Page 32 of Secrets That Bind Us
God, I fucking want that.
Not with anyone else, though.
I only want kids if they're gonna come from her.
I catch her walking home one day just as it starts to rain, and I pull over. She tells me to drive off, but I don’t. I remind her it’s another five miles to her house. To “ just get in the fucking truck.” She doesn’t. So obviously I had to hold up traffic until cars behind me started honking excessively. She gets in with an aggravated huff. And when she does, I drive us past her house and pull over in the empty cemetery, attacking her with my lips. I get the front of her shirt down, so happy she’s been wearing all these girly skirts and dresses lately. I’ll miss them when it starts getting colder and she starts wearing jeans again. I lavish her glorious nipples with my tongue, licking up the raindrops on her warm skin. I’m worshiping. Sucking like they could feed me.
And one day, they will.
I’ll put all my babies in her.
Fuck.
“Break up with him.” I grunt, when I pull my dick out beside her. She wraps her fingers around my girth. Confident as she is, she’s still a little clumsy around my dick, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on even more. I get to teach her what I like. What gets me there and honestly, with her, it doesn’t take much.
“Lay back, spread your legs for me.”
“Dean…”
“I just want to watch.”
“Watch what?”
“You play with yourself.”
She blushes so hard it reaches her tits, and I’m such a fucking goner. “Dean, I-“
“Go on, baby. Spread your pussy for me. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Verity.” And she is. Rosy cheeks, big doe eyes, brown hair around her shoulders, tits out, thighs spread, and her shaved pussy glistening for me. Only me. “Touch yourself, baby. I want to watch you come for me. I’ll clean it all up with my tongue, I promise.”
She gasps when her finger swirls over her little nub. I praise her, stroking my length, watching her play, learning where to touch and the rhythm she likes by doing so.
Unlike other girls, she isn’t putting on a show for me. She’s quiet in her pleasure, but expressive. God, I love it – love her. I want her always like this. Only showing me what’s mine. She’s so pretty. So perfect. Her honey eyes are on my dick. With every little breathy sigh of hers, I groan, quickening when she does.
“Dean, I-“
I quirk a brow, “Just think about the way my tongue licks your pussy. Put a finger in… fuck yes, Verity. Swirl it around your clit and back in.” Because I know her body better than she does. “There you go, deeper, baby. Mmhmm.”
“Dean…” she whines.
I switch hands and I’m actually grateful for once that I’m left-handed. “You need me, baby?”
“Yes.”
I push the center console up with my elbow, and lick my fingers, reaching over to play with her. “Keep playing with your clit. Don’t stop.” I plunge my finger into her wet heat, only going as far as that little tab of skin will let me. I'll be breaking it soon. She hasn't fucked that Jared guy yet, ‘cause she knows she belongs to me.
“Oh my god.”
“Ain't no god here. Just me baby. Only say my name.”
Her hips buck as I fuck my fist, and I feel that hot wax feeling rolling down my spine and shooting up too soon. “Come for me, baby. Be a good fucking girl and come for me so I can come for you.”
Her groan is guttural when she comes with my name in her lips, thighs quivering, inner muscles pulsating around my finger. I cum all over my hand, my steering wheel, and my boxers.
And it’s days like this, learning from each other all over again, when I command her to break up with him. But all she does is stay silent. I know I’m pushing her away, and I’m at a loss. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say that'll make her admit she still loves me. I constantly feel like a caged animal, ready to pounce on the hand that feeds.
I’m terrified of losing her again. I’m terrified of fucking up.
Until Zoey’s birthday party, right before Thanksgiving break, that Zoey is hosting at her house. It’s during the day and on a Saturday, since the Campbell’s are leaving town to visit family, and they all look like happy fucking turkeys together. Zoey, Evan, Micah, Verity, Jockstrap, and a few other friends. Where I’m not invited. Except I show up. Because I live across the street, and I watched most of them drive up together.
