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SAMARA
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The cold sink kissed my bare ass as my arms wrapped around Dio’s neck.
He kissed me like it was the first time, and I melted in his mouth like a piece of sweet cotton candy.
Having him in this moment was everything; it filled the hole in my heart while he was away.
I knew this was wrong because he wasn’t supposed to be around me, but shit like this was why I loved him.
He knew how to make a way out of no way.
Our tongues played with each other as Dio tussled with his sweats.
“Hold on, Mars,” he mumbled in my mouth.
I was holding on. Holding on to every bit of him and his soul. Dio lifted me from the sink before easing me down on top of him. “Oh, my Gawd!” I moaned.
The feeling of him deep inside me damn near tearing my insides gave me a tinge of pain with a sweet feeling of pleasure behind it.
“That’s right, Mars. Your God,” he grumbled.
I don’t know if it was the time that had passed since he and I had sex, but this hit different. Dio’s grip around my waist guided my body up and down.
Up, then down.
He licked and sucked on my neck so good, my head fell back.
Up, then down.
He swung me around, slamming my body against the wall. My head shot forward as my eyes peeked over his shoulder, watching Dio fuck me in the mirror.
“Pussy so good,” he moaned in my ear. “I fucking love you, Mars the Star.”
My emotions began to take a toll on me because, although this was a moment I was enjoying, I knew that once it was over, we would be back to what we were before this: not talking.
I didn’t want to ruin this by asking what was next, so instead, I held my tears back.
I closed my eyes and went straight to the place Dio took me every time we made love: Mars.
Foreheads touching.
“Open your eyes,” he said sweetly. I did as he asked to see him staring into my eyes as he worked my pussy something crazy.
My lips trembled, and so did his. A flash of a wedding, us arguing, then making up, a nice house, and forever riding into the sunset on his bike flashed in my head.
Dio began hitting my g-spot, and my mouth opened. Then a tear betrayed me.
“I’m about to cum,” I whispered.
Up, then down.
“Cum for a god, baby.”
He brushed his nose against mine as his eyes slowly closed. I wondered whether he saw himself as my husband or saw us as I did. The hope was that he did because I wanted this shit forever.
Up, then down.
The bang on the door didn’t stop us. “Dio, nigga, Jesaiah is coming!” one of the guys who was outside watching the door shouted.
Dio... he didn’t stop. He kept going. “Cum for me, Samara. I’m not stopping until you do,” he muttered.
Up, then down.
My head fell back as I blocked out the noise and enjoyed the dick Dio was serving. My body tingled and my legs tightened around his waist, while my nails dug into his neck.
Eyes on him.
He blessed me with his crooked smile. He nodded, and so did I. “That’s right. Cum, baby. Cum for a nigga,” he kept talking.
I sucked in a deep breath as I held my scream while my body released its beautiful love onto the man who held my heart. “Good girl.” He kissed my nose.
He put me down, then turned to the sink to clean himself up as I did the same. We didn’t say anything to each other, yet we stared at each other in the mirror. Neither one of us wanted to say goodbye. I backed up until I was in one of the stalls, then closed and locked the door.
I heard Dio open the door and Jesaiah screaming at him. “Fuck you in here doing, Slime? Who in here?” he yelled.
“I took a shit, Big Brother Dean God’s Gift!” he yelled.
There was a moment of silence. Then I heard the few stalls’ doors slamming open and closed. My heartbeat picked up. My legs shook as I stood on the two metal bars. Jesaiah banged on the door. “Who in here?” he shouted.
That was when I heard Beans’ deep voice. “Ayo, let’s slide!” he yelled. “Get these Slimes together.”
When I heard the restroom door close, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Fuck!” I mumbled.
I got down and peeked through the crack.
The restroom looked empty, and I came out.
As I was walking out of the restroom, someone was coming in.
When I saw who it was, I swallowed deep.
I hurried out of the restroom to see people leaving.
The game had to be over. I pulled out my phone to call Paige to see where she was.
When she didn’t answer, I followed the crowd outside the building.
I needed to find her and fast. If Beans was a part of this frat, I needed him to call his boys off Dio because the way Jesaiah looked at me when he walked back into that restroom, I knew shit wasn’t good for Dio.