Page 77 of Those Heartbreak Scars

America

After our shower, he picks me up and carries me to his bed. He’s back between my thighs before I can catch my breath. The man likes his pussy, but that’s all right, because I love the way his lips feel on my skin.

I love the way he looks at me while he eats me. The way he plays with the metal pierced through my nipple as he drives his tongue inside me again and again. The vibration of his deep growly voice as he calls me his dirty sweet girl.

Covered in sweat, I crash back to earth as he lays beside me. His palm splays across my belly. Everything about him that screams overprotective and possessive is also what makes me feel safe. And taken care of.

His eyelids flutter closed on those blues I love staring into so much. All the things my best friend didn’t love about him are the things that I can’t bear the idea of living without. But I bite my tongue on my feelings as always. Because my feelings have always been too much and definitely too soon.

“What are you thinking?” he murmurs.

“Nothing.” He knows I have feelings, but not the depths of them. And I am not ready to freak him out.

“You’re always thinking something.” His lips curve up.

I love his smile. It used to quietly light up my chest. Now that bliss is because of me and I am the glowworm of happiness. Crawling over him, I kiss his curved mouth. Slither down his body. “I’m thinking I want to blow you.”

“Hang on.” He shoves himself up on his elbows. “I don’t want to miss the view.”

Ass in the air, I settle between his thighs and bring my mouth level with his cock. His eyes widen when I grab the base of it and stick my tongue out to taste the pre cum shining on top. He groans when I wrap my lips around him.

Stroking the shaft, I lick and suck the satiny head.

“Fuck.” He groans as he thrusts into my mouth.

He tries to keep his thrusts shallow, but I want him undone. I massage his balls as I suck. Then move my fingers to the sensitive area between them and his ass.

“Holy… fucking… hell.” He grows harder if that’s possible. Pushes to the back of my throat. His fingers curl around the sheet. “Rica, God.”

I smile and hum around him. I like that I’m capable of testing his control. I move my fingers lower until they push against his asshole.

The strangled, incoherent noises that come out of him while he fucks my mouth have my thighs slick. I can’t get enough of him.

He pumps streamers of salty cum on my tongue, and I swallow them down while he watches me.

He groans. “That’s fucking sexy.”

I barely have time to grin and wipe the corners of my mouth before I’m flat on my back. He nudges my legs apart with his hand and then settles two fingers inside me.

He doesn’t pump them, just leaves them inside me so that I know he’s claiming my pussy as his. A fresh hit of arousal burns through me. I clench around him.

He growls and kisses my cheek. “If I wasn’t so deflated I would fuck you right now. I seriously don’t think you could turn me on any harder than you just did. As soon as I can, I’ll be inside you. I plan on staying here…” he flexes the two digits buried inside me, “…all night.”

All night… the last time we attempted that everything went to hell. He hadn’t been able to sleep, and then he’d asked me to lie to Everett. And I would be lying if I wasn’t a little nervous about finally sleeping over.

A phone’s muffled ring starts somewhere in the room. Actually, it’s mine and it’s in my bag which is under Gray’s jacket that I was wearing earlier.

He removes his hand from between my legs so that I can fetch it. It’s my parents. I swallow around the clog in my throat as I answer. “Hey.”

“What’s this about you withdrawing from school?” My father’s bewildered voice makes me want to curl up in a ball. “I got an email—”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.” I perch on the edge of the mattress while I pick my words. My parents don’t need to know everything. They don’t need a blow-by-blow about why I reported my professor.

“Was this an impulsive decision, America?” He asks in that tone which tells me he doesn’t understand how I can be so responsible in some areas of my life and a complete trainwreck in others.

He loves me, but he doesn’t get me. He’s always taken his time to weigh all the information that goes into a decision. My quitting school no doubt seems like it’s come out of nowhere. Especially since I didn’t tell him myself like I should have. But I knew he’d be disappointed, and I didn’t want to have to lie tohim about Alfie. Because that’s not the type of thing I could ever unload on my parents.

“I just couldn’t keep up with my studies and lectures after Indy got sick. I haven’t caught up. And I’ve been thinking that my time might be better spent elsewhere.”

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