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Her pussy is wet and sweet and god fuck, I want to be inside her. “Shit, baby, you taste like Heaven.”
I thrust my tongue inside her further, eager for more, and when I add another finger and pump them both in and out of her while feasting on her cunt, she cries out. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan to.” My words vibrate against her pussy, making her hips buck, and back arch. “But don’t come. Not yet.”
I swirl my tongue around and around, and when I find her clit hard and ripe, suck it between my teeth. Her pussy wallsclench around my fingers as I work her cunt, and her arousal soaks my tongue.
I can tell by her airy pants she’s close to coming, and to be honest, I’m surprised she hasn’t already because I’m ready to explode. But this isn’t about me. Tonight, this is about her.
“Okay Ellery, be my good girl and come for me. Let me taste you.”
She grinds against my face, writhing and moaning, and when her legs clench and her back arches, her body shakes and her sweet release fills my mouth. I slurp and suck, milking her orgasm, and when her body starts to slacken, and her pussy stops seizing, she collapses onto the bed and buries her head in the pillows.
As she lays there panting, I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. The answer to the question Jake had asked me the morning after the party was right in front of me all this time. Only, I didn’t realize it until just now.
Having some part of Ellery in my lifewasbetter than not having her at all because this girl was everything. I just needed to make sure I worked her out of my system by the end of the summer because as we lie here in the silence of the night, one thing is clear—nothing has changed. There is no one I want more than her, and yet, we are just as impossible as we were the day I left.
Chapter 11
Ellery
“Hey bitch, where’s the rum?” Courtney shouts from the other side of the patio.
I look up from where I’m sitting poolside, dangling my legs in the water. “Pantry!” I yell back. “Bottom shelf.”
“How about beer?” Dex calls out a second later.
“Don’t have any.” I throw up both hands. “Sorry.”
“What kind of party is this?” He shakes his head and turns to go back inside the house.
“One I didn’t plan on,” I mumble under my breath, shooting daggers at his back.
When I woke up this morning, the last thing I thought I’d be doing today was hosting a party. After everything that happened with Cruz last night, it was hard to think straight, and I just wanted to spend the day alone to process everything. But when Courney and Dex showed up, ready to party, I realized being by myself was not in the cards today.
Pushing what happened with Cruz from my mind, I put on my best fake smile and played hostess all morning, greeting folks sweetly as they strolled up the back walk from the beach. I’d have been fine with it if Jenica were here, but seeing as her schedule at the store went back to normal, I was left to manage this pretentious little party on my own.
Now that it was afternoon and the twins had taken over, I was happy to be sitting poolside by myself so I could finally be alone with my thoughts.
Seeing Cruz at the cove yesterday had been a shock. After managing to avoid him since the party, I didn’t think I’d runinto him again at our spot. Then again, I never thought I’d bring the Elmhurst crew there, either. But when Jenica suggested it would be a good way to get what I needed, I knew she was right. There was nothing kids from Elmhurst wanted more than to feel special and giving them access to a once-restricted area would do just that.
Sure enough, it worked. Everyone loved being there and spirits were high. So high in fact, I was on the cusp of asking Court and Dex if they’d heard anything from their dad about my father’s case. But then I saw Cruz and his friends, and my plans went up in smoke because for the rest of the day, he was all I could think about.
But no matter how big a surprise it was to see him at the cove, it was even more of a shock to see him show up at the house. As soon as I opened the door last night and saw those bright blue eyes staring back at me, my stomach did somersaults.
He’d gotten a haircut since the party. I noticed it earlier in the day, during one of the dozen glances I’d stolen, and it was undeniable how good he looked. Shorter hair showed off the angle of his jaw and the intensity of his eyes and I couldn’t help but wonder if I could still run my hand through it and grab a fistful.
However, once he started his possessive bullshit, it squashed that curiosity and nipped the wings on those butterflies in my stomach, right off. He had a lot of nerve asking what I was doing at a place where we were both welcomed by the locals, and the last thing I felt like doing was answering any of his questions.
I was just about to rip him a new one when he picked me up and carried me up the stairs; my anger boiling to the point I wanted to claw his eyes out. That’s why I was shocked beyond belief that the night took the turn that it did—with he and I calling a truce, and his head between my legs.
I’m not going to lie and say I regretted it because I didn’t. I’dgotten so used to pleasing myself, that I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone draw that kind of pleasure out of me. But Cruz always did know what I needed, and my body—the needy bitch that she was—wanted him no matter how hard I tried to fight it.
Nothing, however, would prepare me for just how good it would feel to hear him call me a good girl again, or how easily I would cave when he did.
I’d always been a good girl. Always did what was expected of me. But something happened when my father died. All that perfection I’d strived for suddenly meant nothing because it didn’t matter how perfect I’d been, bad things still happened.
Cruz was the first to see that I still needed to be someone’s good girl. His relentless bullying at Elmhurst Prep, a kind of foreshadowing he would one day be the only one that could satisfy a deeper, primal need in me. And that summer we were together, he brought to life a part of me I didn’t know existed—that which liked to submit in exchange for praise—and I’d missed it.
