Between Now and Heartbreak - Dylan Allen Page 0,30
way this isn’t right.
Our breaths synch, and our bodies find a rhythm of give and take that makes the rest of the world fall away.
She calls my name, her lips still on mine and I open my eyes. She’s watching me, her heavy lidded gaze full of limpid satisfaction. Satisfaction tugs her lips up in a lopsided, contagious grin.
“Hi, Queen Beth.”
“Hi, King Carter.”
“You feel amazing.” I grind my hips against her.
I brush hair off her face and lean in kiss her, gently this time.
And I fuck her the same.
“I’ve dreamed us like this, but this is so much better,” she sighs in my ear.
“Do you think about me when you make yourself come?”
“Yes, every single time.”
I pull out of her and pull her forward so her ass in on the edge of the desk.
“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” She looks dazed.
“Shhh, Nothing is wrong.” I stroke her thighs, spreading them open as I kneel in front of her. “I’m close. I don’t want to come alone.”
I fist my dick in one hand, and spread the lips of her pussy with the other. Just one glimpse at of her glistening, well fucked cunt is all it takes to send me over.
I put my lips to her clit and suck it the way I remember she liked it while I stroke through my climax.
When I’m done and I grab her hips and hold her still. I eat her until her thighs tremble and clench around my head while she and she grinds out her orgasm against my mouth.
I don’t ease up until she says she can’t take anymore and pushes my head away.
I press kisses to her inner thigh, and lick her off my lips.
She scoots away from me and tugs her skirt down. I put a hand on her thigh and she slides so it slips off and press her legs together.
The cold rush of reality brings an end to the bubble of nostalgia and need we’d slipped into. The tension between us goes from hot and urgent to cold and prickly in the blink of an eye.
Too late, my judgement and sense of self-preservation remind me that this woman was the architect of my heartbreak.
I may have stopped lying to myself, but she hasn’t.
This is not going to end well.
For either of us.
I take a few seconds to armor up and then I stand to pay the piper.
8
A PROPER GOODBYE
BETH
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I mean, are you okay? I didn’t use anything, ” He breathes.
He fastens his jeans, I burn with mortification as I remember the way I practically tore them off him to get my hands on his dick.
I have very little experience, but I know what I want and I was desperate with wanting him inside me.
So desperate I lost my entire mind.
“It’s okay. I’m uh - I’m okay.” I say, even though it’s not true. I’m not okay at all.
I just had sex with Carter in the micro fiche room of the library where anyone could walk in. I forgot myself. Like I did the night we met. Then, I left a trail of breadcrumbs that my father followed and used as justification for tightening his hold on me. I don’t think I’m being watched, but I didn’t think it when he got those pictures of us at the church.
I can’t let this happen.
“Are you sure?” He asks, again.
“Um, we need to clean up the…” I point to the thick white streaks of his cum on the floor.
“Hold on. Let me get something. I’ll be right back.”
I nod, but can’t meet his eyes.
What must he be thinking?
What was I thinking? I don’t even know who I am right now.
The recklessness of what I just did crashes down on me. I have too much to lose. And not just me. I have Cameron to consider.
He comes back really quickly, paper towels in hand we don’t speak while he wipes the floor and I try get my panties to line up again. I realize they’re torn and give up.
“Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”
I can’t go anywhere with him. I shouldn’t even be here. Will anyone notice that I didn’t come out of the room I was just supposed to unlock?
I shake my head and his expression goes from the regret I’m feeling is thick enough to choke on.
“No. Carter, I can’t. I’m sorry it’s just… Small town, you know? Anyone could have walked in. If my father or Duke—”