Page 29 of Final Goodbye
The way he said my name in that serious tone, even in a text message, turned me on. I wanted to hear the growl of his deep voice in person. I wanted to hear my name pass his lips in this same setting, but in real life and not hidden behind a screen.
Declan: I hope you’ve gone radio silent on me because your fingers are busy being squeezed by your tight pussy right now, baby girl.
Fuck, just thinking about him and everything that hasn’t happened between us—that I so desperately wanted—was enough to send me over the edge.?Ecstasy ran through me at an all-time high as my toy latched on to my most sensitive parts. The vibrations and suction sent goosebumps running up my limbs.
I threw my phone down, emptying one hand to pinch one of my hardened nipples. The sensation sent me into a whirlwind as I felt the pressure building, just waiting to crash down on me. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. His dirty mouth had sent me overboard. I dialed up the intensity on my toy, and not even ten seconds later, my body was quivering, my breathing picking up and my clit swollen and too sensitive to touch.
Me: You have no idea how badly I needed that.
I hadn’t had an orgasm that intense in God knows how long. Between the smell of his sweater, the feeling I felt last night when I wanted him to kiss me and thinking about him in those damn jeans he wore to work had me feeling all sorts of things. Things I needed to take care of before I exploded.
I had no idea what it would be like the next time we saw each other, but deep down, I hoped this took us to another level. I wanted him to make a move on me. I craved the words he said over text, lusting for him to say everything he just said to me, but with his muscular body pressed against mine.?
I didn’t want to be Declan’s fake girlfriend. I don’t knowwhatI wanted to be, but I knew I needed him near me.
Are you fucking kidding me?Before I could think twice, I was leaving work. I texted Myles and told him to get a ride.?There was no way I was going to be productive with a raging hard-on in my pants for the rest of the day.
What a fucking turn of events since last night. I went from being worried and stressed out of my mind to exhausted and horny as fuck.
With a white-knuckled grip, my hands wrapped around the steering wheel as I raced home. My cock was throbbing, and I couldn’t think straight. Where the fuck did that come from? Texting Paige was a complete one-eighty from last night. I never would have thought I’d leave work to go home and masturbate. But fuck it, there was a first time for everything.
When I opened my phone to that picture of her stunning face andmyfucking hoodie on her perfect body, I about lost it. I’d forever be grateful that I told her to keep my hoodie, because I wasn’t lying when I said it looked better on her. She could be wearing anything, and I wouldn’t think any differently abouther, but something about it beingmyclothing had this feeling of possessiveness wash over me.
My mind was consumed by every dirty thought imaginable as I stood in the steaming hot shower.?With my left hand pressed firmly against the subway tiles on the shower wall, my right hand found my cock. The all-consuming thoughts of Paige had me hard as stone. I wasn’t going to feel guilty about the images running through my mind. She had to know I was going to jerk off after she pulled that little stunt.?
This was all supposed to be just fun and games. I was supposed to help her with her psycho ex-boyfriend and that's it. But the moment she walked back into town, I haven’t been able to get her off my mind. She was meshed so deep into my head that those thoughts were only growing. What started out innocent was now this urge to have her. To see what she tasted like. What she felt like.
My hand wrapped around my cock, but in my mind, it was her warm mouth and plump lips gripping me. Paige was on her knees wearing only my hoodie as she looked up at me with those greedy, lust-filled eyes. My eyes shut and my head fell back as I sped up the pace. I circled the tip of my cock in the palm of my hand to the point where I was now on the verge of being too sensitive to touch. When I imagined it was her tongue instead of my fist flicking over that sweet spot, I knew I was moments away from falling over the edge.
It was impossible to hold back after the unexplainable things she was doing to me in my mind. Her name was on the tip of my tongue in a heartbeat. My orgasm overcame me as I spilled thick white strands coating the tiled floor beneath me, and I grunted her name under my breath.
“Fuck! Fuck, Paige.”
“What are you doing to me?” I mumbled under the steaming hot water.
Pulling on the wet strands of my hair, I found myself sexually frustrated—even after my most satisfying release in God knows how long. For the first time, I jacked off to the thought of Paige, and there was no turning back now, because I couldn't even fathom anyone else on my mind while my hand stroked my dick.?
I meant it when I said she was going to pay for this.
I was going to find a way to make Paige mine, for real. I didn’t see a world where she belonged to anyone else but me.?
When my mom texted me this afternoon to come over for a family dinner, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. The only home-cooked meals I had were at her house and if I was lucky, she would pack me up some leftovers.
Every time I walked into the family cabin, there was an assortment of smells depending on what she had in the oven. You could tell it was fall, not only by the way it looked outside and the crisp air, but the smell of cinnamon wafting throughout the house.?
Mom always baked based on the season, and today it smelled like apple pie. I was salivating as I made my way toward the kitchen where I knew mom would be.?
Greeting her with a hug and kiss on the cheek, I let out a groan that made it obvious I had to be starving.
“Fuck, it smells incredible. Is dinner almost ready? I’m ready to dig in.” She was putting the finishing touches on dinnerwhen my eyes roamed the spread in front of me on the kitchen counter.
BINGO.
Gazing right at a bowl of fresh homemade dinner rolls, I went to pick one up but didn’t quite make it when my mom stretched out her arm and gave my hand a light slap.
“Declan Cooper, get your fingers out of the food and watch your mouth when you speak to your mother. I’m not one of your boys. Dinner is almost done, and we will eat as a family. Help me start setting things on the table, will you, sweetie?”
She had a way of sounding sweet even when she was stern.?
