Chapter 33 #2
Her brow quirks. “A fuck-it experiment?”
“Yeah, fuck worries about the future or about heartbreak or all the what ifs. Fuck what anyone might say. Fuck holding back. Fuck it. Let’s just be together now, while we can.”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “Let’s be Venus and Henry and see where it takes us?”
“Exactly. I didn’t love you the way I should have then.
I want a chance to do that now. In the end, you’ll probably leave anyway—I know, and I don’t care.
I don’t care if it wrecks us both. I’m wrecked already.
But we wanted a better end, right? We can’t have that without knowing we did all we could, knowing that we tried.
This time, it’s about us. Not our parents, or expectations, or all the other bullshit that kept coming between us.
Only us. We have the summer, and I’d like to try. Will you let me, Venus?”
She looks stunned and says nothing for what feels like an eternity. I expect an argument, or, worse, her running for the door.
“As you said, it feels like a game we can’t win.”
My lungs tighten. “It’s not impossible to win, though. Long-distance relationships can work. People do it all the time. Or you could stay.”
“You want me to stay?” she asks, her voice pained and disbelieving. Her father’s words stream into my head. She believes we don’t want her.
“Venus, I don’t want you to give up the life you want for me. But if it would make you happy to stay, yes, I want you to. I hate that I made you feel you had to leave in the first place.”
“I-um, it wasn’t you. It was everything.” She swallows hard and pushes the food away.
“I know, but nothing should hold us back now. Fuck it.”
She smirks. “Henry Greene not worried about the future? This is unprecedented.”
“Only for you, Venus,” I say, and her grin widens. “Is that a yes to loving each other while we have the chance and letting the future take care of itself?”
“Yes, Henry.”
“Yes, you want to? Or yes, because I’m asking?” I clarify.
Her green orbs meet mine, narrowing slightly as her lips uptick in a grin. “Both… but mainly because I want to. Fuck it.”
“Good. May I lock this door?”
“Yes,” she says, looking curious.
The bolt slides into place. She keeps her eyes fixed on me as I cross the room and turn the corner of her desk. I roll her chair to face me and drop to my knees before her.
“May I touch you?” I whisper.
Her cheeks turn adorably pink, and the green in her eyes spreads with heat. “Yes.”
My fingers dance across her calves, up to her knees, and push her pretty floral skirt up her thighs.
I lean down, dragging my lips across her bright yellow, burgundy, and orange sunflowers.
She relaxes, spreading her legs so I can nestle between them.
I massage her thighs and hips, sliding her closer to me.
“Take my glasses off,” I whisper, hands too busy to bother. She eases them from my face and sets them on the desk.
“What are we doing?” she asks, breathless and flushed.
“I’m being that guy, and you’re letting me. Is that okay?”
She looks down at me, her brow still pinched, but a tiny grin coiling on her lips. She nods.
“Kiss me, Venus,” I say, and she leans closer, her lips gently grazing mine. “Now, lean back.”
Despite the heavy rise and fall of her chest, she relaxes into the chair while I push her skirt higher. “I like you in dresses,” I say, smirking. “You’re so damn pretty.”
I run my fingers along her panties before hooking them and edging them aside.
I lean in, taking several long, slow breaths against her, teasing her.
Then, I dive my tongue into her wetness, taking one long swipe up her center, before gently sucking her clit.
She cries out loudly, making us both laugh as she covers her mouth with her hand.
I wedge my hands under her ass and yank her to the edge of the chair before easing her legs over my shoulders.
The heels of her sneakers press into my back, and I love the pressure.
I feel like a fucking madman over how desperate I am to make her come.
Her hands rake through my hair, and she grabs on, pulling me even closer as my tongue teases and circles her clit.
She writhes against me, arching her back and encouraging me.
“Henry,” she moans behind her fingers. “You’re ruining me, Henry.”
Ruining us both, I think, but don’t say. Ruining us for anyone else.
But I don’t care. By summer’s end, the only place she’ll run is to me.
My tongue dips inside her before returning to her clit, working feverishly as she writhes beneath me.
And then, she convulses almost wildly, making me brace her arms and hold her tightly.
When her earthquake softens into tremors, I gently release my grip and exchange my licks for soft kisses, working my way from her mound to her inner thighs. She melts against me, moaning softly.
I ease her panties into place and trail kisses down her thighs as I adjust her skirt. She sits up, wrapping her arms around me. I nestle against her chest and hear her heartbeat thundering under my ear.
“Take me on the desk,” she says, nearly panting.
“This was for you.” I lay a kiss on her forehead as I stand. Her hand sweeps over the front of my pants, feeling my hardness. “Just for you.”
I put my glasses back on and sit on the edge of her desk, crossing my legs at my ankles, trying to calm down.
I grab the other sandwich from the bag and peel it open.
I eat half of it in one bite, smiling over at her, all flushed and satisfied.
She leans back in her chair, contemplating me like abnormal cells under a microscope.
“Are you sure you don’t want to—”
“I’m sure,” I cut in, grabbing one of the bags of chips and moving around the desk.
I wrap my messenger bag around my shoulder, holding it up front to hide what’s left of my erection, and head for the door.
If I wait one more minute, it might be impossible to resist her. “Lunch tomorrow. Don’t forget.”
“I won’t,” she promises.
Then, I leave her.