Page 13 of The Last Thing
I plunge inside her again, and she throws her head back.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see your pretty face when you come on my cock. Work your clit. I won’t last long.”
She slips her fingers between us, furiously stroking her clit as I pump in and out of her in punishing strokes, hand wrapped around the side of her neck.
I’m barely holding it together. We’ve been teasing each other for almost an hour, and I’m about to bust the damn condom when I come.
“God, yes,” she cries.
“God’s not here. I am. Saymyname.”
Her pussy shudders once.
“Deck.”
The soft, breathy whisper goes right to my balls, and I move faster.
“Fuck, fuck. I’m almost…” A moan rips out of her.
“Me too. Come on. Show me how you come for me.”
“Deck!” Her screams bounce around the room as her pussy clenches my cock in long, hard pulses.
“Fuck!” I cry, grabbing her hips and holding her tight to me as I fill the condom.
My vision is hazy and my heart’s beating so hard it feels like it might explode.
She lets her hand fall to her side, eyes slipping closed as she lays her head on the pillow. I flop down beside her, my body melting into the mattress as my hazy eyes drift closed. Without looking, I pull the condom off and toss it toward the side of the bed where the garbage is. Then I pull her close, kissing the side of her head before we both give in to sleep.
I don’t have verymany natural talents, but waking up five minutes before my alarm each day is my shittiest one.
Though it came in helpful today so I didn’t have to wake the hellion.
It makes me feel like a bit of a shithead, but I can’t wake her up.
Last night was one of the most incredible nights of my life, and if I’m thinking only about sex, it was the best of my life, no contest.
If I wake her up, it’ll go from the one night we agreed on to something more. Because I won’t be able to look at her and not thinkmine.
I’ve been thinking it since she stuffed that cotton candy in my mouth and then I touched her on the Ferris wheel.
But she’s not mine.
I don’t get to keep her.
So it’s time to go.
Pausing in the open living room and kitchen, I grab the stuffed bunny I won last night and set it on the counter. Then I find a piece of paper and scrawl a quick note.
My little hellion,
Last night was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. Might sound cheesy, but this will be a fond memory for me—maybe my only one of the city. Take care of yourself and keep the bunny. I got it for you.
Deck
With that, I pull the half heart necklace from my pocket and set it on the counter.
But as I turn to go, I look back at it and stupidly pick it up again.
