Page 20 of Never To Forever

Fuck, she’s so soft. So lush. I could get addicted to the taste of her. She returns my kiss eagerly, clinging to me so sweetly that I can’t stop my imagination from running wild, and now I’m picturing her on her knees, gazing up at me with those big eyes and this sweet mouth parted and ready for what I have to give her.

“Garrett,” she suddenly murmurs, her tone low and needy.

The sound of my name—the one only she calls me—snaps me back to reality. Damn it… what am I doing? I can’t be like this with her. I can’t cross this line.

“...take care of my girls…”

Mom’s voice rings through my head and guilt slams through me. I break the kiss and quickly step away from her, pulling myself out of her arms. I’m dizzy and my head is throbbing, but it’s not just my concussion punishing me. It’s my shame as well. She looks startled and frowns up at me, confusion mixing in with the lingering heat in her eyes.

“Garrett… what?” She’s panting, looking beautiful all flustered.

“Sorry, I have to go,” I mumble, turning and grabbing my stuff, thankful no one was around to see what had just happened. “I’ll see you later.”

She stares after me, her jaw dropped, as I hurry away from her.

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Fucking damn it! Why did I do that? Why did I kiss her?

Laying in bed later that night, I stare up at my ceiling, unable to sleep as I replay my kiss with Marie repeatedly. It was such a mistake, and now that I’ve had a taste of her, my body is demanding more. Even now, my cock is rock hard as I remember the feel of her curves in my hands and her tongue sweeping across my lips.

What would have happened if we hadn’t stopped? If I hadn’t pulled away, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to stop myself. My mind latches onto this thought and runs with it. I imagine that I’m kissing her still, but instead of breaking from her and running away, I turn her around and press her against the desk. She moans and tilts her head back, and I run my lips down her throat. I slide my hands up the front of her shirt and cup her breasts.

“We shouldn’t do this here,”she whimpers, but she doesn’t sound like she objects to this at all.

“I can’t wait,”I growl, and in my head, we’re totally alone. There’s no one else anywhere in the library, and I’m no longer confined in a sling.“Nobody else is here. I want you. Now.”

Shit, I can’t resist. I shove my good hand into my boxer shorts and grip my cock. As my fantasy continues to play out in my head, I stroke my shaft hard and fast.

“Let me make you feel good,”she purrs, slipping off the desk and lowering herself to her knees in front of me.

Holding my gaze, she unzips my pants and pulls my cock free. With a sultry grin, she licks me from base to tip. Pleasure shoots through me like lightning. I arch my hips off my bed, wishing she was really here, wrapping those plump lips around the head of my cock and sliding down, taking me deep into her mouth.

“You’re so sexy,”I hiss. “This feels so good.”

She hums around me, and I shudder, squeezing my shaft tighter, matching my strokes to the rhythm of her head, imagining her bobbing up and down, sucking me so perfectly. I want more. I want her. This fantasy isn’t enough. Grabbing her head, I start thrusting and she takes me with no trouble. It’s good… so, so good. My orgasm builds within me. It twists into a tight ball deep inside my belly.

“Marie,” I groan out loud, keeping my eyes squeezed shut so I don’t lose the image of her sucking me. “Fuck… Marie!”

“You’ve wanted this for such a long time, haven’t you?”

I have—God, I want her.

“You know I want you too, Garrett. You don’t need to resist me anymore.”

I won’t. I won’t resist you. I can’t, Marie… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.

“I want you to come for me, Garrett Please.”

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I want that. Open your mouth, Marie. Take me, baby. This is all for you.

She flashes me an eager smile and the hunger in her eyes is just what I need to push me over the edge.

Throwing my head back, I let out a long, guttural groan as my orgasm slams through me. My body jerks and spasms and it just goes on and on. When the waves have passed and I’m left breathless, barely satisfied and back in reality, the guilt rushes back in. Stabbing my hands into my hair, I moan in frustration and anger at myself.

I’m such a son of a bitch.

I need to get a hold of myself. Disgust rolls through me for giving into my baser desires when I’m usually in more control than this.

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