Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
Tears fill her eyes. ‘I wanted to tell you that… there is no competition, AJ. Last night, I emailed Owen to say that I wasn’t coming back. That I had a boyfriend. I think I was always looking for a reason to stay, but I didn’t have one… until you.’
I lean forward. She has my whole heart. Being with Hollie, it’s like my whole world has shifted on its axis, and she became top of my every list. The words are out my mouth before I can stop them.
I’m not scared to tell her, like I thought I would be.
It feels like the most natural thing in the world. ‘I love you, Hollie.’
‘You love me?’ she whispers.
‘Was that not obvious?’ I ask.
‘I mean… I hoped you’d feel the same as me, but—’
A smile tugs the edge of my mouth. ‘I love you,’ I say again.
‘I love you, too,’ she says, all tearful, and her words fill my chest, making it swell.
I lower my mouth to hers, my arms going around her. Our kiss is slow, lingering. It’s that affirmation again.
I slide my hand from her stomach to her hip. It’s so hot in here that we’re both sweaty now. It’s obvious to me now, what the solution to her apartment problem should be.
‘Move in with me,’ I say.
She blinks at me. ‘You’re serious.’
‘As a heart attack.’
Her lips twitch, like she’s too scared to smile. ‘Move here? To Rapture?’
I haven’t entirely thought this through. ‘I mean, I don’t have a kitchen. We could find someplace else. Together. Like, an apartment somewhere.’
‘AJ, I have zero money. I can’t work. I can’t pay rent.’
‘So, move in with me anyway and we’ll figure something out. I’ll find someplace I can afford on my own.’
‘You would do that for me?’
‘Say you’ll move in with me,’ I say against her mouth, my fingers drifting further south, dipping under the lace hem of her panties. ‘I love you, and I’ll never cheat on you. I’ll prolly never write you poetry either.’
‘Yes,’ she giggles, squirming against me. ‘Yes, I’ll move in with you. I love you.’
‘Think of how much fun we could have,’ I say, my fingers continuing their journey south, urging her legs to part for me.
She shifts slightly onto her back. I push her panties farther down her legs and she wriggles free of the material.
We keep eye contact as she draws her up knees, her naked thighs parting for me as my fingers slide down assuredly into her slick warmth.
She’s so wet already. I swiftly find her clit and circle it and she lets out a low hum, this time her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
‘Every night, me making you feel good,’ I whisper, kissing her. ‘Think of how good it could be. Making love whenever we wanted.’
My boner strains against my jeans. The ache is almost painful. In my mind, it’s partly punishment for how I’ve treated her in the past.
I look down at her. Her eyes have fluttered open again.
The look between us is so intense, it robs me of breath.
‘I love you, Hollie,’ I say, only this time when I say the words there’s a lump in my throat.
Every night, from here on in, I want her in my bed.
’Til the day I choke. I don’t want anyone else.
‘I love you,’ she says hoarsely back, her tone ragged with desire.
I need her to know that I’m not that same dumb high school student anymore.
I stop touching her. I lean up and move to the end of the bed.
She watches as I get off the bed and get to my feet.
Leaning down, I hook my hands under her knees, gently tugging her body down the bed until her lower legs are hanging off the mattress.
I spread her wide. I’m on my knees for her, so I can worship her and her perfect pussy.
And, boy, does she let me. Her moans are like music as I slide my tongue up her seam, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit, varying my rhythm until she’s squirming and desperate for release.
I edge her closer, then back off, trailing kisses down her inner thighs, watching as she grapples with the loss, her chest rising and falling.
‘AJ,’ she whispers. ‘Please… please.’
‘Not yet, baby,’ I say, licking her once, twice, sliding two fingers a little way inside her, rubbing her G-spot for a few seconds before withdrawing, playing with her soaked, swollen pussy lips at her entrance.
‘So… good…’ she whispers. ‘Oh god, I need it. I need to…’
My dick strains against my fly. I want to be inside her. The restriction is agony. But this is agony that I deserve.
She’s panting. Fisting the sheets. I dip two fingers inside her, barely an inch, dragging her arousal over her skin. She whimpers. I purse my lips and blow against her clit.
