“I know, baby. Just let it go.”
I buck my hips at his command, gasping when TJ increases the speed of his rubbing, and my stomach clenches. He pinches my clit at the same time I come wildly, and I can’t quiet my own moans, barely able to hold myself up as he drives his cock faster inside me.
“Fuck, Lace, I’m going to blow.”
He starts to spasm, the look on his face nearly as satisfying as the massive orgasm I just had, and kisses me as he spills inside me, pumping his hips until he’s given me every last drop.
He never separates from me as he comes, still owning my mouth like the world-class kisser that he is, and I’m grateful he doesn’t see the anguish on my face.
I cup his face to ensure he won’t pull away and realize that I’m broken inside.
Not because of what just happened, but because of how much it’ll hurt when he inevitably walks away.
I’m in love with him. Being with him is an absolute dream.
And I’m petrified.
Because a dream as beautiful as this can only end in one way…
With a harsh, brutal, and soul-crushing awakening.
Lacey
TJ
Morning beautiful. Did you sleep well?
Ismile at TJ’s message, my stomach doing cartwheels when I realize the past few days were, in fact,nota product of my imagination. We really went to Chance’s lake house this weekend, and TJ really asked me to be his girlfriend in the hot tub.
Images of TJ’s surprise picnic in the woods come rushing back, memories of our interlaced bodies sending my heart into a frenzy.
Six hours alone together apparently weren’t enough because we met up with our group a half hour late. We’d been busy enjoying our picnic—and each other—and lost track of time. A few more minutes and our friends were leaving without us.
I don’t waste a second and text him back.
Lacey
Good morning baby! I slept okay, you?
He replies immediately.
TJ
Fine. Would’ve slept better with you in my bed.
Lacey
Same. But I’ll see you at Theo’s party tonight?
TJ
I wouldn’t miss it.
A few minutes elapse before he follows up.
TJ
Don’t forget your swimsuit. The guys went all out on this beach destination shit.