His lips press against mine as if he hopes they can convince me to stay. I melt into them. Letting him guide the pace, hoping surrendering some control will make him feel better.
Because he doesn’t know, but I stopped wanting to leave the moment he said he might love me.
TWENTY-EIGHT
A wallinside of me is crumbling. I’ve been aware of the cracks for a while, but I didn’t expect it to break at the hands of a cute brunette in a turtleneck.
Prue wraps her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. When her tongue invades my mouth, I try to think about anything but my throbbing cock. It’s a hard task when she is practically humping me right now. Her bare pussy is dripping onto the front of my jeans.
I gave her permission to leave and have no way of knowing if she will take it. I don’t like the idea of her being somewhere I can’t protect her, so I’m determined not to cum and give her a reason to try to leave.
When she compared me to her controlling ex and father, it broke me. The idea of her seeing me in the same light as them made me want to sink through the floor. Disappear from existence. I can’t stand the thought of her seeing me like that. Being compared to them might be the lowest anyone has evermade me feel. But I know I can’t tell her that. I won’t use pity to try to make her stay.
I can’t say I blame her. I don’t even hold the pain against her. She is right to feel how she feels. I am holding her hostage in a sense. It’s for her own good, but that doesn’t change what it is.
I think watching me break down made her feel bad. Guilty even. It’s probably the only reason she is pushing her tongue down my throat right now. She is trying to make up for the wounds she’s been giving me, not knowing her simply existing is repairing far worse wounds, made by far worse people. Her punches hurt in different ways, but I’d take them over my own any day.
She pulls back, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck, as her blue eyes meet mine.
“Babe?” she questions for the third time.
“Did you call him babe?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Did you call her baby?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Oh.” She tilts her head. “Benny?” She tries that but her face scrunches up. I try not to wince at that name. It’s a pet name only one person has ever used, and that makes bile rise in my throat. “Handsome. No.” She shakes her head. “What should I call you?”
“Don’t call me anything,” I say, letting my hands slide up and down her sides. “I rather hear my name coming from your lips than anything else.”
“Mmm.” She smiles. “Ben.”
“Yeah. I like the way that sounds best.”
“Ben, would you please fuck me? Fill me with your big cock and then your cum?”
“No.”
“Why not?” She pouts. “I won’t leave. You can cum and I’ll stay.”
“I don’t trust you.” I plant a kiss on her collarbone. “You’re evil and cruel and I’m not falling for your trap.”
“It isn’t a trap. I promise.” She pulls back again, staring into my eyes. “I’m really sorry I was so mean. I didn’t mean it, not really. I’ll stay. I just want your cock in me, please? It makes me feel better.”
She is far too good at getting what she wants from me. Part of me is determined to not cave this time. Let her see how it feels to be tortured, but I don’t have it in me to do that to her.
She shifts slightly, letting her cunt guide around the outline of my cock. I’m about to give in. About to throw her on the floor and fuck her senseless when the door shakes from someone pounding on it. Both our heads snap to the door.
She turns back to me, eyebrows raised.
I shrug as she slides off me. She scrambles for her clothes, and I try to will my cock to go soft as the pounding continues.
The possibilities of who is on the other side are endless, but none of them are good.
I hope beyond reason it’s Wes coming to check on me. I didn’t exactly give him a reason not to be worried when we spoke moments ago. It would be in his nature to come try to save me, but something tells me my confession at the end would give him pause.
He would be the first person to say love makes you do crazy things. But I doubt he thought I’d ever be this far into it.
