Page 55 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

“Stop it, Blake,” I order. “If you want me to pop your cherry, you’re gonna have to slow down.”

She smiles around my cock but doesn’t stop sucking me, and shit, is it the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Her head bobbing up and down, her hands wrapped around the base of my cock.

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve imagined this moment. I’ve pictured her green eyes looking up at me as she sucks my dick between her sassy pink lips. But the real thing is something else, heightening my feelings and every messy obstacle along with them as I pump myself into her mouth. Over and over again. The feel of her tongue causing my balls to tighten.

She gags slightly, tears gathering in her eyes, and I pull her away from me, refusing to give in. This isn’t about me. This is about her. What she wants. What she needs. And it isn’t my cum down her throat. She needs more.

I push her messy hair away from her face, cupping her cheek with my hand as I rub my thumb back and forth against her soft skin. She’s so beautiful. So untouchable, even now. My chest pinches. “Fuck, Blake. You have no idea how good it feels.”

“Yet you made me stop.”

“‘Cause I wanna finish inside you.” The words cause my heartbeat to skip, but I shove the feeling aside and growl, “Lay on your back.”

She does as she’s told while I take off my pants, and search my pockets for my wallet. Once I find it, I pull out a condom and roll it onto my dick, opening her thighs and dragging her back to the edge of the bed. I stand up and look down at the girl splayed out beneath me. She looks like a dream. One I’ve had for years, despite my best efforts to keep them at bay. But it was inevitable. Blake and me. Our attraction. Our collision.

Every inch of her is perfection. I’m not surprised. After all, it’s Blake. She’s always been perfection. I shove that thought aside, too, determined to keep this physical and only physical. My thumb circles her clit as I watch her slit collect with moisture, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

I finger her slowly, attempting to stretch her, my dick practically weeping at the feel of her hot center gripping me. She’s so tight. So little…everywhere. I’m afraid I’ll rip her in two.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she orders.

My gaze flicks to hers. “I’m not––”

“Like I’m breakable,” she clarifies. “Stop looking at me like I’m breakable. Use me, Theo. Because we both know it’s what I’m doing to you.”

Fuck.

If she wanted to stab me in the chest, it would’ve hurt less.

But she’s right. She is using me. And I refuse to let this be anything more than what it is. I’m the fuck boy. The good time. The no-strings-attached left wing who isn’t looking for anything more.

And I’m not about to start now.

I grab her hips and line myself up with her entrance.

“I’m gonna make this quick,” I warn her as I run my hand along her pretty little neck.

She lifts her chin and holds my gaze, a smile toying the edge of her lips.“That’s what she sai––” Her jaw drops, and her mouth opens wide as I thrust into her and squeeze her throat.

I play with the pressure, mirroring her heat clenching around me.

“Fuuuuck,” she chokes out.

I don’t move another muscle. I stay still, firmly seated inside her, focusing with every ounce of willpower to keep from thrusting into her over and over again when I know it’s the last thing she needs right now.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

“I should’ve picked a smaller dick,” she jokes, though her brows are still pinched as she breathes out a slow breath.

“Not sorry,” I reply, though this time it’s laced with amusement.

She meets my gaze and laughs, reaching for me. “Come here, Teddy.”

The sentiment makes my chest ache, and I bend down, letting go of her slender neck and cradling her head between my arms, while resting my weight on my elbows to keep from smashing her.

“You okay?”

She drags the tips of her trimmed fingernails against my back and beneath my shirt as she nuzzles her face against my head and nods. The intimacy is almost more than I can bear. The trust. The gift she’s given me.

---