Page 122 of The Breaking Pointe
It’ssomethingmuchmore.Hefeelsit,andsodoI. “Fuck, here it comes…” he groans, pressing our foreheads
together as he pulls his hips away from me, stealing his long shaft from inside of me.He leans up as one hand runs up and down his length in jerky movements, while the other hand fills me, finishing me off as I come around his fingers. Kissing him, I’m met with his moans. I can feel his muscles tense all over, his hips jolting back as he continues to cum all over me, allowing me to feel the last waves of my orgasm. The feeling of fire and ecstasy drown me in a pleasure I don’t think I can say has ever been familiar to me until lookingat him.Somehow he makes everything I have ever known before seem like one big facade. It couldn’t be real. He can’t be real.
Pulling his fingers out of me, his body finally finds itself limp, falling next to me on his back. I steal his now free hand and interlock our fingers as I roll over to face him.
With eyes closed and uncontrolled breaths, he squeezes my hand, pulling it to his chest for me to feel his rapidly beating heart. His chest raises with each breath, getting my attention on his naked body. My attention is wanting to go somewhere else.
So I let it.
Gazing down his stomach, I lick my lips at the sight of his dick. Still so hard.
Tiptoeing my fingers down his stomach, I place each finger around it, met with the soaking wetness I left him with.
“I can still feel you inside me,” I coo, kissing his stomach as I move my firmly wrapped hand around his length, up and down.With a light gasp, he opens his eyes to peek at what I’m doing, almost panicking.
“Oh—wait, wait, wait…” He reaches down, clawing his fingers at the sight, but giving up his fight as he throws his head back instead.
My cheeks rise into a chirpy grin, watching him react to my touch. Barely touching my hand, he props himself up on one elbow, and reaches for my hand again.
“You don’t want me to?”I ask, giving him my best doe eyes as I keep on stroking him.
His eyes close again as he bites back his moan.“I got liquor dick so bad…it’s sensitive.”
I rest my chin on his chest, watching him with a quiet giggle. “Sweetheart…” he mumbles, now successfully taking my hand and stopping me.
Once he can get my hand away, his upper body shoots up from the bed, paired with a look of horror on his face.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, now sitting up with him. Rather than answering, the back of his hand blocks his
mouth and he flies from the bed, running to the bathroom. Enough said. I predicted it.
I run after him, listening to the violent, gunfire-like vomit from the pit of his stomach, filling the toilet.Then the sound of him wincing and coughing isn’t far behind.I get to him, just in time to rub his back as he drops to the floor, hugging onto the toilet seat.I push his hair back from his face, holding each curl from his view, so that he can empty himself of the poison that is alcohol.
“I’msorry,honey,”hegroans.
I kiss his back, listening to him gurgle up one more load before groaning and sitting all the way down on the floor.
“Don’t be,” I say, sitting on my knees and facing him.
Glancing up, I reach for a hand towel above his head and pull it down to clean his face. It’s now lathered in sweat, and his mouth is accompanied by bits of puke.I take another hand towel and wipe my stomach of his cum, cleaning myself up.
“You need to lay down, that’s all.We maybe shouldn’t have…you know,” I quietly admit.
“No—I don’t regret that.” He breathes heavily, leaning his back against the wall.
I laugh quietly, softly dabbing and wiping his mouth. “I’mnotbeingagoodboyfriend,”hesays,simpleand
plainly,asifnonegotiationistobemade.
How could he even think like that?I’m the luckiest girlin the world right now.He’s probably not thinking.Or he thinks about that statement more than I considered.
“What?” I stop my hand movements and slowly rest my hand on his.“No, don’t you say that, Colton,” I press, shaking my head.
His eyes are tired and sickly looking as he lowers his head. “You were having fun.I don’t ever see you have fun like that, Cole.Not recently, at least.You’re allowed to do that.”I scoot closer, taking his hands.
“Too much fun,” he says, grasping his stomach. “Sometimes, you need to have too much fun.”I kiss his
head, starting to shiver from being on the cold floor.
