Fuck.
“Go ahead, it’s yours.”
My head tips back as she so fucking slowly licks from base to tip, sucking the goddam soul from me when she gets to the pre-cum leaking from the slit. I’m entranced as I watch her and the determined expression on her face as she takes my cock in her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucks hard and my hands fly out, gripping her face. I peer down at her, my pretty fucking girl. Her eyes flick to mine, and she opens wide, flattening her tongue and pushing me to the back of her throat. “Goddamn,” I moan as she gags on me.
She works me a little farther each time until I’m seeing stars and clenching my muscles.
“Shit.” I use my grip on her hair to pull her off me.
She looks at me, confused, as I help her to her feet.
“Your mouth is amazing, but I want your pussy wrappedaround me when I come.” I wipe the spit from her chin and yank her shirt over her head.
She shakes her bra off next and starts to push her skirt down, but I grab her wrists and shake my head. I push her against the bed face down, flipping the skirt over her ass, and palm her cheeks, giving one a light smack.
I tear my jeans off and kick her legs apart, running my cock over her clit, feeling the wetness coating her lacy underwear. “You like sucking my cock, Barbie? That why you’re so wet?”
She moans into the mattress and backs her ass into me, begging me to slide inside her. I want to take my time with her tonight, knowing this is the last time for a while. I move her panties to the side and continue torturing her, rubbing my cock against her clit until the whole shaft is covered in her arousal.
“Please.” She begs, arching her back.
I pull away, and her body sags. “Please, what?”
“Please put your dick in me.”
I chuckle, not expecting that, but she’s always surprising me. “Since you said please, baby.”
I guide myself to her warmth and shove home. My favorite place to be.
I come out, only to sink back in slowly, over and over, until she’s bouncing on my cock.
“Harder,” she cries, and I grin.
“Put your knees on the bed,” I tell her and she does, lifting her ass higher in the air.
Grabbing her hips, I pound into her from behind. Her whimpers and moans grow louder as I hit her deep and hard.
She buries her face into the mattress, crying out my name as she convulses around my cock. It only takes a few more thrusts before my orgasm wrecks me. I lean over, kissing her as I spill inside her.
Fuck. How am I going to go months without this? Withouther.
We take another shower and crawl into bed, exhausted and sated. We talk about what the next couple of months are going to look like—lots of texting and FaceTiming. I work on convincing her to sell her things, and she promises to try.
She falls asleep in my arms, but I fight it as long as I can, trying to delay the inevitable. Come sunrise, I have to leave her.
49
OLIVIA
The mood issomber as we wake up to Penn’s alarm. We get dressed in silence, and I follow him out the door. He has one hand holding his duffel bag, the other holding my hand tightly as if I might try to slip away.
We’re taking his truck to the airport, and I’m going to drive it back to his place and leave it for his sister in case she needs it. She’s looking for a job and doesn’t have her own car yet, so it’s nice he’s letting her use his.
The airport is a short drive, and since it’s still early, there’s hardly any traffic to slow us down, which only depresses me more. He doesn’t let go of my hand the entire drive, but he also doesn’t say much. Neither do I. I’m too busy calculating all the time we’re going to be away from each other. At minimum, he’ll be gone thirteen weeks—2,184 hours. At most, sixteen weeks—2,688 hours.
It’s weird to think about where I was a year ago and where I am now. I didn’t even know him then. I was just skating through life, content with fulfilling my parents’ wishes and preparing myself for a life I didn’t even want. I had no ideawhat I was missing. He’s embedded himself so deeply under my skin that I couldn’t escape the feel of him even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I don’t ever want to go back to life before Penn. Life with Penn is free. I’m no longer going through the motions, but I’m living. I’m happy, and I don’t think I knew how unhappy I was until he came into my life.
I hadn’t expected him to show up at graduation, but once he was there, I knew I couldn’t let him leave without knowing how I felt.
