Page 14 of The Boy I Loved
“Okay.” I breathed out, allowing myself to get lost in the pleasure for a moment. His thumb brushed against the head, the muscles in his arm flexing with the movement.
“Spread your legs wider, baby. Let me see.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed. Positioning my phone further down, I opened up for him so he could see my fingers disappearing inside of me. Juices trickled down them, coating my wrist in the process. I’d gotten pretty good at touching myself over the last several months, not wanting to have sex with anyone else. I knew no one would ever compare.
His sharp intake of breath told me he liked what he was seeing. It spurred me on, spreading another warm current through my limbs.
“That’s it. God. You’re so sexy.” His breathing was even deeper than before, his words coming out a bit choked. “I’ve missed you, Hazel.”
His statement caught me off guard, causing my wrist to twitch. “I-I’ve missed you, too, Dom.” My eyes stung with unshed tears,the emotional turmoil this had on me beginning to unfurl inside of me. I was thankful he couldn’t see my face.
He increased his pace, jerking himself up and down. His loud breathing filled the speaker, reaching my ears, and I latched onto it, focusing on that while I brought myself to the edge. A whimper fluttered past my lips, my head dropping back into my pillows as electricity trickled through me.
“I wish I was sliding inside of you right now,” he grunted. “I’d make you feel so good.”
I had no doubt about that. “I wish you were, too.”
Emotion welled up inside me. A mixture of confusion, relief, and desire all warring with one another. A part of me even felt a little awkward doing this, but it wasn’t nearly as potent as the others. His soft grunts were like music to my ears. They were much deeper and ragged than they were the last time we’d done anything intimate. Back then, his voice was soft and smooth. Now, he sounded like a man—a man who’s been through some shit.
“I love hearing your voice,” he panted. “Fuck.” He groaned, pumping himself even harder. “If I was there?—”
“What would you do?” I challenged.
He paused for a moment. “You want me to tell you what I’d do to you, baby?” His voice came out thick with desire, and I knew he was lost to the pleasure of it all. He was probably even drunk if the tension in his voice told me anything.
I hummed in response, dipping my fingers in and out of me, slowing my movements so that he could get a better look.
“I’d start by kissing up your body,” he began, the muscles in his arm beginning to bulge from exertion. “Soft and slow, until I reached your wet cunt.”
My breath hitched, desire pooling in the depths of my stomach. I was already so close, but didn’t want this to end. Once it ended, it was over, and I wanted to prolong it for as long as possible.
“And then, I’d devour you. I’d slide my tongue against the crease of your pussy, making sure to pay extra attention to your clit.” He grunted again, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. “I’d let it dip into your tight hole, flicking it around until you were spasming beneath me—just like you did last time, only with more experience and control.”
A whimper fell from my lips, my thighs clenching around my hand. “And then?” I asked breathlessly.
“And then…” he trailed off, flicking his thumb over the bead of precum coating his tip. “I’d push your legs above my shoulders, and slam into you. I’d fuck you so hard and so rough that you’d start shaking, begging me to stop because it would be too much. But I wouldn’t stop. Because I know that’s not what you actually wanted. Your cunt would clamp down on me, milking me for more, but I’d keep pounding into you, as deep as humanly possible until you shattered around me—until my cum was filling that tight pussy of yours.”
My breath stuttered out, a current of pleasure shooting through my core until my body started convulsing. A moan erupted from my throat, causing him to curse out in response.
“I always knew you were a kinky little slut,” he choked out. “Once you get past that innocent exterior of yours, you’re a dirty little whore deep down. Aren’t you, Hazel?”
I gasped out in alarm, my orgasm hitting me full force. He’s never talked to me likethatbefore, and I wasn’t sure if I should be appalled, or into it. My body seemed to decide for me, though, because my hands were instantly drenched as my juices coated them, trickling down my thighs.
“Answer me,” he growled, quickly losing control.
I could picture him now. His jaw clenched, and eyes hooded with pleasure. He wouldn’t be looking at me like he despised my very existence. He’d be looking at me with desire—like I was the only girl he wanted.
“Yes,” I gasped, rubbing circles against my sensitive clit that was still pulsing beneath my fingertips.
He released a low groan, his hard stomach growing tight as his own release built. His cock jerked in his hand before shooting a white stream of liquid. His cum coated his busted knuckles, trickling down the length of him and his wrist.
We were both silent for a moment, coming down from the high of what just happened. I knew what was coming next before he even said it.
“I love you, Hazel,” he choked out. “I’ve always loved you. But don’t contact me again.” The call ended just like that, leaving me feeling conflicted and hurt.
Tears burned my eyes, but I didn’t have the willpower to stop them. He didn’t even give me the chance to say it back, but he knew I felt the same way. That I loved him, that I’dalwaysloved him. We’d never said it to one another before, so his declaration was both relieving, yet dreadful all in one. Relieving because I now knew it hadn’t been one sided. Dreadful, because I knew he only confessed it now as a goodbye.
Removing my hand from between my legs, I peered up at the ceiling. Hot tears skating down the sides of my face, drifting toward my ears.
