Page 25 of Come Back To Me
“You bought him a gift. You hid it. You took your eyes off the road for him.” I squirm. I don’t mention the part where he told him he couldn’t do whatever it was they were doing anymore. It’s a gray area. Some could say he got distracted by me too, but whycare so much about sparing his feelings when he didn’t deserve that.
Whoever he is was cheating first. And I can’t forget the part about me knowing him, or at least of him. He said not to tell anyone it was with him. That means he was within one of our circles somewhere. It’s going to drive me crazy not knowing who it is. Have I been in the same room as him recently? Was he at the funeral?
I’m brought back to reality when a thick, sticky substance trickles down my seam and is shoved deep into my hole with Gareth’s finger. He works it slowly inside, twisting and curling once he’s in up to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re so tight still. So warm and tight. I love how you feel here so much, baby.”
“Leo’s going to come check on me soon. He’s going to see you,” I rasp, with my face shoved further into the door.
“Let him. He’ll regret being so damn impatient when he does.”
“Don’t hurt him.”
“I’d say stop fighting me so it doesn’t have to come to that, but I love it when you struggle while deep down wanting it as much as me. I can smell how aroused you are. I can feel it too. This slutty hole can’t wait to come on my cock.” He jams another finger inside and I shudder, not realizing I’m grinding down on his hand until my knees start shaking.
“Oh yes, you like having something in here. Don’t worry. You’ll get more soon, once I’m able to slide in easier.” I’m coated with more spit, or I think it’s spit, and then he slathers more over my pucker. A metal tinge in the air confirms what I was hoping to be wrong about. It’s blood, isn’t it?
Before I can ask whose, he says, “I thought I could give you a little of me like you’ve given me a little of yourself.”
“I didn’t give you anything,” I grind out. “You took it.”
“You said I could. I’m only taking what you promised.” His fingers slide out, leaving me empty. Not for long, though. Hisfat cock head breaches my hole seconds later and he circles his hips, teasing me. He pushes at my tight ring of muscles and then backs up, giving me shallow thrusts. There’s an itchiness building inside me the more he denies me what I’m so close to having.
I’m burning on the inside, arousal pricking at my skin and making my muscles tighten as frustration barrels through me. He’s doing it on purpose. “What are you doing? Put it all the way in already.”
“You said you didn’t want it. You told me to wait. Which is it, honey bunch?”
“He never called me that.”
“No, but it sounds as stupid as the other fucking names, and I thought you wanted me to sound more like him.”
“I want you to be him. There’s a difference.”
“I can’t be him when he isn’t here in my head. He goes away sometimes. Just admit it, he wasn’t enough for you anyway. You’ve been lacking so much, and now I can show you just what that was.”
“No . . . I was happy with him.”
He laughs and it’s wicked. “Sure. It’s because you didn’t know anything else. You were unable to truly grasp what happy was, and instead you settled.”
“You saying he settled too?”
“No. He did all the wrong things, so he couldn’t see the best sides of you. Not like I already can in such a short time.” He swishes his hips from side to side, his cock moving inside me.
“Stop that. If you’re going to fuck me, do it already.”
He growls in my ear. “Tell me you want it.”
“No,” I spit. “I just want it to be over so I can leave you behind.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I want Gareth. Not someone who looks like him and sometimes gets his thoughts. Just Gareth. Only Gareth.”
He breathes in and out heavily. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” I grimace as he pulls all the way out, his swollen head hovering over my entrance. I push myself back on it and he pulls away again, laughing.
“Your body is telling me something else.”
“Please.”
