Please, Rava. Don't go.
Don't go.
Don't you fucking dare go. But I don't say shit. Because I'm stubborn. Because I'm stupid. Because I think maybe if I let him walk out, it means I'm strong or some crap like that.
He grabs his phone. Doesn't even look at me when he opens the door. And then he's gone. I sit completely still.
Wow.
He left. For real. I stare at the door like I can bring him back with pure rage and longing. How could I let him leave?! I should have grabbed his throat and shoved him back on the bed, remind him who the fuck I am.
Whoweare. But I didn't.
Because this is mature. Smart. Protective. But now the room feels like shit. Everything feels wrong. I keep pacing, hands in my hair, telling myself this is what I want.
It's good, right? Less contact. Less damage. We're making it easier. It's the right thing. Ithasto be the right thing.
I hear a knock on the door.
I'm on my feet so fast my foot hits the leg of the bed and I nearly faceplant. I don't care. I stumble straight to the door like some desperate idiot.
I fling it open.
He's there. Breathing hard. We stare at each other. Then he swallows, and lowers his voice.
"Start the rules tomorrow?"
"Fuck yeah," I blur.
14) I Wanna Ride You
Gio
I grab him by the shirt and drag him inside. The door slams behind him, and I've already got my mouth on his before he can breathe.
He gasps into it, grabbing my hair, and I walk him backwards toward the bed. "I mean it this time," he says between kisses, voice wrecked. "Last time for this week."
"Obviously," I say, pushing his shirt up.
"This is almost-goodbye-sex," he breathes, laughing into my mouth. "The most respectful kind," I mutter, biting his neck. "Gotta send you off properly."
His knees hit the edge of the bed. I push him down and crawl over him. "I'm serious," he says. "Tomorrow? We stop."
"Swear to god," I whisper, fingers undoing his pants. "Right after I make you cum so hard you forget why we even needed rules."
He laughs, then pulls me back down by the collar and kisses me harder. His hands are everywhere. My lips are swollen. Wecan't stop looking at each other even when we're breaking apart to breathe. "This is so dumb," he whispers.
"Mhm," I agree. I'm gonna make him remember it in every cell of his goddamn body. His glasses are fogged as hell, sliding halfway down his nose, and I can't stop staring at how fucking good he looks like this.
"Did I ever tell you…how fucking hot these glasses are?" I lick into his mouth. "Because they are. Fuck."
Another kiss, rougher now. "Disgustingly hot." He moans into me, hips bucking up, and that’s it. I reach up, grab the frame, slide them off slow. My fingers brush his cheek, gentle. "But I need to see you," I mutter. "Need you to watch every fucking second of what I'm about to do to you." I set his glasses down like they’re precious. Look back at him like he isn't.
"Eyes on me, angel," I whisper, dragging my hips down against his. "Don't look away now." He doesn't.
"I wanna ride you."
He says it low, like he’s threatening me. My whole body jerks. Holy shit.
