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I’m becoming too obsessed with seeing her like this.
Tears streaking down her face, her life held only in my hand.
I drop my arm from around her back, letting her slide down the wall so her feet touch the ground. Without giving her a moment to think, I push my hand down her waistband, bypassing her underwear until I feel her bare beneath me.
“You’re so fucking wet.” My hand glides easily through her folds, my fingers collecting her juices before I thrust two inside her. Her mouth opens on a gasp, but I grab her throat again, pushing her head into the wall. “You’re always so ready for me, aren’t you? Can you feel that? How your cunt greedily sucks my fingers, begging for more. Always begging me for everything.”
Her body trembles as I stretch her, my fingers thrusting hard. My thumb seeks her clit, pressing down until the moment she pulses around me.
“Feel how easily your body comes alive for me.” Her eyes lock on mine when I slide a third finger in, stretching her even wider. The heat staring back at me has my dick throbbing, aching for release. “Do you think you can handle more?”
Her eyes widen, though, the moment I slip a fourth finger in, they roll to the back of her head. I don’t give her a moment to get used to the ache, instead I grind my palm against her clit as my fingers slide in and out of her.
“Tell me you’re close, tell me you want to soak my hand like a good girl.”
“Please, Teddy, I need to come,” she whimpers, struggling for breath as my hold around her neck tightens until her words fall out on a breathless moan. “Fuck, let me soak your hand.”
“Good girl,” I tell her, hitting that spot again and again while my palm grinds against her clit. “Now, I want to hear you scream for me.”
She does, her mouth opens, and the perfect scream falls out of her while tears leak from her eyes, running down her flushed cheeks. Hazy, dazed eyes lock on mine, an ache stirring in my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My body slumps, sliding down the wall and falling to the ground as Theodore towers over me. He says something, but I can barely hear him over the blood rushing to my ears.
I ask him for friendship, and what does he deliver?
A dirty finger-fuck in the kitchen of his parents’ cottage.
I’m questioning how sane I actually am.
Do I really want to rekindle a friendship with somebody who is going to use my body as they please, without giving me anything back?
Though, that’s a lie, isn’t it.
The last two times, he’s only given—hasn’t taken a thing from me in return. I see the outline of his dick, straining against his jeans, so I know he’s not unaffected by all this. My head spins as my body settles from the high he gave me.
There’s one thing I know for sure, though. No matter how fucked up this situation is between us, nothing will ever beat the euphoria of those moments with him.
He walks over to the cupboard, pulling a bottle of vodka out before dropping to his arse beside me. He uncaps it, tipping a generous amount down his throat, then offers me the bottle. I take it, thinking of the two times we’ve done this before.
Maybe this is all we can be these days.
Two people who take solace in moments of peace found at the bottom of a bottle while also finding comfort in each other’s bodies. Maybe the hurt that always comes after is a consequence.
The consequence of two fucked-up humans, with a fucked-up history, finding each other in moments like these.
Maybe that’s enough for us.
“Not really what I had in mind when I said about being my friend again,” I say with a short laugh after we’ve cleared half the bottle. His throat bobs as he pulls more into his mouth, though, his eyes stray to mine.
I don’t understand any of this.
I swear I see a flicker of sadness in the green depths.
Or maybe my alcohol-addled brain is fucking with my head even more.
“What happened to us, Teddy?”
