“Yes,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes!”
His words were filthy and degrading, and they were the most incredible thing I’d ever heard. They stripped away everylast self-consciousness I had in me. He reached between us, his thumb finding my clit, and began to rub it in tight, fast circles.
“Come on, baby,” he urged. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel this tight little cunt milk my cock. Come for me. Now.”
It didn’t take another word to send me flying off the edge. Pleasure ripped through me, and I screamed his name as wave after wave of my orgasm crashed over me. My pussy clenched around him, spasming uncontrollably.
“Fuck, yes! That’s it!” he roared, his rhythm wavering as my climax triggered his own. He drove into me one last time, burying himself deep inside me as he came. His cum flooded me as he collapsed against me, with his body shuddering. His face was buried in the crook of my neck as we both struggled to catch our breath.
We stayed like that for a long moment, just trying to calm down. But the high was so intense that it took us minutes to move or even breathe normally.
He finally lifted his head, his eyes soft as they searched my face. He brushed a damp strand of hair away from my forehead. “You okay?” he murmured.
I managed a weak smile. “Better than okay.”
He kissed me then, soft enough to make silent promises I wasn’t sure he would ever say out loud. I’d been trying to ignore all the feelings inside my chest, but each time we ended like this, it got harder to deny that I was falling in love with him.
And to not complicate things, because we were perfect the way we were in this moment, I kept it to myself.
31
Lana
Holland dragged me to a new bar downtown on Thursday night. I didn’t argue, because she had been talking about the place for days, and I figured a night out would be good for both of us. The bar was packed but not overwhelming. The live music was nice, and the overall atmosphere made this place feel like one I’d come back to. I danced with Holland and a few of our college friends and just let myself enjoy the night.
But the whole time, there was this strange pressure sitting in my chest. It wasn’t really that intense, but it was bothering me somehow. I hadn’t done anything wrong, hadn’t forgotten to turn something in, and I hadn’t said anything that could start drama. There was no reason for me to feel uneasy, yet I did.
Even after my second drink, that feeling stayed. It didn’t grow, but it didn’t fade either. I did my best to ignore it, especially when Holland grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar to get something to eat. Food usually made everything better.
We squeezed between two guys and leaned across the counter. Holland ordered cheeseburgers and fries for us, and theguy behind the bar handed the plates over a couple of minutes later.
“Here you go, ladies. One normal cheeseburger and one with vegan cheese,” he said. He gave us a broad grin. “You having fun?”
“Oh, totally,” Holland said. “This place is great. We’ll definitely be coming back.”
He looked pleased, and I offered him a small smile before picking up my burger. I took a bite, letting the greasy goodness settle in my stomach.
“Vegan cheese but no vegan burger meat?” he asked. His tone wasn’t teasing. He looked genuinely confused.
I finished chewing and swallowed before answering. “I’m allergic to cow’s milk. So no regular cheese for me.”
“Ah. That’s unfortunate,” he said.
“It’s fine. There are enough alternatives nowadays,” I told him with a small shrug. I grabbed a fry and looked around as the guy moved his attention to someone else at the bar.
The food helped more than I expected. The tight feeling in my chest eased a little with every bite, and I started to think I could get through the night without letting my nerves get the best of me. I focused on what was making me happy.
But right when I thought I could relax, I spotted two faces I didn’t want to deal with. Karlee and Kira were standing in the middle of the dance floor. They looked around the room with those same uninterested, irritated expressions they always had.
“Great,” I muttered, turning my back to them and facing the bar again.
“What?” Holland leaned in closer, trying to read my face. “Oh no. Who is here? Who do I have to fight?”
“Nobody,” I said, letting out a long sigh. “It’s just two of the actresses Callan works with all the time.”
Holland twisted around to look, scanning the room until she spotted the two blondes. She made a face right away. “Ah. I see them. Did they do something to you?”
I hesitated. It was hard to explain, because they had never done anything dramatic. Just small comments. Small looks. Enough to make me feel small. “They have not exactly been nice to me,” I said quietly.
