“I’m com—fuuuucccckkkk.” Ender’s body spasms, his head thrown back, cock pulsing inside me as I fall with him, my balls drawing up as I shoot all over my chest. His name shudders from my lips, and I cup his face as he collapses bonelessly on top of me. Our mouths lock, and our tongues swirl together like a choreographed dance, our limbs tangled together as waves of pleasure flow through us. The slow roll of his hips, as he works our bodies through our orgasms, until we’re wrung dry. It’s a few minutes before we come up for air, cum doing its best to bond us together in its gummy aftermath.
Ender’s clearly amused by something, the force of it shaking us both. His forehead is still resting against mine.
“I don’t know whether to feel offended or if I should join you. Clue me in here, please.” I’m already laughing before he answers.
“Nothing, nothing. Not important,” he says. His lips resting against mine, even as he still chuckles to himself.
“Not fair, but I’ll let it slide for now after what an incredible fuck you are.” I swipe my tongue over his lips for another taste of him, only Ender doesn't grant me access. Peering up at him, I see his post-orgasmic bliss suddenly disappear, replaced with dulled hazel eyes. He pinches his eyebrows together, then drops his head with a sigh. Rolling onto his back, he pulls his arm over his face.
Is he hiding from me?
“You okay?” I ask, propping my head up on my palm when I lie facing him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just catching my breath.”
He doesn’t sound winded any longer.
“Ender, what’s up?” I coax him with gentle circles of my thumb along his ribcage.
“Nothing’s up. I’ll get out of here. Just let me wash up really quick,” he says, getting up and grabbing his clothes off the floor before walking into the bathroom, leaving me completely baffled.
After a few minutes, I knock on the door before I try turning the handle—it’s locked.
“Ender?” Nothing.
“Please tell me what’s going on.” Silence.
“Ender?”Knock, knock.“Can you open the door?”
“Seriously, Ender, you’re scaring me.”
I hear water running before the door opens, and he tries to walk by me with red-rimmed eyes. I stumbled back as I hooked my arm around his waist to stop him.
“Ender, can you please tell me what’s going on? Don’t just leave,” I plead in a whisper. I’d give anything to make him stay, but I have a feeling there’s more to what’s going on here. I’m not the type of person to make him talk about something he’s not ready to tell me.
Without making eye contact, he rattles off, “I’m good, I promise. Thanks, I had a good time. I’ll text you.”
Pushing my arm from his waist, he walks out—no parting kiss or embrace—I’m just left standing in my bathroom, thoroughly fucked and utterly confused, wondering what went wrong.
It’s been five days since Ender walked out of my house and went radio silent on me. I’ve tried every form of communication and still nothing—he won’t even like my comments on his posts. I almost showed up at his apartment after I found his address during one of my deep dives on him. Addresses are easy, but I didn’t find much more than his professional and social media profiles, and an alumni roster for his university on a public group page. It’s as if he were a ghost before he graduated college.
I’m not trying to betray his privacy—not exactly—but I want to know more about his past and whatever it is that could have caused him to leave. I don’t think he’ll be ready to share anything any time soon. Not if that was his reaction to whatever I said that triggered him.
“Are you heading out soon?” Luke disturbs my thoughts.
“Yeah, in just a minute. Numbers are looking good for the first few days.”
“You look tired, Gabe. It’s late, get out of here.”
Agreeing with him, I grab my stuff to leave. Before starting the car, I send Ender another text.
Hope you had a good day.
Chapter Nine
I Don't Deserve a Second Chance With Him
Ender
