. We chatted occasionally as we watched and ate and drank. And then I started to get tipsy. I knew it happened when I laughed at a stupid plot hole and my body swayed to his side. I caught myself from falling on him by bracing a hand on his leg.

"Sorry," I giggled. I sat upright and looked into his bright blue eyes staring at me. "You have really nice eyes."

Uh, did I just say that? Out loud?

He smiled at that but he looked a bit nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I whipped my head back to the screen and took another swig of the soju. Then another and another.

"Woah," he placed an arm on my shoulder and gently took the bottle from me. "Slow down, sweetie."

I giggled again and leaned into his chest. He just felt so big and - "You're warm." I said that out loud too.

Oops.

I heard him gulp behind me but he didn't move away. Infact, he pulled me closer into his chest. I stared at the screen moving in front of me, unfocused. I had definitely just crossed a line.

And then he crossed one.

He placed a hand on my knee. My breath hitched but I didn't say anything. I was wearing my pajama shorts and he slowly moved his hand up my thigh, caressing my skin and slightly squeezing my thigh. It felt so good.

But he was my landlord, and roommate, and old enough to be my dad, and we weren't supposed to be doing this. All of that just made it feel better though, so I kept quiet.

His hand inched up to my shorts and he played with the hem for a few minutes. My heart was beating so fast. I was probably soaking wet. I didn't want him to know. Anymore and - I gasped when he slid his hand up my shorts, to my panties.

I placed my hand on his firmly and turned around slightly to face him - no, I couldn't look at him.

"John," I said quietly, looking at my lap. Where ours hand were joined. "I don't think we should..." My voice trailed off.

He tucked my hair behind my ear and tipped my chin up with his other hand.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. His pupils were wide now, tinged with bright blue at the edges and his breath smelled sweet like lychees.

He thought I was beautiful? I smiled slightly at him. He smiled back and lowered his mouth to mine.

"No!" I breathed out and pushed back at his chest. He was much stronger than me though, so it didn't do anything to push him back, and he placed his soft lips on mine. His beard was rough against my face. He pulled my chin down with his thumb and pressed his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like alcohol.

I pushed back weakly at his chest but, honestly, the kiss felt good. He knew how to kiss. Of course he did. And it'd been so many months since I'd kissed someone. But, still, this wasn't right.

I finally pulled myself back, my chest slightly heaving for air.

"John," I tried again. I still couldn't look him in the eyes so I stared at his chest. The movie was still playing in the background, and the lights from the screen danced on his shirt, highlighting the muscles hidden under his chest. "We shouldn't, um, we should probably not do this. Right?"

I sneaked a glance up at him. He looked so serious. Was he angry?

"Are you mad?" I blurted out. "I'm sorry." His eyes softened and he placed both of his hands on my waist.

"Mad?" he leaned in towards me, and gently pushed me down so that my back was on the couch and he was on top of me, his mouth at my ear. "I'm not mad, sweetie," he whispered.

I felt my pussy tighten at his breath in my ear.

He pushed my shirt up slightly and his hands started caressing my side. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he said.

I had too...right? I couldn't admit it, though.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said as his thumb caressed my under boob. His touch felt electric.

He propped himself up on one arm and stared at me. I just bit my lip.

"I want to fuck you so bad, baby." My eyes widened at that. He'd never call 'baby' before. He lowered his weight down on me and I felt his rock hard cock through the fabric separating us.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Mmph-," was all I could manage before he caught my lips again with his and started grinding his cock into me. I don't even know what I was trying to say. I could feel my legs opening to allow his cock to grind into the spot where I wanted it.

He slipped a hand in my shorts again, and this time, successfully past my panties. He groaned in my mouth when he felt how wet I was. I pushed at his chest to get him off me. I was so embarrassed.

His finger circled around my slippery hole. There was no going back if he finger fucked me. It was my fault - I'd started this, and I had to stop it. I pounded harder at his chest.

He lifted up slightly to look at me but before I could even get a breath in to say anything, he pressed his finger into my hole.

"No! John! I don't want to," I said, panting between words. My pussy clenched around his finger as he slowly pushed it in.

"Baby," he sounded so sweet but he wasn't listening to me at all. He kept stroking my hole with his finger, and I was, embarrasingly, getting more and more turned on. "You're so wet. You don't like it?"

"Huh? Oh, um," I couldn't think properly. His finger felt so good inside me. But my pussy was aching for a wider stretch. "It's not that..." I moaned when he added his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in slow circles. He was so much better at this than my ex. "But, um, we can't have sex."

"Wecan't?" He emphasized the last word and chuckled softly. "Why not?"

"Well...mm," I closed my eyes. I didn't really care why we couldn't at that exact moment. Did it really matter? I had even stopped pushing him off. My hands were gripping his shirt, pulling him closer to me and I was humping his hand. I wanted to cum.

