“Nova, please,” he sighs out, rubbing a hand through his hair. I watch as the black strands fall messily back into place.
“Do you love her?” I ask back with a snarky attitude, trying to show him how ridiculous he sounds asking aboutmysex life.
He stares at me blanky for a moment, pinching in his lips. “Yes.”
I knew the answer, but to hear it come from his lips cracks me open anyways. The harsh truth is the sharpest weapon. For a moment, I forget about his ridiculous antics and just look at him. At that moment I don’t see who he has become. I see my best friend. The boy who had become my safety net, always ready to catch me when dad made sure I’d fall.
“Are you in love with her?” I ask, my voice barely coming out. The whisper has his eyebrows scrunching together as he looks at me.
“No.” He responds, breaking our eye contact and looking down to the wooden table. “I’m not in love with her, Nova.”
I pull out the chair opposite of him, sitting down and placing my hands in my lap. The silence between us feels as though it could crush me, leave me nothing but a pile of bones and blood. I gnaw on the tip of my thumb as it finds shelter in between my teeth, fighting for the courage to end this. To know the truth.
“Are you in love with me?”
“I tried, SuperNova.” He whispers, tears pricking at his baby blues. “You were my entire world growing up. And then you left. Gone without a trace, leaving me behind like I was nothing toyou. I had been so in love with you that it had hurt.” His eyes raise to meet mine. “And then you tried to kill yourself. You tried to kill yourself and then showed up here, ruining everything I’ve tried to build for myself. Everything I’ve built that finally didn’t involveyou.”
He blows out a long breath before nailing the head in the coffin. “You hate yourself so deeply, you don’t leave room for anyone to love you.”
My body feels like nothing but a shell as I begin to stand up. Without a word, I slowly scoot the chair in and turn towards the door.Nobody loves you. Nobody loves you. Nobody loves you.The words in my mind continue to get louder and louder, drowning out Saint behind me as he begs me to sit back down. My hand finds the doorknob, slowly turning it until the metal slides out of its socket.
“Please!” Saint’s voice pounds into my ear as he reaches from behind me, holding the door shut with one hand. His body heat brushes against my back. He’s so close, too close. “Please don’t go.”
I slowly turn in place, realizing he’s only left about an inch between the two of us. If I breathe in too deeply I’m sure my chest would touch his. Without the barrier of drugs coursing through my system, I know exactly how bad of an idea it is to be this close to him.
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My eyes scan him as best as they can, each muscle in my body tensing under him.
“Fuck this.” He whispers right before his lips crash into mine. Saint’s touch unlocks something in me. Something needy, something that has been deprived for far too long. My hands wrangle themselves into his hair, tugging him to the side todeepen our kiss. He drags me away from the door, leaving it slightly opened behind us.
We stumble over one another as we make our way through the hallway. Both of us unwilling to let go of the other. It’s as if we’re each other's oxygen, a lifeline we can’t go without. He pulls my tongue into his mouth, lightly sucking. The feeling goes straight to my core, making me pulse with desire.
He reaches behind him, opening the door opposite to the bathroom.His bedroom.
“Saint,” I start as I push him off of me long enough to get the words out. “Not in there. Please.”
His eyes darken, “Please don’t take this away from me too, Nova.” He grabs onto the back of my neck, pulling me back in until our lips are brushing one another. “Let me have this. Let me have you.”
I let out a shuttered breath, allowing my resolve to crash with my exhale. I give Saint a short nod, and he wastes no time taking me back into him. He walks backwards with me in his grasp, leading us over to the bed. The comforter is black, with matching pillows to decorate the top of the bed.
Saint slowly eases himself onto the bed, pulling me onto his lap. I straddle his jeans, feeling his hardened cock underneath me. I can’t help but grind against him, desperate for any form of friction. I break our kiss, looking down to the barrier between us. A darkened spot on his pants shows through, and I admire, licking my lips. The desire to taste his precum envelopes me.
I slide off of his lap, letting my knees balance my weight as they touch the floor. Saint lets out a shutter as my body rolls against his.
“Nova…” he groans out and I peer up at him. My lashes flutter as the temptation continues to deepen. It leaves me feeling drunk. My hands dance against his belt, gently tugging to undothe buckle. When it snags, his large hands cover mine, helping me to untangle it from his body.
I drag the zipper down and tug at the waistband on his black boxers. His length springs free and I salivate at the sight. Long veins travel up and down him, his tip an angry red that’s just begging to be sucked on. Four metal bars go through the bottom side of him, leaving little balls to decorate. I’ve heard of these piercings before, but never thought I’d actually see one.
I bite onto my bottom lip, looking up at him one more time. The need plastered across his face gives me all the reassurance I needed. My tongue fans out as I press it against the side of his dick. I begin to slowly lick up and down, basking in the taste of Saint. When I get to the tip and dip my tongue into the droplet of cum leaking out, I moan with pleasure. His salty yet semi sweet taste takes over my senses.
“Novaaa” he groans out almost painfully. “Baby please.”
I hum, letting the vibrations hit his cock. Then I take him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I slide him deeper and deeper into me.
From the corner of my eye, I watch as he fists the sheets. He’s barely able to contain himself and we had just started. His desire reflects my own as a throbbing develops in my clit. My orgasm begging me to be released.
I slide back up, slowing down to explore the jewelry with my tongue. The cool metal is such a stark contrast to the heat of his skin, and all I can wonder is what that would feel like inside me. Slowly rubbing against my g-spot, driving me to new heights.
