Page 98 of No Place Like Home

And he did this as his thumb removed the bit of cum that had leaked out. Why was this mortifying, and why was my heart about to burst out of my chest? He pushed his thumb into my mouth, and I sucked.

“Come with me,” he said, catching me off guard.

“You came already. Too late for that,” I joked, feeling lighter since getting here.

He smiled, and it was soft. He reached for my hair and wrapped his finger around some tendrils.

“Come with me when I leave,” he specified.

This made me sit up immediately.

“Where are you going?”

That dreadful feeling I had earlier came back, but this time so much worse.

“I have to go back—“

I couldn’t breathe anymore.

He was leaving. Of course he was. That was always his game plan.

“When?” I managed to choke the words out.

“In two days. Come with me,” he repeated.

“I can’t.”

He didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“You can’t, or you won’t?” His tone was low, almost sounding…angry?

I didn’t reply. Where would I go? What would I do?

“I’m offering a chance to start over,” his tone was condescending.

This time I got up and looked at him, baffled.

“Start over from what? I’m fine here,” I spat.

He got up with me. The top button of his pants was still undone with the zipper down, but the mood was all gone.

“You’re not fine,” he added, making me angry.

I remembered the call, and I felt like all my boxes were collapsing on me.

“You don’t know me. Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean you know what’s going on!”

Those green eyes went icy.

“It’s not just fucking anymore, and you know that,” he gritted out.

I needed to get out of here.

“We had a deal.” I begged for him to drop it.

“And that deal ended when you started to beg for my dick.”

“I wasn’t begging,” I seethed, trying to get away from here. Coming had been a mistake.

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