This is absurd. A fucking fever dream.
And I love it.
This is the kind of mess I crave. The reckless, the forbidden.
I don’t just flirt with it. I make out with it, like lucifer on my shoulder tells me to do.
And Tom feeds on it. He feeds on my crazy. Like he told me the other day,“You like dangerous because you are dangerous. You’re just as fucked up as I am.”
He was right. I’m not even pretending to be discreet. Terrence knows we’re here. Literally anyone could walk in. I don't care. I just want this beautiful disaster to happen.
I know exactly what this is. It’s coming back. The rush. I already felt it the other day. My meds are not keeping me in check anymore. But if this is what destruction feels like, I’ll take it. Let him be the one to burn me down.
Suddenly something hits me, the epiphany like an explosion right below my sternum.
“I’ve got it,” I whisper suddenly, hoarsely.
His amber curls falling forward, our eyes lock. His are wild. Mine are open.
“You asked me…” I pause, startled by a sound—was that a door? My eyes dart.
Tom grabs my chin and forces me to look back at him. “Keep talking.”
A drop of sweat lands on my cheek.
“You asked me... what I’d tell my younger self. Remember?”
“Yeah,” he pants. “You said it was okay to… to want something. For yourself.”
I press our damp foreheads together, holding him, smiling against his mouth.
“I’d tell myself it's okay to want you.”
“Fuck, Yosh—”
His spine arches as he comes, spurting hot against my stomach. It’s so powerful and endless, it only takes a couple of more drags to bring me over the edge, a soundless cry tears out of me as I mix my cum with his on my chest.
“Yeah, that’s it, love,” he shushes, “Come for me, I’ve got you.”
He holds my face in both hands, kissing along my cheek, riding me through the last aftershocks until my pulses slow and the slick cum begins to cool. He lowers himself and licks all of it from my stomach, collecting the mess like I’m his favorite popsicle.
“That,” he says, licking his lips. “Flushes the taste of cheap liquor right out of my mouth.”
“You’re insane, McKenna.”
He gasps, hand splayed on his chest, pretending to be offended.
“Me? You’re the lunatic who dragged me into this filthy little act in the middle of your boss’s restaurant.”
He gestures vaguely at the ceiling. “Have you even checked for cameras?”
Heat slams into my already flushed cheeks, my stomach doing an unhelpful somersault.
“You’re lucky I did. The cameras are pointing the other way.”
I rest my hands on my chest and let out a shaky breath that slips into laughter, a little too loud and definitely a little too manic.
He grins, pulling me back to my feet. “Up you get, intruder. We should move before security shows up.”
