Page 58 of Please Don't Leave Me

“Why’s that?”

He shrugs and then turns his head toward me. I look back at him, and he’s giving me that look. I narrow my eyes and smile at him, then roll them.

Is he hitting on me?

We get to the gas station after what seems like hours. But it was more than likely a five-minute walk in total. Igrab some chips, a bag of sour candy, and a hot dog. Man, I’m hungry. We check out and walk back to the house.

I finish my hot dog before we even make it a block away, and I catch him staring at me while I lick ketchup off my fingers. I stare at him with a blank face until he looks away, smiling.

The walk back is mostly silent because we’re both stuffing our faces. But every now and then, I feel the bare skin of his arm brush against mine, sending a tingle up to my shoulder. I look over at him and catch him staring again.

"You have really pretty eyes."

"They're brown," I say. I've always hated my brown eyes.

"Yeah, but they're a light caramel-colored brown."

My cheeks heat up, likely turning red. Sam called my eyes caramel brown when we first started talking. I don't know how to respond, so I look back down at my feet and continue walking.

When we get to his house, he opens the front door and lets me in first. I immediately go to the sink to wash the chip residue off my hands and the crumbs off my face. That had to be attractive.

I dry my hands and face on the kitchen towel and turn to look for Mikey, but I don’t see him.

I hear the toilet flush and realize he went to use the bathroom. While the sink runs, I only have a minute to make a decision: go back outside or…

I quickly walk down the hall to the bathroom and get there right as he’s opening the door. He’s surprised to see me at first but then gets this cheeky grin on his face as if he already knows what I’m about to do because he was thinking it, too.

I walk into him, push him back into the bathroom, and shut the door behind me. He had already shut off thelight when he was coming out, and I don’t bother turning it back on. I grab his shirt in my fists and pull him toward me.

Our lips lock, and we start wildly kissing, tongues flying everywhere. He reaches behind me and turns the lock. Then his hands rest on my ass and squeeze. I frantically start pulling his belt off and unbuttoning his pants. As I do that, he starts to undo mine, our arms fighting each other for the space between us.

Once we get each other undone, we each pull down our own pants before reconnecting. He must have grabbed a condom from somewhere before going to the bathroom because he pulls one out of the pocket of his pants on the floor. He tears it open and puts it on.

I’m already so wet and ready for him, but he doesn’t know that, so he runs his fingers along my center and quickly finds out for himself. He groans when he feels me and lifts one of my legs up over his hip. He continues to hold my leg up for me as he grabs the base of his already solid cock in his other hand. He pushes into me, and I involuntarily whimper. It echoes through the bathroom, and he cups his now free hand over my mouth and whispers in my ear, “Shhhh.”

His breath on my neck sends chills down my spine as he thrusts in and out of me. He releases his hand from my mouth and grips my jaw instead, tilting my head away from him to give him better access to my neck.

He trails his tongue up the length of my neck, then sucks his way back down that same path to my collarbone. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.

He starts pumping faster, and I can tell he’s not going to last much longer. And thank goodness for that because a few seconds later, the knob rattles, and then there’s a knock at the door.

A female voice calls out, “Is anyone in here?”

He stops moving and replies to her, “Uh yeah. Be out in a second.”

“Oh, sorry! Take your time.”

He looks at me, and I can see the disappointment on his face.

I can't help but laugh. “We should hurry up and finish so that poor girl can pee.”

We both laugh at how awkward and ridiculous of a situation we put ourselves in. Especially since he has a bedroom we could be in right now. We clearly didn’t think this through.

He starts pumping again, and I pull him in to kiss me. His movements get fast and wild. My mouth hangs open as I pant, and he sucks on my lower lip, biting it gently. He thrusts hard one last time, and his body tenses under my hands as he comes.

By the end, we’re both breathing heavily and have to collect ourselves before we leave the bathroom. I’m not sure why we bother; she’s going to assume we were fucking in here anyway. Knowing she’s waiting on us made it impossible for me to come. But whatever, he didn’t seem to care and neither do I. I think.

He opens the door, and I follow behind him. The girl had the courtesy of at least waiting in the living room rather than the hallway. As soon as she sees us, her face turns red. She definitely knows what she intruded on. “Sorry, Big Mike. I really have to pee, and your bedroom was locked.”

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