Page 29 of Homecoming

I had to tell her.

And once I do, all that would be left was to hope like fuck she wouldn’t walk away from me.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

Me playing the accident on a loop, and trying to figure out how to tell Lola everything. And Lola probably sensed my mood, and let me stay in my head.

With every mile I drove, I became more and more desperate. I couldn’t figure out how to say what I had to, and not lose her in the process.

What I did was despicable. And, no matter how many people insisted that it was an accident-it was the one I caused. I was the one who chose to sit behind the wheel that night, and I was the one who took my eyes off the road. And I knew I had a lot more work ahead of me if I was ever to atone for it.

But, the one thing I wasn’t willing to sacrifice for my penance was Lola.

Thus my desperation.

She had the uncanny ability to tune into me.

I figured it was because she knew me while I was still growing into the man I turned out to be, so she knew everything that ticked inside me.

Well, not everything, but most of it.

By the time we were close to the hotel, the agony of trying to figure out my next step turned to something else.

Hunger to get close to Lola. To make her really mine, to have her moan my name while I moved inside her. To let her know how much I wanted and needed her.

I hardly held my shit together until we reached my door.

I held her head in my palms, my fingers tangled in her hair. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I was sure I wouldn’t survive this. But I had no intention of stopping.

I needed to have her.

She let out a moan as I tilted her head to get better access.

I broke the kiss, and walked her backward to the bed, “Do you have any idea how long I waited for this moment?”

“I think the same as me,” she breathed, her hand around my hip, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. I reached between my shoulder blades and took it off over my head.

Her palms were on my back, gliding up, and on the way down she scratched me with her nails. The sensation tore through me and made my dick weep with precum.

“Doubt it,” I murmured watching her as she took off her clothes while standing in front of the bed.

Her eyes never left mine-she was taunting me.

When she wore nothing more but her panties and a bra, I said seriously, “You’re a fucking vision.”

A small blush crept up over her chest, and neck, right up to her cheek. She tried to hide a small satisfied smile but wasn’t quite successful.

I touched her belly, feeling the muscles constrict, and asked her, “Do you have any idea how often I finished myself off after we hung up, or at any hour of the day just because a thought of you crossed my mind? I would swipe in my phone gallery just to see your face for a moment, and end up jerking off in the bathroom just so I could go out and function normally.”

As I was talking, I slowly slid my index finger up, over her belly, the center of her chest, and her neck, all the while her breath became more shallow, quicker. I reached her mouth, and she sucked my finger in, her tongue doing a swirl, and nipping the tip of it.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, the sensation of that simple act was the most erotic thing i experienced in my life.

“I fully intend to,” Lola said cheekily.

I cupped her neck and pulled her to me, kissing her until we fell on the bed in a mass of limbs. Both of us tried to grab hold of something, tearing the rest of our clothes off, and both of us failed.

We were a frantic mess until I pinned her hands by her head to get some control.