Chapter 13 #2
At the first lap of his tongue, I let out an unintelligible sound.
He growled as he picked up speed, tasting and licking.
Threading my fingers through his silky hair, I pushed his face deeper into me.
He fucked me with his tongue as he used his thumb to massage my clit. I bucked my hips, pulling on his hair.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Fuck my mouth. Show me how you want it.”
My restless legs twitched in an effort to stave off my looming orgasm.
“I’ve wanted to taste you from the moment I first saw you. I can’t believe this is real, and I’m getting to do it for a second time,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my core. “Mmmm… So fucking good.” He looked up at me. “You want to come like this, or do you want me inside you?”
As amazing as this was, the answer was a no-brainer. “Inside me…” I exhaled. “Please.”
He reached over to the end table and fumbled for a condom. I watched intently as he lowered his pants and sheathed himself, my pussy clamoring with excitement at the sight of his engorged cock.
I gasped as he entered me. Holy shit. The intensity of the feeling never ceased to amaze me.
“I can’t even believe I’m this damn hard again,” he groaned. “God, I fucking love being inside of you.”
I quickly realized he’d pushed me too far over the edge. “I’m not gonna last. I need to come now, Tate.”
“Let go, baby. I’ll come with you,” he said as we rocked together.
As my muscles tightened around him, he thrust hard before groaning, the heat of his release warming me through the condom as I swayed my hips to take every bit of his orgasm.
“What are you doing to me? I can’t get enough of you,” he finally said, head on my shoulder as he pulled out.
When our breathing had returned to normal, Tate and I turned to face each other.
Harsh reality once again hit me. It seemed to come in waves. After tomorrow, Tate would be gone from my life. I hated that thought, but I couldn’t let him know how sad it made me. I couldn’t risk him distancing himself to try to protect me. I needed him all in until the last second.
“Where did you go?” he asked.
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Just now. Where did you go? Your face changed. It was like your body was still here, but you left the room.”
I attempted to shake it off. “It’s nothing.”
His expression softened. “Blair…talk to me.”
I forced a smile. “I’m just really happy, and I don’t want this trip to end. I understand why we have to part ways and all that. But I think I’m kidding myself a little, thinking I can handle leaving you.”
He caressed my face. “We’re both stressed, even if we’re pretending not to be.”
“I keep telling myself just to be grateful for the extra time.”
He nodded. “You can experience both gratitude and sadness, you know. I’m grappling with those right now myself.
We can’t help how we feel.” He exhaled. “I know I made a big deal about our age difference in the beginning. But the truth is, when I’m with you, I don’t feel any different inside than I did when I was your age.
It’s like I’m him again. That’s one fucked-up thing about getting older—you still feel young inside.
But being with you makes me feel like the person I was when I had my entire life ahead of me, before I fucked a lot of things up.
Before I broke.” He sighed. “You make me feel whole again.”
I ran my finger along his chin. “It’s never too late for a new life. I think you had to grow up really fast after everything you went through. Maybe you never naturally outgrew him—that person you were at nineteen.”
He nodded. “That’s an interesting theory.”
I looked at him a moment. “Have you ever gotten help for your PTSD?”
Tate’s eyes left mine for a moment. He shook his head. “I haven’t wanted to see a therapist, but I suppose at some point, maybe I should.” He sighed. “It’s just so much easier to block it out.”
I caressed his hair. “Do you ever talk about it with anyone, though? Like friends or family?”
“Not really.” He swallowed.
“Will you talk about it with me?” I whispered.
He paused a moment then nodded.
I waited for him to speak.
“We were stationed in Afghanistan,” he said, shifting his body. “In an area that was notorious for ambushes. But we’d received some intel that implied we were safe. So, I made the call to continue with a routine supply run in the area.”
He looked away as he continued. “At one point there was some debris on the side of the road that seemed off, so we had a couple of techs check it out, and it turned out to be nothing. That led me to decide that we could safely continue the run.” He shut his eyes briefly.
“A short time later, an IED blew behind us, hitting one of the trucks in my convoy.”
My heart broke for him. I looped my fingers with his. “I’m so sorry.”
“I lost two good friends.” His eyes glistened. “After that day, I kept having panic attacks because every little thing looked suspicious to me. I wasn’t able to function.”
“So, they sent you home?”
He nodded. “Basically, yeah. I was discharged.” Tate drew in a breath.
“I could go into a lot more detail about what I saw, but it’s hard for me.
I will tell you, though, in the dead of night, those vivid memories come flooding back.
In fact, they’d started again at the beginning of this trip.
Before you and I met, there was one night I couldn’t sleep at all.
But since you came into my life, I haven’t had a single nightmare.
Obviously, distraction works. It’s just always temporary. ”
I squeezed his hand. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m glad I could make you feel better, even for just a little while.”
He buried his face in my neck and spoke against my skin. “If only I could just escape into you forever, I wouldn’t have to face anything.”