Page 1 of Last Summer
Prologue
YOU
JONATHAN
Her nails dig into my neck, my fingers digging into her hips as I guide her. Danica’s pussy grinding against me while she moans my name, as if it means something, is the highest high I’ll ever experience. We broke up over Spring Break, but here we are slipping back into our toxic cycle.
We break up.
We make up.
Fuck!The way Danica fucks me is almost like she’s trying to forget. And I pretend like it isn’t me that she wants to forget. Our friends are still back at the cabin getting ready to head out after our summer holiday in the mountains, while I fuck the lights out the girl that I can’t seem to quit. A high I can never seem to get enough of. I wish things were different, but I'm too deep in pills and my own family shit. But not Danica, she is my one good thing. She has a world full of light ahead of her, and maybe one day I can stop pulling her into my darkness. Maybe one day I’ll let her be free.
But today is not that day.
My mouth closes around her nipple, swirling my tongue over the sensitive bud as her walls clench around my length.
So tight.
So perfect.
Somine.
“I love you,” she whispers as I continue to guide her through her climax. I want to say it back. Really, I fucking do. But I stop myself. It’s better this way. This way it hurts less when the inevitable happens. I am a fuck up who doesn’t deserve a girl like her, and soon, she’ll leave me behind.
Shit, maybe I’d even welcome it. She deserves to head off to college at the end of the summer without me weighing her down. She doesn’t belong stuck here, rotting away with me. There’s too many bodies buried in my metaphorical backyard for a good girl like Danica.I know I should let her go. And yet, I can’t stop looking for her—I even followed her to the fucking woods this week to win her back. And I hate the woods. They always remind me of the scary movies my sister forces me to watch. Nothing good comes from drunk people in the woods.
Nothing good comes from my twin sister either.
Danica throws her head back, ripping her nipple from my mouth.
“Fuck. D. I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum. Is that what you want?”
She shatters around my cock. Her pussy pulses as she shrieks, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I groan as I watch her perky tits bounce under the moonlight, and just like that, I’m filling her up with my own release. I continue to thrust up into her until I’m spent.
“You’ll need to get a Plan B,” I mutter as I pull her towards me, breathing her in. Her scent fills my senses with a toxic concoction of lust and regret.
A throaty chuckle escapes her lips. “This is the last time, Jonathan,” she says, letting the words hang between us.
Of course it is.
So was the last time.
And the time before that.
But I’ll let her think this is the last time. I’ll let her believe that she’s in control. That I’m just her fun little fling.
“Sure, then let’s get out of here,” I say to her.
She slaps my shoulder. I pick her up, sliding out of her warmth. I watch as our combined juices drip onto my lap. Danica slides into the passenger seat and smooths out her skirt as I tuck myself back into my jeans and open the door.
“You drive,” I say before putting a cigarette between my lips and raking my hand through my hair. My phone dings inside the pocket of my jacket that had ended up discarded on the floor of the car. Crouching down and reaching into the pocket, I grab my phone.
BD: Can’t wait to see you.
I smirk before typing a message in return and hitting send.
Me: See you in the morning.
