“Because someone convinced you it was wrong, right?”
I don’t say anything, I just cast my eyes down at the water.
“Does it feel wrong?” He lifts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his eyes again.
“No. No, it feels . . .” I suck in a breath and my skin squeezes tightly around my bones.
“Tell me.”
“I . . .” I suck my bottom lip, rubbing the skin raw with my teeth and try speaking again. “It feels so right. Like a hole that’s always existed inside me is finally being filled.” But that’s onlyone thing I’ve been carrying around most of my life. What will help repair the second one that I didn’t really take notice of until only a few years ago?
“Do I feel right to you?” He traces the outline of my jaw with his fingers, feathering his lips over mine, and I quiver all over.
“Yes.”
“How about now?” He traces the seam of my lips with his tongue and I nod, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth.
“And now?” He presses his body to mine, taking his cock out to rub us together.
I whimper before saying, “Yes,” between clenched teeth. “Nothing has ever felt better.”
“I bet I could change your mind on that.”
My throat constricts, my eyes locking on his as my ears prepare themselves to hear what he’s about to propose.
His hot breath tickles my ear as his lips brush over the tip, and he whispers, “Let me take you upstairs and show you. Let me fill that sweet, hungry hole of yours the way it deserves to be filled. Let me do it the right way, and then you’ll see how much better it can be.”
“Okay,” I say, and that’s all it takes for him to carry me to the steps and haul me out of the pool to his bed, not caring about the water seeping into the cracks of his wooden floor or soaking his carpet. He helps me out of my clothes and gently lays me on the mattress, caring more about me than his expensive bedding I’m ruining, and that’s all it takes for me to no longer try to stop him.
Eleven
Hayden
He almost wanted to leave, and I knew what I had to do to make him stay. I needed to show him that he was safe with me. That he could let go here and be free. For a moment, l was sad that he didn’t have that anywhere else, but it also made it easier for me to make what I have to offer more appealing. Even if I’m not the good person I’m pretending to be. Stepping stones and all that.
But I did mean what I said about wanting to always make him feel good. That way when he sees my flaws, they won’t stand out as much. The skeletons in my closest will come flying out, but he’ll be blindsided by them because of how good everything is between us. Because of what I can give him with my hands, cock, wonderful listening skills, and camera. Because of the true starI can make him. He’ll have zero limitations and won’t have to worry about anyone holding him back anymore while continuing to live a lie.
He spreads out in front of me, his skin flushed and freckles leading me to heaven. Drops of water glisten on his skin, and the sun coming through the window leaves a golden hue behind. He’s like a rainstorm and sunshine all wrapped up in one.
He looks up at me, and I crawl over him. We’re both naked and my cock slides over his, my fatter head pushing precum from him. You wouldn’t have guessed he’d come only minutes ago with how eager his body is. He had one side taken care of but needs the other side taken care of too.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, taking one of his nipples between my teeth and making it pebble in my mouth.
His body writhes between me and the bed, the same as it did for me when I snuck into his trailer while he was sleeping. He needs me now as much as he did then, his body reaching out when it thinks I’m pulling away. I lift my face and kiss his plump, pink lips. “So, so beautiful.”
“Please,” he says, his skin growing warmer against mine.
“Patience, my little star. All good things come to those who wait.”
“Fuck waiting. You made me promises downstairs and you need to fulfill them.”
I laugh and press a kiss to his chin, then I lick my way inside his mouth, our tongues tangling before I pull away, making his lips follow mine. “Stop being a tease already.”
“Only trying to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
“I . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gasps, eyes half-lidded.
“Sure you do. You said you were going to glaze my pop tart in your trailer, and then you changed your mind after getting meall hot and bothered with all that arm rubbing while you were running alongside me.”