Only mine.
“Fuck, Sophie.”
“Faster,” she panted, arching her back. My other hand found her breast, and I started playing with the puckered nipple.
My hands looked good on her. As I looked down to where we were connected, the familiar feeling started spreading from my lower back and through my stomach, all the way to my toes.
Her chest rose and fell with every stroke I made, and she started closing her eyes.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Those green eyes, rounded by the darker circle, connected with mine, and I drove inside of her like a man possessed. She looked beautiful spread out like this—her lips open, reddening on her cheeks, and eyes glazed. She looked like a fucking goddess.
“Please, Noah. Please… God.” She threw her head back, her hands going to her breasts. Seeing her touch herself like that, lost in lust just like I was, broke something inside of me.
As her body started spasming, her pussy clenching around me while I strummed my fingers against her clit, I let myself go.
An eruption, that was what it felt like letting go. My seed spilled into the condom as she locked around me, screaming for me.
My name, God’s, and a string of curses echoed around us.
“Fuck.” I collapsed on top of her, my dick still deeply rooted inside of her.
Both of us were trying to catch our breaths, and my hand wrapped around her hair, stroking through the tangled strands.
“My God.” I almost moaned again as I pulled out of her, careful not to hurt her.
She winced at the motion, but the look that was there on her face just mere seconds ago was suddenly replaced by the look of cold indifference—a look I saw earlier.
“No,” I warned as I pulled off the condom, wrapped it, and threw it to the side. “Do not look at me like that.”
“Like what?” she asked as she pulled herself up and reached for her bra.
“Like you regret what just happened.”
“I don’t regret it.” She shrugged and pulled her bra on, clipping it at the front. “I just don’t think it should ever happen again.”
What did she just say?
“What?”
She stood up and started collecting her clothes. Her shirt was the first thing that went on, hiding her body from me. Her skirt followed. As she turned to me, I hated what I saw on her face.
“Look, it’s been fun and all, but this is what we both wanted, right? Just to scratch the itch.”
“To scratch the itch?” I repeated, dumbfounded.
“Yeah. This is what we both wanted. Now you can stop pretending that you wanted me for something more than this.”
Anger, red, burning anger, ran through me.
“Thank you.” She came closer and extended her hand to me, as if what we just did was nothing more than a business transaction.
I stared at her hand, then at her face, trying to find the girl I loved all these years, only to be met by a wall she built around herself.
“You can take your thank-yous and give them to somebody else, Sophie.” I bent down and lifted my pants and pulled them on. “If what we just did meant nothing to you, fine. But remember that you were the one that threw us away. And when you’re sitting all alone in your chair in sixty or seventy years, please remember that there was a guy that would’ve fought the entire world for you, but you didn’t want him. I fucked up, I know, but you’re the one that’s destroying us right now.”
I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t stand there for another second, because looking at her when she behaved like this felt as if somebody kept branding my heart. I thought I knew what pain felt like, but none of it compared to what she just did to me—what she did to us.