‘AJ,’ she whispers. ‘Stop playing with me. Let me come.’
I kiss her clit, swirl my tongue just once. ‘Tell me you love me,’ I say.
‘I love you,’ she stutters. ‘So, so much’.
I finger her. ‘Tell me you love make-up sex.’
She’s laughing now. Laughing and groaning. ‘I love make-up sex with you. Oh god, AJ.’
‘You know what I love?’ I ask, circling her clit achingly slow. ‘I love making you come.’
She lets out an agonising groan. It’s impatient as it is needy.
I lower my mouth to her pussy then, flicking my firm tongue over her clit, in a swift, punishing motion that has her back arching off the bed.
She’s crying out as I sink two fingers inside her, just at the moment she lets go, and her walls clamp down on me as she comes hard, her arousal soaking my face.
I revel in the sounds she makes as she rides out her orgasm, the insides of her thighs clamping around my ears as I keep drawing pleasure out of her for as long as possible.
Finally, her body goes limp. She’s out of breath. ‘Holy shit,’ she mutters as she pulls herself up. ‘That was… I don’t even know what that was.’
I look up at her. Her lips are a little swollen when I kiss them. ‘See how good you taste,’ I say.
She pulls away, gazing at me. ‘What?’ I ask.
‘You remember when we went to the river and Balthazar and Nicole went off into the woods?’
‘Uh, sure,’ I say, recalling I was pretty pissed at that point.
‘What do you think they were doing?’
I hold in a laugh. ‘I’m guessing they weren’t looking for ladybugs, baby.’
She pokes me in the arm. ‘Nicole came back with twigs stuck to her knees.’
I clear my throat. ‘I’m not sure I wanna think about what Nicole was doin’ to my buddy on her knees in the woods, Holl. Not when we’re…’
Hollie sucks on her lip. ‘I want to do that to you.’
She hooks a couple of fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugs them forward. ‘Will you let me?’ she asks.
My dick pulses. I want nothing more. But I’m the asshole who doesn’t deserve her forgiveness.
I take her hand. ‘Hollie. Tonight is about you.’
‘No,’ she hums. ‘Tonight is make-up sex. And I want to get on my knees for you. Please?’
I am so fucking turned on right now.
‘Please?’ she begs again.
‘It’s supposed to be about your pleasure.’
She fixes my gaze. There’s excitement in her eyes. ‘Believe me, nothing could give me more pleasure.’
I swallow. Get to my feet. Lose my jeans and underwear in one swift motion and kick them away, so that my swollen cock juts out toward her.
‘Better,’ she says, and I love the admiration in her eyes right now.
She moves off the bed and we switch positions, so that I’m balanced on the edge and she nestles herself between my thighs. Then she moves her hair out the way. Tucks her knees together. I fist my dick just once. I watch her lick her lips in anticipation, before she hesitates.
‘You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.’
She doesn’t respond, just wraps her fingers low around my shaft. She pumps once, up and down and I suck air through my teeth.
‘Did that hurt?’ she asks.
I lean back a little, placing my hands behind me on the bed. ‘No, no, it’s really good.’
‘Oh,’ she giggles. ‘All right then.’
I watch as she pokes out her pink tongue and licks the head just once, keeping hold of me.
I groan. I love watching her. Tentatively, she opens her mouth and slides me inside, just an inch or so.
I exhale and close my eyes, thinking I might have to start to recite dead presidents.
When she licks the underside with the flat of her tongue, I almost lose control.
When she moans, her lips wrapped around me, my balls tighten up and I tell myself not to explode.
I’ve had blowjobs before. But not like this. Not when I’m so deeply in love with the woman who is kneeling so eagerly between my legs, making this possibly the most intensely intimate experience of my life.
She pulls back. ‘Is this good?’ she asks.
‘It’s incredible,’ I breathe. ‘You can take me a little deeper, but only if you want to.’
‘I want to,’ she whispers, and I’m not prepared for how deep she takes me this time, the way her cheeks hollow out and her head begins to bob up and down as she gently sucks my length.
When her tongue swirls around the head of my dick and her hand begins to move up and down, I’m undone.
I want her to finish me so badly, but my brain says I also don’t want to end like this with her tonight.
