Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,109

panties aside—thank God, I have a fresh pair after my shower and the catheter is gone— then I feel his calloused fingers part my sleek, wet folds and then they’re on my throbbing clit and…

“Oh shit,” I moan, as my nerve endings catch fire like never before. Julian smirks as he massages my throbbing clit with his calloused thumb while he pushes two fingers in and out in deep, measured thrusts that only remind me of one thing. His beautiful, skilled, amazing cock. “Julian.”

My body reacts to him almost immediately, like it knows him, knows he’s the only one who’s ever brought pleasure to it with a mere touch and that’s exactly how he makes me lose my mind in this godawful hour of the night, in a hospital room, dressed in a hospital gown, a mere fucking touch.

He massages my clit with finesse, making electricity course through my spine. I can feel the build-up starting, the tension in me coiling as I respond helplessly to his touch.

How can we go from tears to me gasping for breath in a totally different way? Only Julian can do that to me even at the strangest times.

“Fuck.”

“Keep those beautiful eyes on me, Little Minx,” he orders tersely.

Helpless and wound so tight, I look up and hold his stormy, sexy gaze. A silent gasp leaves me when he flicks my clit and plunges two fingers so deep into my pussy, I fall into him.

I bring my forehead against his, not looking away.

“Julian.” His name between my lips. His fingers strumming music, magic and misery between my legs. I could pass out.

Take it away. The shame of being in that warehouse… please, take it away…

“Yes, baby,” he whispers, watching me. “Just like that, let me have it.”

With his expert fingers, he strums me and plays me like a violin. Over and over again, he hits my G-spot, but each time I grip his fingers so tight, he chuckles and slows down.

“Julian, please,” I whisper, running my hands through his now short hair.

“You know what to do.”

And I do know what he wants. He wants me to kiss him… I lean in and kiss his forehead.

He watches me silently, the tension in me and in the room mounting, but I pretend not to notice.

“Mia.”

Just one word and my heart starts pounding all over again.

I’m pretty sure I’m starting to sweat because what he wants, what he’s telling me he wants, I… I can’t give it to him.

“Don’t play with me, Mia, I’ll fucking drop to my knees to fucking beg if you want that but don’t play with me, Little Minx,” he growls, each word low and clipped. “If you’re going to kiss me, kiss me like you want a fucking forever with me.”

That’s just the thing. I can’t kiss him on the lips. I can’t give myself to him like that… not after everything.

“Don’t beg,” I whisper brokenly. “I don’t want to be that cruel.” i.e., I don’t want to drag this rejection out and let you really see how fucked I am.

But Julian doesn’t need me to drag anything out or explain. He reads me perfectly well.

In that moment, everything flips.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Mia

This time when the tears well up in my eyes, Julian flips us again until this time, I’m the one on the bed, and he’s hovering over me. I’m stunned at his strength in this state and at the bed for being big enough for all this activity.

As I look up at him, it’s like a wall has slammed down over us, effectively separating us unto two camps. Or maybe, this is how it’s always been. Both of us, unreachable, not on the same page, suffering.

I was naïve before, but this time, I know better.

“So, you won’t kiss me?” he growls, staring down at me.

I don’t say a word.

My silence seems to enrage me into action because fuck, he rips my gown apart with both hands, as if one of his arms isn’t in a cast.

“You won’t give yourself to me, huh, Little Minx?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, no. Instead, he moves down the bed, until his face is… Oh my God.

He starts eating me out right there and then.

I’m too stunned and shocked to prepare myself for the assault of pleasure so when it comes crashing into me, all I can do is writhe on the bed as I cry out his name.

He does wicked things with his tongue over my clit and then in my pussy, I’m pretty sure