It’s as if I’m in complete freefall. I have no sense of control over my body. I’m trembling, drawing air in big gulps, my heart beating so hard it feels like it could fly out of my chest.
I try to push him away, my skin so sensitive his attention almost hurts, and he does what I silently request, pulling away from me. I peek down to witness Crew rubbing his hand against the side of his face, and when he drops it, I see that his skin and mouth shine.
From me.
He catches me watching, his eyes narrowing as he studies me. I’m still shivering, my breathing erratic, my heart racing. I wish he’d say something.
Anything.
He moves, so he’s lying beside me, his hand on my hip, pulling me toward him. I go easily, still boneless as he tucks me into his body. His mouth is at my forehead, his fingers in my hair when he murmurs, “You okay?”
I nod, curling into him, pressing my cheek to his chest. I need him to hold me. To say the right things. To reassure me that I’m going to be all right.
I don’t feel all right. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin. As if the world had shut its doors to me all this time, and I finally caught a glimpse inside.
To find it’s all I could ever want.
TWENTY-EIGHT
CREW
I turn away so I’m facing my dresser, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror that hangs just above it. I’m supposed to be giving Wren privacy, so she can pull her clothes back on, but I can’t help watching her get dressed. All that creamy smooth skin on display, those perfect tits with the pink nipples that are probably still sticky from me rubbing the Blow Pop on them.
Can’t believe I did that. Or that I fucked her with a lollipop. She liked it though.
She liked it a lot.
I gave her what she wanted by going down on her, just like she mentioned to me about the porn she watched and how it was her favorite part.
Glancing down at myself, I realize my hard-on is still throbbing, and I readjust myself. Try to think of other things. The frigid temperature outside. How pissed off I got at Fig earlier.
Some of the tension eases and I take a deep breath, reaching for my hoodie and pulling it back over my head.
“I should probably go.”
I face Wren, noting how unsure she looks, her gaze cast downward, that flush from her orgasm still coating her skin.
“We didn’t finish the movie,” she continues, talking to the floor.
“Maybe you should come over tomorrow and we can finish it then,” I suggest, not talking about the movie at all.
Her lips curl into a small smile and she sends me a quick glance, clutching her hands in front of her. “Maybe.”
I’m surprised she agreed. “You definitely should.”
“What time is it?” she asks, before moving to the nightstand and grabbing her phone from where she left it. “It’s already nine-forty-five.”
“Better walk you back then.”
Her eyes go wide as she shoves her phone into her hoodie pocket. “I can walk back myself.”
I slowly shake my head, approaching her. “No way am I letting you walk back to the dorm building this time of night by yourself.”
“No one will be out there.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ll be fine.” She pauses. “What if someone sees us together?”
Annoyances flares through me, making my erection deflate for good. It bothers me, how she doesn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing. Though what exactly are we doing? I’m not sure yet. “I won’t walk you all the way to the door.”
“I don’t know…”
“I’m walking you to your building. Stop arguing.” I go to my closet and grab my boots, falling onto my desk chair, so I can pull them on, despite the fact that I’m not wearing socks.
Wren watches me, her expression sad. “I made you mad.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. I don’t know why you have to argue with me about it.”
“Everyone always takes care of me. Teachers. My parents. Especially my dad. He’s the worst.” She lifts her chin. “I’m trying to learn how to take care of myself.”
I lean back in the chair, immediately feeling like a jackass, but I push past it. “What if something happened to you on the walk back? I’d never forgive myself.”
She studies me, shoving her hands into her hoodie pocket. “You’ve changed a lot over the last few weeks.”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“You’re a lot nicer.”