"Syx—"
The orgasm hit me hard that it made my whole body seize. I screamed his name so loud as my nails dug into his shoulders, and my vision going white.
"Shit," he hissed. He was fucking me through it, my pussy was slick and gushing. He began to prolong his pleasure as his own control started to slip. Still, he kept going, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I could feel him swelling inside me and the tension in his body rising as he fought to hold back.
"Oh God!" I gasped, still trembling from my orgasm.
"I'm so close, bae. I'm so close." His forehead dropped to mine, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps, sounding choppy. "I need to pull out, Nyne."
"No," I said, my legs tightened around his waist.
"Nyne," His voice strained again, almost as if it hurt. "Baby, I'm serious. I'm about to cum."
"Don't move." I spoke firmly in desperate plea, despite my trembling limbs.
His eyes widened, and his whole body went tense. "Nyne, you don't want these problems. We can't do this shit. Not like this. I could get you pregnant."
"I don't care," I said it and I meant it. In that moment, I didn't care about the consequences or logic or anything beyondthe feel of him inside me and the way he was looking at me like I was everything. "I want you to," I urged him.
"Fuck—" His body began to tremble as he cupped my face, forcing me to look at him, then he kissed me, feeding me his tongue hungrily.
That was all it took.
He nutted in me with a throaty roar, his whole body shuddering and his dick pulsed inside of me as he emptied himself deep, spreading his nut deep in my womb. I could feel the heat of it and it triggered another smaller orgasm that had me gasping and clenching around him as I kissed him harder.
"Damn!" His face began to tremble too, breaking the kiss, then buried his face in my neck.
Syx kept cumming, pulsing inside of me, and I held him through it. My hands stroked his back, with my legs still wrapped around his waist. When he finally stilled, I felt the weight of what we'd just done settle over me. Syx lifted his head, meeting my eyes, and I saw fear, love, and regret.
"What the fuck did we just do?" he whispered.
I didn't have an answer. Honestly, I didn't know if there was one. So I just pulled him down, pressed my lips to his again once more, and let the question hang between us.
Chapter Eleven
The weight on my shoulders was heavy because today was the day. Syx was avoiding me like the plague. Everything about last night was bliss, yet it was so surreal. All night, he held me and treated me like nothing else mattered. Not even the fact that we made a mistake or caused bruises that would take longer to fade. Afterward, he bathed me and kissed me all over my body to ease the soreness. My heart was still aching though, and that was the only part of my body he couldn't aid. He even took it up a notch and ate my pussy and ass in the shower to ease the pain I felt there. We played the role of a couple and I didn't want any of it to end. The sheets were already changed and he didn't leave. All night he held me close and we both drifted off into a deep coma-like sleep. While I felt I was exactly where I belonged, a tiny part of me longed to alter his decision and create a fairytale outcome. But Syx had already given his word on matters he couldn't go back on, and there was no changing that.
When I woke up, he was gone. Desperately, I wrapped the sheets around my naked body and trotted through the house with my heart pounding, looking for him. Looking in each room, I had high hopes thinking I'd find him. I even looked in hisoffice, hoping he'd be there, and when I didn't find him, that pained my heart even more. The coward motherfucker didn't even have the guts to tell me goodbye. He didn't even leave a note, only a Plan B pill with a bottle of water beside it. On the nightstand, next to a bottle of water, was a Plan B pill. Still in the package. Just sitting there like some kind of fucked-up peace offering.
I stared at it for a long time, my hands frozen mid-fold on a shirt. He'd left it for me. Didn't even have the balls to hand it to me himself or talk to me about it. Just left it there like a reminder of how careless we'd been. How carelesshe'dbeen.
My hands were shaking as I picked it up. Part of me wanted to throw it across the room, to leave it behind out of spite. But the other part—the rational part that was terrified of what could happen if I didn't take it—won out.
I swallowed the pill dry, the bitterness coating my tongue, and chased it with the water. It went down hard, and I felt like I might throw it back up. But I didn't. I just stood there, staring at the empty package in my hand, feeling the weight of everything crash down on me.
He'd held me all night after we fucked. Kissed every bruise, every sore spot. Ate my pussy and ass like he was worshipping me. Made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. And then he disappeared. Left me a fucking pill and ran.
I crumpled the package in my fist and tossed it in the trash.
I wasn't staying here another minute. I couldn't. Every corner of this house smelled like him, reminded me of him, made me ache for something I couldn't have. I needed to get the fuck out before I did something stupid—like beg him to love me back.
Roughly, I packed up all my shit and tossed it into my suitcase, hoping my aggressive movements would help me release my anger, but it didn't. The only thing it did was add toit. You can't teach an old dog new tricks! I was to blame because I went into this the wrong way. Being a hopeless romantic, I was thinking with my heart and not with my pussy. I hated the way things were turning out, but I didn't deserve this. Part of me was starting to regret booking this trip in the first place; coming here had been a mistake. Syx was toying around with my heart, tap dancing on it and tossing it around like a fucking football. He ain't shit but the average nigga with fuck boy tendencies, but nonetheless I loved him.
Fully packed now, I carried my luggage downstairs, struggling. I'd already done my hygiene routine and gotten dressed. The crop top and jean shorts weren't perfect for an airport outfit, but I didn't care about the way I looked right now. My boho hair was a mess too, and I didn't bother wetting it and detangling it with conditioner. I looked like shit, exactly how I felt. I'd already called the boat, so that part was taken care of—all I had to do was wait. The boat arrived at noon, right on schedule, just as I finished a ham sub sandwich. The pilot helped load my suitcase quickly before leaving.
So many emotions rushed through me that my mind wouldn't settle. The pilot was trying to make small talk, but I was too engrossed in my head. I wasn't ignoring him on purpose, so one-word remarks were the only replies I could come up with. Arriving at the airport, the pilot helped me unload my things and wished me a safe flight before exiting. Desperately, I wanted to ask him about Syx, but there was no use in teasing myself and making shit worse. So I sauntered inside the airport, waiting to board my flight. It was still early, but I'd rather have it no other way.
Just as I entered, a gush of cold air wafted toward me, making me gasp so hard that I had to close my eyes. The Lorvae sunglasses shielded the pain behind my eyes and kept them from anyone who cared enough to ask if I was okay. Furthermore,I was pissed about packing all this shit and having to carry it. Adjusting it, the sound of the wheels rolling on the cool tile and the sound of my Saint Laurent sandals clicking made more noise than it should've, but I didn't care.
