the V-shaped muscles on the sides leading down to his groin.
His jeans hang low, right at his hipbones making me lick my lips.
“Your turn,” he says casually.
I shake my head.
“Do you want me to make you?”
I shake my head but smile at the corner of my lips.
“If you don't do it yourself, I'm going to make you,” he threatens, but it's a veiled threat.
He knows that I want this and I know that he wants this as well.
The only thing that's stopping me is the fact that I'm still mad at him.
I take a deep breath and gather my strength.
“No,” I say sternly. “We can't do this.”
“Why?”
“I'm mad at you. We're not done talking about what happened.”
“Since when does that matter?” he asks.
I get up and walk away from him but Tyler takes a few steps closer and wraps his arms around my shoulders.
“I love you,” he whispers into my ear.
I feel myself melting before him, but I have to remain strong.
“I want you,” he whispers.
“I want you, too,” I say silently to myself, refusing to let the words escape from my lips.
He presses his lips to the back of my earlobe and kisses me. This time, his lips are soft and effervescent like butterfly kisses.
I turn around to face him and he kisses me hard on the lips.
Suddenly, I can't say no.
I want him so much that I throb for him in my core.
I kiss him back, just as hard.
Our lips are a perfect match. Our tongues intertwine.
The kiss is messy and dirty.
That's just like we want it.
He pushes me toward the bed. We stumble over a chair and a bag, but eventually it catches us.
He pulls down my leggings along with my panties and rubs his fingers between my legs.
I'm wet and I want him.
Tyler unbuckles his jeans and lets them fall to the floor. He presses against me.
I feel the hardness and the largeness of his cock.
We continue to kiss as I wrap my fingers around him and hold onto it like a joystick in a video game.
He digs deeper inside of me with his fingers as I start to slide my hand faster and faster.
“I need to be inside of you,” he says.
“Yes,” I mumble. “Me, too.”
He reaches over and picks up his jeans off the floor, reaching for something in the back pocket. He pulls out a little square and it makes a loud crinkling sound when he opens it to take out the condom.
He slides it on quickly and effortlessly.
Then he carefully slides in me.
I'm not a small girl, by any stretch of the imagination, but the way that he handles me, it makes me feel like Tinker Bell.
He pushes in and out of me quickly, going deeper and deeper each time.
My legs wrap tightly around his torso and he holds himself with his arms, pressing me harder and harder against the bed.
My whole body tightens just as I start to feel that familiar explosion building up.
I moan his name over and over, letting my body go limp as soon as I’m consumed by a wave of pleasure.
16
Isabelle
In the morning...
The wind howls outside the whole night and my sleep is restless and uneven.
I wake up every few hours and go to use the bathroom in complete darkness.
I illuminate my way with my phone and the empty bed next to ours does not go unnoticed.
Mac hasn’t come back.
When I finally wake up for good around five o’clock from a bird chirping loudly on the railing outside, I stare at the untouched bedspread and a cold sweat runs down my back.
Where is he?
Did something happen?
Did they catch him?
Are they coming for us?
Tyler snores peacefully next to me, completely unbothered by the turn of events.
I’m tempted to wake him, but there is no point in us both worrying. There’s not really a point to me worrying either except that I can’t stop.
I try to meditate, but when I close my eyes, all I see are police cars surrounding the motel with their lights flashing and their alarms blaring. A gun points in my face and I stare into its long barrel going further and further into the darkness.
This is the end of us.
Is this how my life is going to come to the finish line?
I try to distract myself with my phone.
I read the news and scroll down social media accounts. I put on The Office on Netflix, a show that I’ve seen hundreds of times, but even that doesn’t distract me from my own brooding thoughts.
I