‘Holl,’ I grind out. ‘Stop a sec.’
She stops, raises her head. ‘Oh god, was I getting it wrong?’
‘No, no,’ I pant. ‘It’s too good. And as much as I want to do this, I think maybe I want to come inside you. Is that all right?’
Her lips twitch and she nods her head. ‘How do you want me?’
‘Just stay there,’ I say, getting to my feet, because I know I don’t have it in me to wait much longer. I want to bury myself in her warmth.
She leans forward so that she’s on her knees on the floor, her elbows resting in the mattress grooves. I kneel behind her.
‘Like this, is that okay?’ I ask.
‘Yes,’ she whispers, glancing back at me. ‘Yes.’
She widens her knees, pushes her butt out. I take my shaft and line myself up, guiding myself forward. We’re both so wet that I glide easily inside, gently pushing forward as she welcomes me. She’s so warm. So tight.
This is only the second time we haven’t used a condom.
The first time, I felt nervous, because no one’s ever explained to me before the science of how birth control actually works.
Freshly educated, this time I can focus on the sensations of Hollie’s wet pussy, sheathing me, expanding to fit my cock, which I don’t think has ever been this swollen.
‘How’s that feel?’ I ask as I push.
‘Good,’ Hollie hums, turning her head. ‘Mmm. So, so good. I like it.’
‘I love being inside you like this,’ I say, pushing forward until I’m ball-deep inside her, right to the hilt. ‘Fuck, Hollie. You feel so damn nice.’
She moans, reaches behind, grabbing my hip, encouraging me to start moving. At the first thrust I nearly come, but I grit my teeth and focus on her pleasure. This was all meant to be about her.
I still for a moment, shift my position a fraction so that I can reach round with my fingers to find her center.
With my left hand I grab hers, our fingers entwined.
The noises she makes are soft and needy as I circle her slick, wet clit, keeping her close to me, leaning forward yet keeping my hip thrusts small yet swift.
I lean forward, dropping my lips against her shoulder and when she turns her head and kisses me, my heart swells in my chest.
‘I love you, AJ,’ she whispers.
‘I love you,’ I say back. ‘So much. Baby… I’m sorry… I can’t hold out any longer.’
‘Come inside me,’ she whispers, and with a series of deep moans I do as she asks, my balls tightening up, white heat surging through me as my dick twitches and pulses.
I spill into her my warmth that is pure liquid pleasure, seeing stars as I experience the most intense orgasm of my entire fucking life.
And somewhere in the mix, when I’m still euphoric, I feel her pussy clamp around me, and I realize that she’s coming right along with me for the ride.
Even when I’m spent, I keep my fingers moving against her clit until she’s through, and she collapses forward, breathless, onto the bed.
A moment later, I reach down and slide out of her.
I keep close, leaning over her, trailing kisses between her shoulder blades, shifting her hair so I can press my lips to her temple. We’re skin to skin, each recovering from our respective releases, skin moist with sweat.
‘Are you all right?’ I breathe.
She shifts and I move back. She kneels up and I wrap my arms around her waist. Only she turns into me, our bodies pressed together, her tits pressed against my chest. I hold her close and we’re kissing again, and once more, the intimacy of the moment takes me by surprise, because I didn’t think I could feel any more deeply for this girl that I already do, but I know now that I can.
She owns me. I’d do anything for her.
Hollie pulls back. Searches my face, then lets out a sigh. ‘That was—’
‘I know,’ I say back, running my fingers down the length of her spine, moisture pooled in the hollow just above her butt. ‘I know. It’s never been that way. With anyone. I’m happy that…’
‘That what?’
‘That you’re mine.’
We lean into one another, smiling, like admitting this stuff is embarrassing or something. But it’s good. We’re good. We’re solid. And our sex is quite frankly mind-blowing.
‘I’m glad too,’ she answers, but then a giggle escapes her lips. ‘I might start arguments with you more often,’ she says.
‘How about tomorrow? Maybe the day after that, too?’
‘So long as we do this after.’
I grin down at her. Plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. Because I’m all in. Sign me the fuck up.
‘Always,’ I say, because I know it in my heart.
I’m never gonna want anybody else.