Chapter 10 #3
Pulling back, he plucks something from his pocket.
It’s a lighter. My eyes lift as he lifts it between us, hitting the lever.
The flame waves in the air and he sticks his tongue through it.
It burns, turning black while starting to heal as he sets the lighter down.
Wrapping his lips back around my tip, he takes me all the way into his mouth and warmth envelopes my skin.
I sink into it, arching forward. I’m going hazy as I reach a new high.
The pain is a distant memory and is replaced with explosive pleasure.
My skin grows tight, my cock feeling like jolts of electricity are zapping around it.
I can feel it everywhere, putting me in a chokehold.
All it takes is for me to look down at his eyes darkening and mouth sliding over my skin for me to shoot my load down his throat.
I bite back more moans, my body convulsing, and I look up at the ceiling, smiling like a fucking idiot.
He kisses my tip and tucks me back in. His icy tongue laps at any mess in my panties and he stands up, bringing my pants with him.
The lighter lifts between us again, heating his tongue before he thrusts it between my lips.
He doesn’t pull away until we’re both breathless.
His lips press to my nose and he smiles. “Nothing keeps me here more than you.”
“Does it hurt when you do that?” I say, pivoting the conversation.
“Do what?”
“With the lighter?”
His jaw ticks. “Yeah. But you hurt for me, so I can hurt for you too.” He kisses my lips again, this time quick and gentle.
At a loss for words, I just nod and lean all my weight on the door.
Seeing that I need him to stay a little longer, he pulls me into his arms and holds me until I’m able to fully stand on my own.
I splash water on my face at the sink and we go our separate ways as we exit the bathroom, him disappearing out the door as I reach the table.
“What took you so long?” Leo’s forehead wrinkles and Glen’s eyes stay on his menu as he runs his fingers over the lunch specials.
“Feeling a little nauseous. Probably the leftovers I ate yesterday. Not so sure they were good anymore.” The lies don’t stop, growing into a whole new personality for me.
“Oh. We can leave if you need to.”
“I’m fine now.” I reach for my water and take a sip. The ice is a different kind of cold than Gareth’s tongue, feeling uncomfortable as it sits there too long. I like how he feels. I didn’t think I would, but my warmth and his coldness . . . they just work.
“You sure?” Glen finally speaks, eyes meeting mine.
“Yeah. Eating actually might help.”
“Maybe some soup,” Glen suggests.
“Yeah, nothing too heavy,” Leo says.
“Soup sounds like a good idea. It is starting to feel more like the right weather for it.”
“Yeah.” Glen’s face scrunches up. “I hate the cold.”
“I love it.” Leo bounces in his seat, fingers tapping on his coffee mug. “I get to wear all my cute sweaters and scarves.”
“Yeah, and change five times more than usual before being ready.” Glen shoots him a smirk and Leo scoffs, his eyes rolling back.
“Stop acting like you don’t enjoy the show.”
“It is the only reason I allow it to go on for so long.” His eyes flit down at my friend.
“Mhm. I figured as much.”
I stick my finger in my mouth, making fake gagging noises.
They both snicker, and Leo makes kissy noises at his fiancé.
“Now I know why you suggested we leave. You two clearly need to be alone.”
“We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” Leo says, batting his eyes at Glen.
“Yeah. Lots of time.” He kisses Leo’s cheek, and luckily the waitress comes to interrupt their love fest. We order our food and Leo pulls up his phone to show Glen our new costumes, telling him how many days he has left to choose his.
The conversation leads to other things and then to them visiting family.
The tension between them is thick after Leo says something about not being able to be around Glen’s brother for longer than a day.
When the food comes, they drop the subject and we all eat in silence.
Leo grabs the check, paying for the whole thing, and when he heads out, he spends a few minutes at the car with Glen, reconciling.
They kiss, sharing smiles again, and I pretend to look somewhere else until Leo meets me back at his car.
“Everything all good?” I slip in the passenger side.
He shrugs, sliding in beside me and buckling up. “It will be. It always is in the end. Looks like I have to see his family, though. They hate me.”
“Doesn’t your family love him?”
“Yeah.” He huffs out a breath, starting the car. “Probably more than me.”
“Then why doesn’t he want to go there?”
His eyes fall to his lap, fingers squeezing around the wheel. “He doesn’t like them. Says they’re too in your face about everything or something.”
“That’s crazy. Your mom and dad are awesome.”
“Yeah. I guess he sees them as pushy and very involved in our lives.”
“Sure, they can be a little invasive, but what parents aren’t? He also has to remember you’re an only child.”
“So are you.”
“Yeah, but my parents clearly don’t care about my life as much yours do.”
“What was their deal with Gareth anyway?”
“My mom said he could have moved for me, and my dad was hoping I’d eventually trade him in for the girl next door he kept trying to push on me.”
Leo lips bunch together. “I’m sorry they weren’t here for you.”
“Yeah.” I shift my eyes ahead. “Me too.”
We don’t talk for the rest of the ride home in the car, and Leo is the first to break the silence when we step onto my porch.
“So, see you this weekend for puking carving.”
“Yeah. I’ll be here, waiting for you to chauffeur me around.”
His chuckles tickle my cheek as he wraps his arms tightly around me. “It’s going to get better. One day at a time.”
“Yeah, I know.” I hug him back and then go inside, closing the door all the way once he’s in his car. I twist the lock behind me and when I step further into the house, I notice the fireplace is on. Blankets are strewn in front of it, along with two glasses and a bottle of wine in an ice bucket.
When I look toward the footsteps trailing from the kitchen, Gareth is holding a bowl of strawberries and smiling my way. “You’re home.”
“Yeah.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
I look around, my eyes staying on the waving flames. “Consider me surprised.”
He sets the bowl on the coffee table, tugging up his shirt sleeves. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.”
“This is turning into some weird tradition for us.”
He laughs. “There’s nothing wrong with adding new things to our relationship. Better than taking them away.”
“Yeah,” I say, lowering myself onto the couch and fidgeting with my hands. There are times when I think things are being taken away, but then he goes and gives me more of Gareth . . . and something I didn’t realize I was missing before.
There really is nothing wrong with adding to what we already were.