Page 131 of Pretty Broken Wings
His plea is immediate. “Please. I need to.”
I lean down to breathe on his dick, hoping it’s enough to keep him right on the edge.
“Oh god,” his fingers are in my thighs, and they’re digging in. I shiver with the bite of pain.
“Don’t move. If you move, I won’t let you come.”
I wait for him to acknowledge what I said. I hear blankets rustle and feel him nodding against my pussy. Then, I drop my mouth onto his dick and hold it steady.
Gage jerks the tiniest bit, then stays still, just like I asked. I wait for him to move. To shove up into me and take what he wants from my mouth. But he doesn’t. He obeys with a fine trembling in his thighs.
I suck as a reward, holding suction and massaging my tongue along him.
“Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to come.” There’s a constant stream of words behind me, but I ignore them. I just wait for the throbbing to pass, then slowly move my head up and down. It’s too slow, and I know it. Again, I wait for Gage to disobey.
He doesn’t. He holds still just like I asked, even though I feel he’s a stroke or two away from coming, his balls up tight.
I feel like I’m going to come myself, reveling in Gage’s restraint.
Then, I let loose. I suck him, running my mouth up and down his dick. I feel the throb and keep going.
With a shout, Gage comes in my mouth. I suck his cum down, pulsing my mouth around him. His hips make little jerks, but he holds himself still.
When I pop off his dick, both of us are panting. The only sounds in the quiet room are our breaths. Then, I crawl off Gage. For a brief moment, I want to lie next to him. Snuggle up, close my eyes, and just soak in the feeling.
Then I remember that this is just temporary. I remember how much it’ll hurt later if I do that.
But I want to. I want to so badly I can feel it like a pressure in my chest.
What will it hurt?
But if I stay here, I’ll fall asleep, and I absolutely cannot fall asleep next to Gage. So, in a motion that makes physical pain fill my chest, I slip off the bed, grabbing my clothes.
“Raven?”
I make a noise.
Gage rolls to his side. He looks handsome and sated, and he is stunning lying there. Curse him.
“You good?”
“Yep.” I hold my shirt to my chest. “Just, uh… gotta pee. You know. UTI.” Then I walk to the bathroom.
The little moment of hurt in his eyes is almost enough to get me to go back. To crawl into bed with him and lay there until we both fall asleep.
Almost.
It’ll be easier this way in the long run.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
I’ve never hated myself more for not sticking to the goddamn plan.
I didn’t take Gage’s date. In fact, I left the house before they finished getting ready.
And that’s where I found the letter. It was a plain white letter addressed to Celeste, slipped into the crack of the door.
Celeste,
