98. Lolly
ninety-eight
Lolly
“Lolly,” someone calls to me but I can’t reach them.
I can’t stop shivering, but I’m not cold. “Lani!” I scream, but she doesn’t answer.
I can’t move. I’m stuck and the smoke is burning my throat and Lani won’t answer me.
“Lolly, wake up,” he says again.
I reach for him.
“Wake up, baby. You’re safe. You’re okay,” he says soothingly.
My eyes fly open and the cool night air instantly hits my tear-streaked face and sweat-soaked skin.
My body shudders in his arms, silent sobs shaking me from the inside out.
I feel his arms around me now, his breath warm against my neck. I try to match my breaths with his, but I can’t. I have to move. I have to breathe.
I jump out of the bed, dizzy with confusion. I run my hands through my hair, trying to slow my breathing. I miss Mom, too. I still can’t believe she’s gone.
“I can’t breathe,” I admit, wrapping my arms around my middle.
Bailey is up and has me in his arms before I can protest.
“Tell me what I can do,” he says as he places the softest kisses to my cheeks.
“Make me forget.”
He kisses me, his lips a warm tether, his hands on me helping me fight off the past.
“Stay in this moment, Lolly. It’s just you and me. I’ve got you,” he promises.
I believe him.
His words wrap around my heart, weaving his promises into everything I am.
And then before I can catch my breath, he’s on his knees before me. All movements slowed, tentative. He takes his time lowering my sweatpants, licking his plump lips as he works them down and sets me free.
He’s never done this before.
“Bailey, you don’t have to,” I say.
“You’re mine,” he says. “Your beautiful mind,” he grabs my base, “your incredible heart,” he kisses the tip, “all of you.” He drags his tongue from my base to the tip, flicking my piercings. “All mine.”
I inhale a sharp breath as he swallows me down. All the tension leaves my body and I forget everything but him.
“Fuck yes,” I whisper, dragging my hands through his curls. “I’m yours.”
I grip the back of his head, guiding his long pulls. I am the conductor, he is my student.
“Just like that, pretty boy,” I praise.
He whimpers and gags, thrusting his hips trying to find friction.
He gazes up at me through long lashes. Emerald eyes alight with satisfaction at my unwinding.
Saliva dances down his perfect chin as tears fall from his eyes.
I’m captivated.
Consumed by him. By us.
“You’re mine, green eyes,” I growl.
This is why I live. Why I breathe. What makes the exchange of oxygen and carbon dioxide worth the trouble. We are made of stars and stars again we will be, but in the meantime, I will fucking live.
“Yes, beautiful, don’t stop. You’re doing so well. Sucking my cock like the perfect little slut that you are.”
He moans, and the vibrations ricochet across my flesh as he pulls me closer to the edge. Liquid heat pulls low in my belly and I know I’m getting close. I don’t want this to end but he swallows around my dick, squeezing me so perfectly I see stars.
“Oh, fuck Bailey. I’m gonna come,” I moan. My eyes roll back and I fucking let go. Uninhibited. Unbound. Alive. Right fucking now.