I’m not going to last.
I’ve barely touched myself in two years, and this is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, and “Mike—”
He pulls back, stroking me quickly. “Gonna come?”
I nod, pushing my hips up into his hand as I tip over the edge, harder than I have in years.
Chapter 9
Before
“Can’t we stay here for a little bit longer?” I ask, feeling around the truck bed for my shirt and pulling it over my head.
I thought this would feel better.
That I would feel different after losing my virginity. But right now, all I feel is pain and my body trembling, and I want him to hold me for five fucking seconds after.
But he’s already jumping down from the truck and turning to me with a scowl.
“God, dude, sometimes I think you’re a chick with how needy you are,” Jason says, not even helping me down from the truck.
I don’t know what to say to that.
I try not to be needy. I know what I am. I know I’m a burden, that I shouldn’t be here. But I guess I didn’t think myboyfriendwould feel that way, too.
He doesn’t say anything else.
As soon as I’m down from his truck, he gets in and drives away, leaving me standing alone on a dirt road inside the woods, at one in the morning.
Every step I take back home hurts, and I know this isn’t normal. Jason should be taking care of me right now. I’m notsaying I needed much, but a single ounce of compassion would have been nice.
Now
When Mike fell asleep on me last night, I thought not making a big deal out of it was the least I could do. He gave me something wonderful and asked for nothing in return.
But now, it’s morning, and he’s lying on top of me, and the couch isn’t that comfortable, and I have to pee. I close my eyes, hoping he’ll wake up on his own. That seems like the least awkward way to approach things.
Besides, he wakes up early any other time.
An hour later, he’s shown no sign of moving, and the having to pee situation has gone from annoying to dire.
I shift a little, an attempt to move him over, to let him sleep, but that makes him groan and clutch my t-shirt tighter. So I guess I only have one option.
“Mike.”
Nothing.
“Mike, wake up.”
He doesn’t.
I grab his shoulders and shake him a little. “Come on, wake up. I’m about to piss my pants.”
“Nooo, I’m comfortable,” comes the groggy voice, the only thing I get from him.
“You’re not gonna be comfortable if I piss all over you.”
“I could be into that.”
