Page 6 of Oblivion

“Because, I have to.” Each word is ripped from my soul, but I have to say them. I can’t let this give either of us hope.

“Why?” She steps closer as she asks me a question that I’m not sure I can answer. Can I tell her it’s because I’m worried I’ll hurt her? That I’m terrified I’ll become the thing that I’m most scared of. That she’ll become an obsession that I’d be willing to obliterate if it meant she was mine.

When a single tear slips from her eye and rolls down her cheek, something shatters inside of me, and before I even realizeI’ve moved, she’s in my arms, my tongue in her mouth while my rock-hard dick strains to get inside of her.

Her perfect, lithe body molds to mine as I wrap myself around her, getting as close as I can get without being inside of her. But I want that. I want to touch her, claim her, devour her. If this is my last moment on earth, then I’ll die a happy man, knowing that with her in my arms I’ve felt true peace and happiness.

I don’t know how long our kiss lasts. It could be a second, it could be a year. Perfection like this isn’t measured in the same way as the mundane moments when I’m not joined with her.

I’m not sure when or how, but my hand finds its way up her skirt, my fingers pushing her wet panties to the side until I can touch her. Her low moan of pleasure fills my mouth as I push two fingers into her heat, wishing it was my dick, but knowing that it doesn’t matter what part of me touches her, that it’ll still be utter perfection.

“Evan,” she whines, pushing herself closer to me, begging for more, even as I finger her cunt, her wetness trickling over my knuckles.

“Come for me. Let me hear you,” I growl.

“I can’t. I’ve never,” she whispers, her voice catching as my finger finds her G-spot, massaging until her eyes roll back.

“You will. You can,” I rasp, scraping my teeth over her jaw as her body tightens, poised for release.

When she comes, I wish the moment would run on repeat for the rest of eternity. It doesn’t matter that my dick is so hard I’m seconds away from blowing my load in my pants. It doesn’t matter that she’s not mine and never can be. All that matters is that in this instant in time, she’s perfectly and blissfully happy, and I gave her that.

Scanning her face, I watch the pleasure start to fade. I hate it, but no matter how much I want it to, time doesn’t just stop.

Blinking slowly, a wide smile curls the corners of her mouth. “That was…” She trails off, like she can’t come up with a word to describe it.

I don’t want to, but I slip my fingers free of her heat, bringing them to my lips and sucking her taste from my skin.

“How do I taste?” she asks, shyly.

“Like everything,” I confess.

I know I should, but I don’t stop her as she lowers herself to her knees. I don’t tell her no when she unfastens my pants and pulls my dick free. I don’t tell her to stop when she wraps her lips around my cock and sucks everything good from my body. I don’t refuse when she tells me to come on her chest. I don’t stop myself from coating her full tits then moving upward to brand her lips and chin with my cum as well. Then I don’t feel even an ounce of remorse as I pull my cell from my pocket and take a picture of her covered and owned and claimed in my release.

Worse still, I don’t stop myself from pulling her into her bed and holding her in my arms while she falls asleep.

But when I slip away from her as the sun is starting to rise in the sky, I know that leaving her is far worse than all of my other sins combined.

PART 2

THE MIDDLE

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5

SAMMY

Ihate him. I really, really hate him.

Well, I’d hate him if I could.

But I’m really, really angry at him.

It’s been weeks since we went to that party in the woods, got drunk, and ended up making out and…doing other stuff. I don’t remember everything, but I know I fell asleep in his arms and woke up alone.

God, I want to hate him so badly, and I hate that it’s not hate I feel when I look at him. It’s hurt.

We kissed, and we talked about the connection we share. He climbed into my bed, and I fell asleep feeling his heart beating beneath my cheek. But I woke up hungover, fully dressed, and cold because he wasn’t there. Because he left.

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