Page 141 of You Said I Was Your Favorite

He licks his lips, his gaze wild. A little unfocused. “Because if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come all over your hand.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to his and say, “Maybe that’s what I want.”

I kiss him, essentially shutting him up, and we get a little lost in each other for a bit, until I feel his other hand on my shoulder, gently pushing me away so I have no choice but to break away from his lips.

“What the fuck, Daze?” He sounds bewildered, but I ignore his confusion and kiss him again. His fingers on my wrist slowly loosen and then I’m kissing his neck. Behind his ear. Breathing into his skin, stroking him, my pace increasing.

I have no real idea what I’m doing. I mean, we’ve been messing around for a while so I have a sense of it. I know what he likes. But I’m also winging it, just giving into my urges and letting myself do whatever I want.

Within reason of course.

“Baby, you gotta slow down,” he chokes out at one point, his hands returning to my hips, tugging down on the waistband of my sweatpants. His words don’t match his actions, but I don’t bring that to his attention.

Instead, I let him do it, inhaling sharply when he dives his hand down the front of my pants, his fingers brushing against my panties.

The next thing I know, I end up with my sweatpants pushed to my ankles and my panties tugged to the side. I’m rubbing against him, skin on skin, bathing the head of his cock with my wet heat and he’s groaning. And when just the tip slips inside me, I don’t hesitate.

I sink all the way down on him, ignoring the slight pinch of pain. My inner walls clamp tight around him, our bodies connected as one and I rise up, my lids cracking open to find he’s already watching me.

“Fuck,” he bites out as he flexes his hips. “You feel so good without a condom.”

I start to ride him, knowing this is reckless. The most reckless, impulsive thing I’ve ever done. If my father knew that I was having unprotected sex, he would be so disappointed. I’m taking a risk. Risking my future and Arch’s.

But right now, I’m too caught up in how good he feels to care.

* * *

We drive backto campus mostly in silence, but it isn’t uncomfortable or tense. More of a satisfied…quietness. A contentedness I haven’t felt in I don’t know how long. Arch is listening to a playlist, while I drift in and out of sleep, his hand rarely leaving where it rests on my thigh. His touch grounds me, reminds me that I have him in my corner, which I desperately need.

Eventually I give up on sleep and stare out the passenger side window, absently chewing on my lower lip. The closer we get to home, the more anxious I feel. I can’t ignore the nervous sensation swirling in my stomach, making me faintly nauseous.

I need to talk to my father and I don’t want to do it with Arch as a witness. My dad will be hostile toward him and it would all just fall apart. I need to try and reason with my dad first before I bring Arch into it. It’s going to take a while, but I’m patient.

I have to make this work.

“You okay?” Arch asks when we finally pull into the school parking lot.

“Nervous about seeing my dad.” I release a shaky breath, sending him a quick smile.

“It’ll work out,” he says with all the confidence I wish I felt. “He’ll listen to you and you’ll listen to him. He’ll apologize and so will you. And then all will be forgiven.”

“I hope so,” I whisper, glancing down at my lap to see my hands all twisted together. I unlink them, shaking them out, noting how sweaty my palms are.

We get out of the car and walk across campus. It’s late afternoon and it’s mostly empty. I’m searching in every corner for my father, hoping he’s with Kathy or preoccupied with a work task. I’d prefer him being at home waiting for me versus just stumbling upon him while I’m walking with Arch.

God, I really don’t know which scenario is worse. They’re all terrible.

“Want me to walk you to your door?” Arch asks when his building looms ahead of us.

I slowly shake my head. “I should probably go home alone. I don’t know how he’ll react, seeing you with me.”

Arch’s jaw visibly tightens and the scowl on his face is almost scary. “I hate that he doesn’t like me.”

“He just doesn’t know you,” I reassure him. “Once he actually spends some time with you, he’ll see just how great you are.”

“If he’ll even give me a chance to get to know me,” he mutters.

The skeptical look on Arch’s face says he doesn’t really believe me, but I try to ignore it, offering him a shaky smile. “Thank you for helping me today.”

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