"Your pussy is gripping my finger so tightly," he murmured. He sounded a bit dazed too. His finger slowed down and he pulled it out. My eyes popped open at the absence of his touch.

He was getting up!

I grabbed his arm. No way he was going to leave me all hot and bothered.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't worry, baby," his smile was back. But it looked too close to a smirk. "I'm not going anywhere."

He pulled his pants down slightly and pulled his hard cock out. I could only stare. It was so much bigger than I'd dreamt. I'd masturbated many nights, wondering how big it was, how hard it would fuck me - and I was about to find out.

"Lift up your hips," his voice was husky and I know he wasn't asking. He was going to fuck me whether I cooperated or not. I lifted up slowly. I didn't want to upset him.

He peeled my shorts off first. Then, before taking off my panties, he looked me in the eye as if waiting for me to stop him. He looked a bit...scary. I didn't dare try to stop him.

I could smell my arousal in the air as he slowly pulled down my panties. I yelped when he started rubbing his cock across my folds.

"John!" His eyes shot up to my face. I suddenly remembered that he hadn't put on a condom.

"Mmh," he groaned as he started pushing his cock into my slick hole. "Damn..."

"Ohh, no, no, wait," I put my hands on his waist to stop him from going deeper. "Could you, um...condom?"

"Ah, fuck," he grabbed both my hands and pinned them down to my side. His cock was slowly stretching me as he kept pushing it in deeper. "Don't worry, baby. I'll pull out."

He pulled out a bit then and for a second I thought he meant he was pulling out to get a condom, but then he shoved his length in me. My breath got knocked out of my lungs.

"Ohh. Uhh, too deep." I whimpered. "That hurt."

"You're okay, baby. Ahh, yes, you feel so good." He started thrusting into me with force, using my hands to pull my body closer into his each time he rammed his cock in.

"Please...ohhh...John! Uhh...please, it hurts," I begged him between his rough thrusts.

"Damn. You're so fucking tight," he panted, sawing in and out of me. "I've wanted to fuck you since the day you moved in."

"Agh!" I cried - his cock had just pushed hard against my cervix.

"I'm sorry, baby," he pulled his cock back slightly and lowered himself on me, dropping his forehead to the side of mine. "Did that hurt you?"

"A little," I said quietly.

"I'll be more gentle for you," he said. "It's just hard to...hold back. Ah...your pussy is so amazing...yeah," he groaned in my ear as he churned his cock inside me. His hand traveled up my shirt and grasped my boob, squeezing and kneading it.

My whimpers were slowly turning into soft moans. His cock was rubbing me in all the right places. I wrapped my legs around his back to pull him in even closer.

"Does that feel better, sweetie?" He sucked on my neck while slowly thrusting in and out of me.

"Mmhmm." I'd never been able to cum before with just fucking, but I was hovering right over the edge. Just a bit more....I arched my hips upward and desperately grinded my slick hole onto his shaft. "Ohh...John..."

"Yes, baby?"

"Mmm....mmh...ohh!" My inner walls clamped down on his length, convulsing around it as pleasure rolled through my body.

"Shit, did you just cum?" He stopped moving for a second as my pussy milked him. "Oh yeah...your pussy is asking to be filled up, baby."

That was the best sex I'd ever had (even though I hadn't wanted to). But I felt so tired suddenly. Is this what people meant by 'post-orgasmic bliss'?

My eyes started drooping.

"Baby, is it okay?" He whispered in my ear. "Let me fill you up."

No. I had to tell him that he couldn't. But I just wanted to sleep now. All the fight was gone from my body.

I whined in protest as he started to pick up his pace again. He wrapped his arms around me and started fucking me hard with short, quick thrusts.

"Mm yeah...fuck yes..." he said, panting against my ear. "Baby I'm about to cum. It's okay, right? Mmm, yeah, I want you to take my seed...Ahh, fuck!"

He buried his cock to the hilt inside me, jolting me awake.

"Oh, no! No! No!" I cried as his cock swelled even bigger inside me. "Take it out! John! Please!" I cried and flailed even as I felt his cock twitch and spurt rope after rope of hot cum right into my cervix.

He rocked inside me as he kept releasing his fluid. Some of the warm liquid started to leak out onto my thighs and drip on to the couch. I was never going to be able to sit here again and not think of his cock buried in me.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I got carried away," he slowly pulled his softening cock out of me and laid down next to me. He had the nerve to plant a kiss on my forehead and pull me into an embrace. "Don't worry, I'll get you a Plan B tomorrow."

Then after a few seconds of silence, he added, "Maybe we should get you on birth control."

I stiffened in his arms. He wasn't serious, right?