Page 102 of Ruin
“Bullshit! You saw Antonio talking to me at my graduation party, and suddenly, you had to make sure that no one takes ‘what’s yours.’” She says the last words with air quotes with a laugh that isn’t a laugh and swipes tears off her face. “We are done, Tommy. Done. So stop sneaking into my parents’ house to leave me presents, stop breaking into my apartment, stop following me around. I mean, a fucking engagement ring? Really?”
She got the orchid and the ring. She didn’t reach out, so I wasn’t sure. Her eyes are red, her lip trembling. I try to reach for her again, but she pulls away.
“Sweet girl, I can’t stay away from you. Youaremine. There’s no question. I could give a fuck who you talk to, but I need you to talk to me. Please.”
“There is nothing to talk about! We didn’t work. I moved on. You need to move on, too.”
I hear the words, but her face, her body, the way she is shaking and can barely look at me—they’re all saying something else. That she misses me. That she loves me.
I shake my head and move toward her. “You’re lying. You’re not done. We’re not done. You know I’m right. I can see you know I’m right.”
She drops her face into her hands and sobs. “Tommy, please. Just go. I need you to go. I can’t see you. I don’t want to see you anymore. Please get out!”
She turns and runs back into the bathroom in her room and slams the door.
I follow her and stand outside the door, listening to her cry on the other side. I sit down heavily on the bed and wait. Over an hour ticks by slowly. Then the shower turns on.
I can’t stay out here. I can’t be on the other side of a door from her anymore. And I can’t pretend I didn’t see the way she shook in my arms, the way she wanted me until she didn’t.
So, I unlock the door with the skeleton key and go in.
The steam hits me first, then the sight of her. Bare skin, wet hair clinging to her trembling shoulders as she braces herself against the tile wall. I don’t take time to take my clothes off. I just need to touch her.
She doesn’t turn when I step in. She doesn’t say a word. Neither do I. I just go to her. My hands find her hips, the water scalding against my back as I press into her. She bites in a breath, broken and sharp, but she doesn’t stop me from touching her.
I drop a soft kiss on her shoulder, on the tan line from her bathing suit that is new. A tan line that wasn’t there the last time I was with her. Something about it, knowing that she is different, that she has changed since the last time I touched her—that I missed anything happening with her—flips a switch inmy head.
I tear into her, forcing her to turn around and slamming my mouth into hers, kissing her, kissing all over her face, her neck, her breasts, falling to my knees on the tile floor of the shower and kissing her stomach and burying my face in her pussy.
Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I eat her so hard that her back is pressed into the shower wall and she’s clinging to my hair for balance. I don’t stop fucking her with my tongue until she comes, and then I push my fingers inside her pussy, into her ass, sucking and biting on her clit until she comes again.
When I set her down, her legs buckle, and she slides down the shower wall watching me and breathing hard as I stand and rip my clothes off, my hard cock springing free. I don’t give her time to catch her breath before I grab a handful of her wet hair and push my cock into her mouth, fucking her face hard and fast.
Kneeling on the shower floor, water pouring over her, her big eyes watering, gagging on my cock—fuck. I force myself into the back of her throat and hold her there. She looks up at me, trusting me, not pushing me away, swallowing my cock as I give short thrusts down her throat and smooth her wet hair away from her face.
“There’s my sweet girl,” I murmur.
As her eyes start to close and her body softens, I pull out of her mouth and push inside her, scooping her up into my arms as she gasps for air. She can’t hold her legs around my waist, so I hold them for her as I fuck her, my elbows under her knees, my hands pressed against the tile wall as her back slides up and down with each thrust.
Her nails claw into my shoulders as she comes screamingmy name. I fuck her through it as she collapses against me, whimpering into my chest.
When I come, I slam her into the wall and wrap my arms all the way around her, grabbing her head and pressing her into my chest, her tears mixing with the water spray. She locks her arms around my neck as I empty myself inside her. I hold her, kiss her temple, my mouth against her wet hair, whispering soothing sounds.
I wrap her in a towel and carry her to the bed, but when I pull back the covers and start to get in beside her, she whispers, “It’s still over, Tommy.”
Pausing, I scan her face. She’s staring at the floor, her eyes dead, tears slipping down her cheeks. I slide into bed next to her, ignoring her protests and pulling her back to my front as she tries to scoot away.
I hold her firm. “No. No, it’s not. You were just in that shower with me. You know as well as I do that it’s not over. It’s never been over.”
She buries her head in the pillows, her shoulders shaking. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t…” Her voice cracks. She can’t even finish saying the words, because she knows they’re not true.
I hold her as she cries, making shushing noises against her wet hair, holding her tight in my arms. Her skin is so warm and wet, I can’t resist opening the front of her towel and sliding my hands over her body. She’s trembling, but she curls around my arms and allows me to anchor her as she sobs.
“I’ve got you, sweet girl,” I murmur, pulling the blankets up around us. Always my girl.
She cries until she falls asleep in my arms, and I lie awake holding her tighter, my cock growing hard against her ass. No way I’m letting her go. Ever.
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