Page 93 of Never Tear Us Apart

Did I ease the build-up from the blue balls she left me with earlier? Yes. But does my dick get hard at the idea of going another round with her? Fuck yes.

She takes another step toward me and a powerful need to consume her rears its head. I study her, trying to sense where she is right now.

I know she’s reeling from earlier, and still hurt by what I did two years ago. Forgiveness will take time, I’m sure. But fuck…weren’t we almost there?

Maybe that’s what she needs right now. The truth. One confession so she knows the world is not all a lie.

“You and I were real, Ellery. We were the most real thing in my life.”

Her lips part and her eyes flicker with emotion.

“Which is why I never should have left you that summer.” I reach out to stroke her cheek and she freezes. “I should have given you, given us, the ending we deserved. But I didn’t. I took the easy way out. I was a coward, and you have no idea how much I hate myself for that.”

Her lip trembles as her eyes fill with tears, but I don’t stop. I tell her everything I should have that night. Every goddamn emotion I buried and tried to erase so she knows we were true. All of it.

“I wanted you, Ellery. God knows I did. Shit, I still want you. But I had to make a choice. Only, with each day that passed, my world grew darker and colder, and I knew I made the wrong one. I just didn’t think…”

“That I was worth it?” she asks, sending a tear rolling down her cheek.

“No baby.” I cup her cheek and wipe away the tear with my thumb. “You were worth everything. But you were sixteen and the last thing you needed was a boyfriend that was focused on his dream. You deserved to be the dream. So I did what I thought was best for both of us.”

“And now?” She draws in a staggering breath. “Do you still think it was for the best?”

“Now…” I rub my thumb over her lower lip. “All the reasons we can’t be together are still there. But honestly, I don’t know if it was for the best because I still want you, no matter how hard I try to deny it.”

She chews her lip nervously, studying me with wide, haunted eyes. “So you don’t regret us?”

I brush her hair back, something about her vulnerability right now achingly beautiful. “You were the unexpected, Ellery. You were the most special thing in my life, and it wrecked me to let you go. It wrecked me to letusgo because together we were magic. Shit, we were more magical than even the stars. DoI regret us? Hell no. Not a single second of us do I regret.”

She stares at me, eyes searching mine—perhaps looking beyond my words to what she thinks may be the real truth. But she won’t find more than what I’ve already shared. I laid my heart bare, and all she has to do is believe me.

A drop from the shower hits the drain, echoing along the walls of the shower and through the space between us, and for a moment, I wonder if I’ve given her too much truth to handle. But when she lowers one knee in front of me, and then the other, I know it’s what she’s been waiting to hear.

Dropping the towel, I grip her chin, and look deep into her eyes. “We can dance this dance all we want but if there is anything you need to know, it is this—we could never kiss, never touch again, and it would be enough if only I had your forgiveness.”

She stares at me for a moment, beautiful eyes full of something I can’t make out, and when she wraps a hand around the base of my cock and leans in, I pull back. “We don’t have to—”

The rest of my words are cut off when she wraps her lips around my dick and looks up at me, swirling her tongue around the tip, eyes locked on mine.

“Fuck,” I puff out, my head falling back at the sweet ecstasy of feeling her mouth on me again.

She swirls her tongue around and around for a moment, then hollows her cheeks and moves her mouth slowly down my shaft. Watching her lips stretch to take my girth stirs a carnal craving.

With one hand on her head and the other on her neck, I massage the muscles in her throat. “Easy,” I coax as she takes more of me. “Take your time.”

When her lips hit the base of my shaft, I can’t help but groan and grab her head with both hands, as the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat.

She still sucks dick like a pro. Still knows exactly how to bring me to my knees. And seeing her kneeling with her throat bulging with my cock, eyes full of fire and intent, I know what she wants. She wants me to shatter. She wants to watch as she brings me to my knees.

With one hand on the back of her head, and the other on her chin, her tongue flutters against the underside of my shaft and my body jerks. “Do you want that, baby?” I rasp. “Do you want to see what you do to me?”

Her eyes widen as tears prick the corners. Even with her cheeks flushed and saliva dripping from the side of her mouth, she’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to give her everything. I want to give her all of me.

Gripping her head with both hands again, I flick my hips harder, fucking her mouth with raw intensity, and when I feel the head of my cock swell, I fist her hair with both hands.

“I’m going to come,” I warn as my balls inch up and breathing grows ragged.

She grabs my ass with both hands and sucks harder, as if doubling-down on my warning. But I won’t do this. I can’t. Not if she hasn’t forgiven me.

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