Page 18 of Love Defies Us

“I’m not yours.”

“You are until the first week of June. And after this is over with, you will remember me as the guy that popped your cherry. The guy that fucked you good. And every time your sweet little cunt is getting fucked by someone else, you will be comparing them to me. You will realize that they won’t measure up to me. It’s me you’ll be thinking about while he fucks you. It’s me you’ll think about when you touch yourself.”

My cheeks burn and my pussy throbs at his words. I don’t think I will ever forget Felix. He’s my first lover. “Why would you want me to keep thinking about you forever?”

“I want you mentally, since I can’t have you physically forever.”

His words steal the breath out of me and melts my heart into a pulp. I avert my eyes to the gray carpet.

“I’ll be right back.” My tone is uneven and soft. Softer than I ever speak. What is Felix doing to me? We both know that we won’t be together in the end. But I would do this fling with him again. Even if I know how this will end. Even if my heart is on the line.

I disappear from the bedroom and knock on Jasper’s bedroom door. When he doesn’t answer, I turn the knob and he’s splayed out on the bed with nothing on. His round ass cheeks are facing the air. Thank God, he’s facing the mattress because I don’t want to get a peek show of his dick. I forgot that he sleeps naked. I go to his walk-in closet and grab the boxers from a box that says “extra shit” and close the door behind me. By the time I make it to my room, I hear the shower and I place the packet of underwear on the white marble counter. Then I head to the bedroom, grab all his clothes, and dump them in the washing machine. I go back to the bathroom and watch him shower. I watch him take my Dove soap and squirt it on his hand and scrub his marble chest, then his abs, then he strokes his dick a few times hard. My core tingles and my breasts are heavy—veryheavy.

Once he’s finished washing his delicious body, he turns the knob, cutting the water off. He steps out, water dripping from him, wetting the white tile floor. His dick is still hard and I glance up. My breath is labored. The look on his face tells me that he’s about to feast on me like I’m his favorite meal.

“Sit on the counter, remove your panties, and spreads your legs.” His tone is husky and hotter than a stove. I do what he says as I slide my panties off and toss them to the hamper next to the door. I sit on the counter and spread my legs as wide as I can. He stalks slowly towards me with a smirk on his face. He gets on his knees, hooks his arms over my thighs, and his warm tongue greets my clits. I moan softly. Then he picks me up as he makes out with my lips, and my body shakes. I grab a fistful of his hair. He removes his lips and I whimper.

“Is that good?” His lips are glistening with my wetness, and he carries to my bed, throwing me on it.

“Shut up and finish licking me.” I push his head down and he barely moves and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.

“What have I told you about that bossy attitude?” he tsks.

Felix pounces on me, and before I know it, he thrusts inside me without a condom.

With. Out. A. Condom.

I inhale sharply.

It feels raw and edgy. And so, so, so, bare. He feels so much better without a condom. Pleasure ripples through me like a desert storm. He yanks my hair hard and kisses my forehead, then my neck, then my breast. Never ever my mouth.

“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing the life out of my dick,” he whispers against my ear.

“No, your junk is too big. It doesn’t make any sense for it to feel like you’re poking holes in my gut,” I say between breaths.

“You’re on birth control?”

I nod. I grab his ass cheeks and squeeze hard, digging my nails into his flesh.

“Good, I’ll empty out inside of you,” he says. “Fuck, Sadie. Shit.”

Then I moan loud and hopefully I don’t wake up Jasper. He thrusts harder, harder, harder.

“F-Felix, I’m coming.” He doesn’t respond but rests his forehead on mine.

Several moments later, he throbs, and he shoot his hot cum inside of me. He rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, and I lie my head on his chest, listening to his ragged breath.

This is too personal.

This is too nice.

This is too warm

And most of all, this is too intimate.

We’re swimming in dangerous water and slowly I’ll be drowning in Felix.

And if I don’t stop this fling, then my heart is going to drown until its last breath.

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