Page 51 of The Comeback

“What do you need, Fab. Anything.”

“You. I need you inside.” I let out a dark chuckle. As if I’d say no to that.

My hands tighten on her hips as I lift her up and the loss of her warmth even temporarily is agony. One hand slides forward to notch me at her slit, and I push in slow and sweet wanting the moment to last forever.

Her head swings back to look at me. “Too slow.” Hands come back to my shoulders as she sinks down in one swift plunge that has me my hips pressed against hers, sealed tight, joining us.

“Fuuuuuck.” I’m going to lose my mind.

She’s riding me fast and hard now like a dirty cowgirl. I lift my hips in time with hers. She drags my fingers back between her thighs, and I fall back into the rhythm she taught me. The one that’s going to get her there.

“Oh, yes. Fuck, yes. Keep going.” As if I’d ever stop.

Pressure is building in my lower back as she clenches around me, and I grit my teeth to keep myself in check. She comes first.

Her breast is soft around my squeezing hand and she’s getting wetter and wetter down below, sliding easily over my length.

The rhythm picks up as if we’re reaching the crescendo of an epic symphony, and then. “Bastian!” She calls out so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if they can her here all the way at the college.

Her pussy clenches on me in a tight squeeze and I let myself go. Pleasure rips through me, tearing me apart and rebuilding me all at the same time. My vision goes dark as I shoot inside her. Her walls continue to flutter around me, milking every last drop out of me as I groan.

Our foreheads clash together when she drops down, bodies slick with sweaty, breath panting into each others mouths as we share a wild kiss. Hot, wet, tingles everywhere. Tongues sliding along each other. It’s like we need to capture each others taste and feel and imprint it in our memories.

It’s like a goodbye.

But no. She can’t leave now. Not after that. It’s just my brain messing with me. Convincing me I’m not worthy of her, of this. I’m not, but I’m selfish. I want it. I want her. Forever.

She rolls to the side, and I don’t want to leave. I want to stay wrapped in her arms, but I should clean up. I drag myself up to go clean up.

When I get back there she’s sitting up, leaning down to collect her dress. She brushes me away, taking the damp cloth to clean herself up

Cold fear grips me when she lifts her arms over her head to drop the dress. All that beautiful naked skin, the curves and dips, and warmth is gone, and she’s standing up. As if she’s going to leave.

The passion is gone from her eyes. She looks satisfied but there’s also a determined set to her shoulders.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” No. No, no, no, no. She’s calling me by my full name again, getting up, walking toward the door. Also, thank you? What’s that all about?

“Don’t leave.” I plead with her, wanting to reach out, but fearing the reception I’ll get.

“I have to.” She dips her head to the left, sex mussed hair shadowing her face. “We got there. The class is almost over. You’ll get your grade, and I’m doing much better. I can handle the singing. That was the deal. Help each other out and move on. Right?”

“But what if...” my sex hazed brain won’t form the words I know I need to say. Anything to keep her here. “What if I want..”

“What, Sebastian?”

There it is again. My full name. “I want something...” I rip at my hair, frustrated with my inability to form words. “More.”

She doesn’t even look at me. Why won’t she look at me? “I’ve gotta go. I’ve got work to do.”

My legs get tangle din the sheets when I try to get up to chase after her. The door clicks behind her by the time I’ve struggled to my feet, and I got rushing out of my room.

Beau’s coming up the stairs as I burst out my door.

“Dude. Put some fucking clothes on. This isn’t a clothing optional house.”

Right, clothes. I grab a shirt hopping as I drag on the shorts.

But she’s gone. By the time I get downstairs she’s gone. And I know this time it’s for good. I’m not getting her back. Was she playing me? Was this a game for her? Well deserved revenge for what I did to her in high school? No. She wouldn’t do that. She’s not like that. She’s not like me.

---