purse on her shoulder. She doesn’t want our time to be over yet, I can tell by the look in her eye every time she looks at me. And I’m not gonna lie, I don’t want it to end either. For once, the voices are quiet today and I’m having one of my better days.
I pull her into my arms and she snuggles into my chest. “Come with me.”
She looks up, “Where?”
We don’t spend time with other people when we’re together. It’s always just her and me. The way we both like it. We don’t need to pretend for other people and we are free to be the real people we are. “To my room.”
“Colton’s there, isn’t he?” She knows Colton’s schedule like the back of her hand. We’re used to sneaking around to find a place to hang out together.
I start walking backwards toward my room pulling her along, “Yeah, but not for long.” Now I just pray that pussy really isn’t jerking off because that’s the last thing Macy or I need to see but it won’t be the first time we’ve interrupted his one-handed dates.
Surprisingly, when we get to my room it’s quiet. I don’t know where he’s at and I don’t really give a shit right this second. I only care about being inside Macy and losing myself for a little while. Keeping the ugly at bay.
I shut and lock the door behind us then toss my keys on my desk. Our room fucking smells like a trash can and it’s a mess with clothes thrown all around and empty beer bottles all over. We really need to clean this place up.
I stalk over to Macy. She’s nervous, afraid that any minute I’ll shut her out. It’s what I normally do to her. She puts herself in a shell to protect her heart from me but today, right now, I’m cracking it open. These feelings are few and far between with me but when they are here I’m taking every single second of it. I don’t deserve her, I never had, never will, but for some reason she thinks otherwise and I’m so fucking glad she does.
“You’re scared,” I state rather than ask.
She blinks a few times, her cheeks turning pink. “A little.”
I slip her purse off her shoulder, it hits the floor with a thud. I step back slightly to reach behind me with one hand pulling my shirt over my head. I have to lead this show. I have to put myself out there first for her. Macy’s eyes roam from the floor up to my bare stomach. Her fingers tap on her legs like she has to do something with them in order to keep from touching me. I flick the button of my jeans, then unzip them and they fall to the floor. Macy gasps and a smile tugs at my lips. I toe each shoe off and kick my jeans to the side.
Finally, as if Macy couldn’t hold back anymore her fingers graze over my stomach. As soon as I feel the contact my stomach muscles tighten. She doesn’t move her hand but doesn’t pull it away either. Lifting her chin up I kiss her and she melts into me, slowly at first but then it’s like that shell cracks wide open with only my touch. I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it off, her bra, pants, and panties follow.
Reaching for Macy’s hand I pull her to my bed with me. I kiss low on Macy’s shoulder while my fingers skate over her bare chest all the way down to her pussy. We’re watching our every move in the mirror that is fixed directly across from my bed. When we’re both watching each other it makes everything more intense. There is nothing in this moment but the two of us, everything and everyone is blocked out. Our hearts beat as one as I wish it would continue doing for the rest of our lives. I can’t give Macy a happily ever after, I’m not that guy, not anymore.
I slide one finger between her legs massaging her clit lightly at first then apply a little more pressure. She’s already wet for me and I love it. Her eyes start to flutter closed but when I bite down on her shoulder they fly back open. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Macy’s breathing catches and she stares intently into my eyes through the mirror. She wants to believe me