73. Ambrose—present day #2
The sound of sex is still heavy in my ears, closer to my ears as Dollie leans over me and kisses my throat.
“Shh.” The paint on her nails is the only thing she wears. One of those nails grazes my lips, and the image of her even touching me there makes me ache for a kiss.
“You want this, I know you want this…” Her finger dips slightly into my mouth as she traces the curve of my mouth before letting her hand roam down my body to my crotch.
Her fingers tighten around my already hard cock, and a gasp pulls her pretty face back to mine.
Her mouth hovers just a fraction from my lips. I crane my neck, but somehow, she’s still out of reach.
Up and down, her hand moves, growing tighter around me. Pain and pleasure mix together, causing my eyes to roll.
Her lips touch me, finally. Delicate kisses line my jaw and follow the scars to my lips.
Her tongue dips inside my mouth, and it’s not enough. Keeping my eyes closed, I focus on the kiss as my tongue pushes past hers and fights for dominance.
My fingers close around her face, tipping her head back enough so she can take me deeper. She moans into my mouth, and her stroking of my cock picks up pace as I nibble at her neck, creating a mark that will claim her as mine.
I laugh against her naked skin, and she grinds her hips against mine.
Exploring fingers pinch one of her nipples, the pretty pink color, the same as her hair. Hair that I wrap around my fist and tug on, so she’ll arch her back for me. My tongue replaces my fingers, kissing her pretty tits the same way I did her mouth.
Side by side, her hand doesn’t leave me. She shakes with need, and it only makes it harder not to blow all over her stomach, because no one has ever touched me like this before—no one other than ? —
Images of Colin Bannadosi in the face paint that haunts my mind fade away just as my eyes gloss.
“Make me come. He couldn’t do it,” Dollie tells me.
I should have said no, that she shouldn’t have let him fucking touch her, but my kisses make it back to her mouth, my fingers sliding down her stomach as she takes my tongue in her mouth.
Naked and grinding those hips again, I place my hand between her legs. She’s wet… for me. And it’s the best feeling in the world.
Rubbing from her clit to her opening, I dip a finger inside her slowly.
Tight walls close around me, and she pulls me in.
Gasping into each other’s mouths, I can’t help but moan her name.
“Dollie.” It comes out raspy.
Our eyes spring open, and she kisses me harder, her teeth dragging my lower lip into her mouth. She pumps my cock harder, and I can’t help what happens next.
A feeling of pleasure starts in my stomach, and my balls tighten.
I continue thrusting my finger inside her, enjoying how her hips move to meet me. Enjoying how she moans a little harder each time her swollen clit brushes my knuckles.
It sends me over the edge.
She sends me over the edge with her pretty little moans, and her wet cunt dripping down my hand.
Shot after shot, cum coats her stomach.
Disappointment replaces the feelings of euphoria as soon as they pass. But Dollie’s still rocking her hips, still smiling at me like I’m her favorite thing in the world.
My hand leaves her heat for a second, sliding her wetness up her stomach to meet with my own.
Two fingers slide through my cum, before I shift back to her cunt and push it inside her.
She moans, and I moan, too.
Her enchanting blue eyes climb my body, meeting mine, reminding me that we share a bond that no one—not even him across the hall—can ever take from us, right before those pretty blues roll, and she clamps around me.
Her sparkly nails glisten in the light peeping through semi-closed drapes, as they dig into my skin.
A scream leaves her, and it sounds something like a broken version of my name as she comes apart for me.
Her tight cunt pulses, causing me to harden again, but my eyes strain with tiredness.
Keeping my fingers buried inside her, I slowly rock as she comes down.
Because I have no energy to do anything else.
“Do you think you should pull out?”
I mumble something, the word barely audible.
I don’t even have the energy to pull out and fuck any repercussions. If something were to happen, it would just be more proof that she’s fucking mine.
“Are you okay?” Gentle fingers trace the scars on my rapidly rising chest.
“I’m a little cold,” I manage.
Another tear drops from my eye, but before Dollie can wipe it away, she fades into the room around me, and I realize I’m here alone.
And I wish I wasn’t.
I can’t help it.
I need her more than ever.
Guilt over what led to all this swims in my veins, rushing out with the blood on my wrists, as I reach for my phone to call an ambulance, because clearly, I’ve cut too fucking deep this time.
I’m hallucinating to the point that I felt those kisses and cum is sticking me to these fucking sheets.
And I don’t want to die. I want to live. To fight for the girl, I’ve spent my entire life learning how to love in the deepest way.
I grip my phone, manage to unlock it, and press 91, but I don’t get further.
The phone drops through my shaking fingers and bounces across the floor.
My heavy body can’t reach that far. I let the bed comfort me as a thought crosses my mind.
It’s for my mother.
I’m sorry, Mom. I tried. I really tried not to love Dollie so much. But I’m fucking broken. I can’t live without her, and if I do live through this, she’s fucking mine.
A final moan comes from across the hall, reminding me that this might not be so easy. Because she’s already chosen him, already shut me out.
How could she do that?
After everything, how could she seriously choose him over me?
No answer comes, then everything goes dark.