Page 75 of Straight to Me

His noises become feral, and when he scrunches my hair in his hands, I moan around him, the vibrations from my lips sending him over the edge. His hips shudder, rocking forwards and back as he spills into my mouth. Swallowing with each release, I make sure I keep going, until he can’t take anymore.

He pulls me to my feet once he’s done, wrapping his hands around my neck and tilting my head up to him. “Do you have… any idea… how fucking hot that was?” he says gripping for air.

“Yeah?” I stretch a smile, feeling suddenly embarrassed. He cups my face, then dips to run his velvety lips over mine. I let out a small whimper as his hands scrunch my hair.

“I love you,” he says, his tongue then entering my mouth. My head rolls as our tongues tie knots.

One of his hands moves to my thighs, “And these,” he purrs, his thumb hooking under the strap of my suspenders.

“Just for you,” I say smiling, stroking the back of his hair. His lips buzz against mine as he slides his thumb over the front of my knickers, a small growl escaping him when he feels how wet I still am.

“What do you want me to do, Mads?”

Closing my eyes, I brush my lips over his. “Love me.”

“I can do that,” he says, and he lifts me into his arms carrying me to his bedroom.

In my bag are VP’s tracksuit bottoms and the Judas Priest t-shirt I wore home last night. He wouldn’t have any clue that I saw the band on the very tour that’s printed on the front.

My dad took me to see them, AC/DC and by total flip contrast, Take That. The thought of my dad’s face when Take That sangNever Forgetwas priceless, a lot of tears were shed. Watching him mosh out toVictim of Changesis something I’ll also never forget either.

Laughing to myself, I change all my clothes and get out my clean clothes ready for camping tomorrow. I brush my hair, tying it back in a high pony on top of my head, then use the bathroom where I left my washbag.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I decide on taking off all my make up. There’s no greater feeling. Instantly regretting it though, a small amount is reapplied to cover the black bags under my eyes. I hear my phone ping from VP’s bedroom, so go over and take it out my bag to see he’s messaged me from downstairs.

VP: Hurry up, I miss you x

I smile reading his message, the x at the end tells me what I already know. I think back to his conversation earlier about his family.

I need to buck my ideas up. Yes, I’ve just got divorced, but I still have people who care about me, I need to show them I love them too.

I quickly send my dad a text, saying I was reminiscing about Judas Priest. Strangely, he replies instantly.

Dad: That was a good night!

Me: You almost head butted the bouncer, thrashing around like a lunatic

Dad: You should have seen me when I saw Black Sabbath, Ozzy was unreal

Me: I bet! It’s good to hear from you dad. I move into my new flat on Monday, hopefully one day you’ll be able to come up and see me and Jess? Just let me know. X

No reply. I sigh, but I’ve got more words out of him in the past few minutes than I have in weeks, so I’ll take it as a win.

I turn and VP makes me jump standing in the doorway, his chest still bare and watching me. “Shit, VP!”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Just enjoying the view.”

Looking myself up and down, he’s got to be messing with me. “You’re joking, right?”

“No,” he scoffs.

“So scruffy dirt bag is your thing? I knew something had to be wrong with you,” I tease, dropping my phone on the bed.

“You’re comfy. Look at you, wearing my clothes, no makeup. You’re sexy as hell.” Left a little speechless, I can feel my eyes water. “Are you crying?”

He lets out a little laugh.

“Apparently I don’t hear compliments often,” I laugh, blinking my eyes rapidly.

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