“Use me Iz.”
His eyes snap open, wide, full of so many emotions it’s hard to decipher which one he leans into. I can see longing, devastation, hunger, disbelief, and something feral waiting to give in to my demand. “No,” he murmurs softly, pulling away from me with a shake of his head. “Not like this, Ronnie… not like this.”
“What do you mean?”
I watch his entire body tremble, his hand moves to touch me, but stops. “You can’t do this to me,” he rasps in a way that scratches my brain. My heart. My very being. “You can’t give me a piece of you and then rip it away. It's not fair for me. For you.”
“None of this is fair, nothing.” I try to contain my emotions, but they all come out. “I didn’t ask for this, I didn’t want this, but here we are. And I want to be selfish. To give you the only thing that’s yours. My trust. Use me in the same way I've used you.”
His hand moves to my cheek, and I lean into it. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
I scoff at that. “I can think of many things you can do to me.”
“This isn’t right.”
I shrug. “None of it is.”
Without another word, in a quick movement, he scoops me into his arms bridal style, causing me to squeal as he walks us out of the downpour and into his place. The warmth of the building seeps into me, and the smells of food and weed linger in the air as we head towards his apartment. My heart is beating wildly inside my chest, and fuck, between my legs.What can I say… I’m irrevocably and hopelessly in love with him.
He opens the door, with me still in his arms, and closes it before setting me down. For a moment, we stand chest to well, not chest to chest, because he’s much taller. My lungs seize in my chest, not able to keep expanding with the way he’s looking at me. I’m burning hot. A furnace of need. As he memorizes every inch of me, knowing he’s losing me all at the same time. It’s a whole new kind of devastation. “Why do I feel like this is a goodbye?”
Maybe he’s right, and I shouldn’t do this to him. “Isaac…”
As if sensing where this is going, he shakes his head once, his jaw tight. Water is still dripping from his hair. “Don’t.”
I can see the emotional warfare within him. His golden irises sparkle, and I know I’m losing him. Stepping closer, he flinches, waiting for the blow to land. My trembling hand moves to his cheek, which I cup in my hand. Rising to the tip of my toes, I crush my lips against his. It's a small peck at first, but enough to disarm him. “Ronnie,” he groans against my lips, his hand moving to my hips, which he grips in a punishing way. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I lie. “Not tonight.” Half-truth.
My heart aches inside my chest, my fingers curl into his soaked shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him again. This time it’s demanding, yet slow. Our tongues invade each other's mouths, gliding smoothly against each other as I walk him towards his bed. Kissing him, like a person starved of air, and he’s the only way to breathe. His hand moves to the back of my head, fisting my hair as he deepens our kiss. We both groan as his tongue demands more with his body pressed against mine.
Shuddering when my hand slips behind the fabric of his wet clothes, causing him to snap out of the trance. “Ronnie,” he breathes hoarsely.
“Use me,” I practically purr against his lips. “Let me show you how much I trust you.”
My words freeze him, not because he doesn't want to. The firmness pressing hard against me tells me he’s very much into it. He knows this is goodbye, and it’s killing him. I won't stop. I don’t allow myself to dwell on the meaning behindtonight. My lips brush against his jaw, and my tongue licks up the curve of it. “Please. Let me feel you. Let me forget everything but you.”
Then he snaps.
His mouth crashes into mine again, his nails dig into my scalp as he fists my hair. Our kiss is desperate, full of reverence, and only the hunger people who have been starving their entire lives feel. His free hand slides under my wet sweater, dragging it off with little effort, exposing me to him before tossing the wet fabric to the side. Iz kisses down my neck, my collarbone, dragging his tongue down my sternum as he drops to his knees. A man ready to worship, his nose falling to my center while his fingers curl at the waistband of my jeans.
“Veronica.” He uses my full name as if to anchor himself to a reality he can escape to, his voice cracking and his hands trembling. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I whisper, looking down at the beautiful man kneeling before me. “You could never hurt me… not like this.”
The sound that comes out of him sends tiny sparks of life to parts of me only he can awaken. The feeling is intense, and as tortured as the sound that is ripped from deep in his chest. He pulls me closer, his tongue licking up my stomach as his fingers work to unbuckle my jeans. One leg at a time, each one showered in kisses and soft bites that send electricity through me, making my knees become jelly from the intensity of it all.
He pulls away slightly. “If we are doing this, it’s my way.”
I smile. “I did say you could use me.”
Iz returns my smile with one of his own, before turning his attention back to my pussy, which throbs with need. Aching to be full of him, he tugs my panties off, leaving me bare to him, and before I know it, his large hands move beneath me, cupping my ass and bringing one leg over his shoulder, letting my other one balance me. As his tongue moves up the seam, licking up the wetness. He groans, sucking and licking like a prisoner eating his last meal. Savoring the taste of me, my heart hammers in my chest. My legs tremble. Using his curls, I hold onto him, balancing myself while also falling apart as he coaxes an orgasm out of me with justthe flicks of his tongue. Which he continues to move lazily over my clit, dragging out the feeling even if it feels like too much.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he growls into my center, inhaling the scent of me. “1Tan dulce.”
“Iz,” I moan, rocking my hips slowly as his two fingers dip inside me. He sits back on his heels, watching me chase the pleasure he’s giving me. A smirk spreads on his lips. He wets them before biting down, still curling his fingers deep inside me, causing my entire body to squirm. I feel it, the way it’s building higher and higher.
“That’s it,ma, ride my fingers.”
