“No, Desi, you don’t understand. I’m sorry. My mind is made up. I’m leaving.Without you.”
I tightened my jaw and shook my head. “No. You’re. Not.”
“You’re just making this so much harder.” She insisted, stepping away slowly. I blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall. This wasn’t happening. It made no sense. I wasn’t going to just let her leave without fighting to understand.
I took a deep breath and stormed over to her. I grabbed her cheeks in my hands and kissed her harder than I’d ever done before. My lips crushed down onto hers, bruising them.
I pushed her back, away from the front door, forcing her to stumble slightly until she hit the wall. My hand went to her hip, the other to her chest. Her shirt rose as she arched her back, leaning into my kiss. I took the opportunity to slide my hand up under her shirt.
I left her lips and moved to run my tongue along her neck. I kissed it, then sucked it. She groaned, turning into it. I pulled her bra back and found the nipple hiding beneath it. I rolled it in my fingers until it was hard, and then I pinched.
“Desi, this isn’t a good idea,” she gasped.
“None of this was ever a good idea.” I snarled against her skin. “Still fucking glorious.”
I dipped down, grabbing the bottom of her top with both hands. She lifted her arms and let me pull it over her head. I took the tip of her breast in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.
“Desi, this isn’t right.” She squeezed my shoulders but continued to moan and wiggle under my touch. Without tearing myself from her chest, my hands moved to her shorts. I unbuttoned them and pulled them down her hips. If this was the last time I ever got with her, I wanted every last inch. She tried to push me away, but I didn’t want to let her go.
Finally, I realized this wasn’t going the way I needed it. I stood and reached for her hands. “Scout. What are we doing?”
She pressed her lips together tightly and shook her head. “Nothing. I’m leaving. You’re gonna stay here and-” she closed her eyes and shook her head.
Suddenly, her phone rang from far away. Our attention shot to it. It was coming from her bedroom. I cocked an eyebrow.
So she hadn’t shut her phone off.
“Did you block my number?”
Without answering, she dipped under me and sprinted to her room. I ran after her and watched her dive onto her bed, snatching the phone and rolling to sit up. She stopped the ringing and tossed the phone off the bed. She was breathing heavy. Her chest rose slowly.
I stood in the doorway, watching her watch me.
“I blocked it for your own good. I’m not good for you. We shouldn’t be together,” she said. I shook my head and started toward her. I raised my arm over my head and grabbed the collar of my shirt. I removed it swiftly and tossed it on the floor. As my knees hit the bed, she started crawling backward, her back hitting her headboard.
“I agree to all of that.” I climbed onto the bed and raised myself onto my hands and knees. I crawled over to her and reached for her unbuttoned jeans. “But I don’t fucking care.” Her hips lifted, and I moved agonizingly slow to take them off. I kissed her legs, inch by inch, as I worked them off.
“I do.” She argued.
“Then why are you letting me in between your legs?” I parted them with ease and found her already ready for me. I sunk down onto my chest and began kissing her thighs. She started to close them, but I held them apart.
“Desi, I don’t know how to say what I need to.” She gasped as my tongue parted her bare lips.
“Then don’t. Close your eyes.” I demanded. She did, and I felt her body relax and accept the pleasure I was giving her. Her fingers went to my hair, pulling on it as I worked my tongue and hand.
“Ah,” she cried as I slipped a second finger in and went a little harder. “Oh god. This is bad.”
“Why?” I crooned. “I think it’s good. Really fucking good.”
She gasped again, and she bucked her hips. I knew it was time to pull away before she went over the edge. I stood up on my knees and watched as her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in surprise. I smirked.
“What?”
“Why did you stop?” she asked between heavy breaths.
“Because you keep telling me to? You want to keep going? Show me.”
She closed her eyes and leaned forward. I watched as she chewed on her bottom lip, almost as if she was going to lose her nerve.
