“Yeah, you and the tweedles are just going to let me walk out of here without a trace. Sure.” I plunged the knife back into the peanut butter, scooping up more. I always went back to peanut butter as a comfort food. His eyes lit up with that piece of knowledge. I had been keeping tabs on him since he arrived back in Riven; it was only a matter of time before he’d show up here.
“They aren’t here for you,” Dustin spoke bitterly. He tried to move closer, and I stepped back.
“Why should I believe you?” I set the jar of Skippy’s down and proceeded to clean the remaining off the knife.
“You have no reason to believe me, but we are on the same side. I want nothing more than to see you and the child’s safety.” He glanced down at my stomach and then back up, “Children.” He corrected.
“Bullshit.” I spat. Not really ready to let him go on his way, but too attached to say anything else. Were hormones always such a bitch? I felt like stabbing him and kissing him all in the same breath. He stepped forward in my momentary distraction, and I realized just how close we’d become. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as I stared at him. His beard had grown out, and he looked more rugged than when we’d met a few months ago. I reached out toward the scruffy beard before I could stop myself, and he gripped my hand, a smirk crossing his lips.
“Careful firecracker. Someone might think you’ve changed your mind about me.” He teased his lip, curved upwards.
“Fuck it.” I muttered, slamming my lips into his; the knife dropped from my hand a moment later than his hand wove into my hair. He practically growled into my mouth as I slammed him backwards into the bar top. We were a mess of hands and lips as we stripped out of the top layers of clothes, not separating for more than a second. I poured my anger into his kiss as I nipped and bit at him. His hands skimmed the edge of myribcage, and I winced. The area was still sore from the wound. Dustin jerked away, and we stood half dressed panting heavily.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, cupping my cheek. I leaned into his hand, my eyes closed briefly, as his fingers brushed against my cheek. A tear slid from my eye, and he swiped it away just as quickly as it fell. Part of me wanted so deeply to be there in his embrace, to hand over my troubles and let him solve my problems.
My eyes landed on his face; so much rawness stared back at me. He was truly sorry, and yet I couldn’t seem to bring myself to face it myself. I sucked in a shaky breath as I pushed his hand away.
“No.” I whispered. I didn’t want his apology; I just wanted him. Confusion and hurt danced in my mind to the tango of our hearts. He chose his side. Blood. I stared up at him for too long; maybe it was my way of remembering him here and now. My body shook with emotions I couldn’t express adequately, and a man that I had already given myself over.
Dustin grabbed my chin, tilting my face upward. His thumb skimmed across my lips. “You don’t have to forgive me now. I know we have a lot to discuss and I won’t pretend otherwise. I want you Summer. You want me too, I can see it. I —”
My lips crashed into his once more, cutting off his words. He groaned into me, his hands more gentle now as he lifted me to him. It was as if he knew I couldn’t handle the gentleness, the calm of it all. If I allowed myself to think and dwell on my emotions, I knew I wouldn’t survive it. So I did the only thing that I could in that moment. I kissed him as if I were dying. My lips cupped his as our tongues danced together in words that we hadn’t needed to speak. His hands skimmed my body as if it were the first time he’d discovered skin, and I praised him for his touches.
He walked us deeper into his house, towards his bedroom, setting me on his bed as his lips kissed down my neck. My hands latched into his hair as his teeth sank into my collarbone. A soft moan rolled from my lips at the sensitive spot, and he smiled into my skin as he continued down. His hands cupped my breasts as his tongue circled them. My nipple peaked from the stimulation as I groaned.
“I need you.” I pleaded. Maybe it was more for me than it was for him; I didn’t care.
Dustin didn’t pause; he continued downward toward the curve of my stomach, a soft kiss against my belly before his hands latched onto my pants. All breath and heat as he looked up at me, his eyes asked for permission without uttering a word. It was something I hadn’t expected, but the kindness ripped at my heart. The confirmation of how deeply I loved this man despite his family.
Nodding my head, he pulled off my pants. Trailing kisses down my pelvis, across the curve of my thighs, and straight towards my pussy. I grabbed his hair, my hands weaving through the dark waves as I teetered on the edge of pulling him closer and shoving him away.
His mouth latched onto my clitoris, biting and pulling at the sensitive hood before his tongue replaced it, sucking and slithering across the surface. A broken sob left me with the sensation as my thighs clamped around his head. My hand gripping the blanket as my body fell backward in pleasure. His tongue lashed against my clit as his finger teased my entrance. Moans and curses left me as a lightheadedness wove itself through my bones.
“Fuck, I— Dustin—,” The words tumbled out of my mouth in quick sessions without any real thought. My body tightened in all the right places before I realized, and I was shattering around him.
14
WILL I SEE YOU AGAIN?
November 23rd
Iwould never get used to the way she sounded as she orgasmed against my body, my face, or my hands. The way her body tightened in all the right places as she swore and shoved away the pleasure. Her nose scrunching up as if she could stop theexplosion, everything about her underneath me was incredibly sexy.
Summer’s orgasm tore through her as she called my name. Ipaused long enough to work her through the waves of release, to watch as her whole body relaxed around me. She was beautiful. If there were any doubts in my mind whether I would go to hell for her, they were shattered by the picture of her beneath me. My cock strained against my pants but I couldn’t accept just one orgasm from her. No, I wanted her to come harder. I needed her to remember the way my mouth painted her release.
I licked and twirled my tongue around her pussy, tasting her salty sweetness as her eyes fluttered closed. My finger pumped into her at a leisurely pace, giving her body enough time to ride the post-haze of orgasm but not enough time for the high to go away.
There was just something so intoxicating about having the power to make someone come with permission. It was something I missed when we’d had sex before; sure; it was the heat of the moment and we both clearly wanted it, but this time she’d nodded. Summer wanted me, and that made this moment a thousand times better than anything else. The unspoken trust she placed in my hands was something I cherished.
My left hand snaked up her body towards her breast, teasing and skimming across her dusty nipples as I slowly pumped into her. My tongue danced across her clitoris to the same rhythm, as if I had all the time in the world. I didn’t, but I would make the time for her.
Summer’s eyes latched onto mine as her teeth sank into her lip, biting back the moans as she watched me. Fire danced in her gaze, a beautiful sea of blue sparked to life. Her hips flexed downwards, seeking more, and I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. A gasp escaped her lipsand her pussy clenched around my finger. Clearly she enjoyed the way I worked her body.
As if on cue, she clamped her thighs around my head, and I knew my teasing was over. Locking my hand around her pelvis to hold her in place, I sucked and pulled at her clit with a renewed sense of urgency. Another finger joining in her slippery wetness as I curled my fingers upwards to massage her g-spot, her hands latched onto my head to shove me away as her hips tried to buck me off.Oh my little firecracker, you won’t move until you squirt over my face.
A broken scream filtered around her thighs, and her body shook with anticipation. I sped up. Fingers working in overdrive as I sucked and pulled against her clitoris like it would be the last thing I did right in my life. Summer’s walls tightened around my fingers, and her body quaked with need as I continued my pace, working her body like my favorite tool. Every muscle responding to my command as her body battled her mind for when she’d scream her release. Her breath caught in her throat as her thighs clenched tight, cutting off my own air. Any second now she —
Like a firecracker, she exploded, squirting her release on my face. A scream echoed off the walls, and a smile danced on my lips as she rode the orgasm out, smearing her release across my nose and beard. My dick straining to bury itself in her soaking wetness, I waited though. Her body shook from the high, her eyes dazed as she relaxed her legs.
