Talking about fucking her is not helping the situation. I need to jump straight to it. I need to think of it like ripping off a Band-Aid. Do it fast and get it over with.
“I’m moving to Scotland,” I blurt out as I drop down onto the couch and tip my head back to stare at the ceiling.
I can’t look her in the eyes. I don’t want to see her cry, not again. After my confrontation with Bryant earlier, the rest of my memory from last night came flooding back all at once. The one memory I wish I could’ve never regained was one of her curled up against me, crying herself to sleep, because she hates it as much as I do that we have to ignore the feelings we have for each other.
“Wait—what?” Her voice cracks as she asks me, practically running across the room to me. She takes me by surprise and climbs onto my lap, straddling me as she grabs my face and forces me to look at her. “Please tell me you are not running away to Scotland because of me.”
I bring my hands down to her exposed thighs and then up and down her smooth, freshly shaven legs. I watch her skin raise as goose bumps appear over every spot I touch.
“My dad found me in the bar earlier and told me my agent called and offered me a position at the St. Andrews Golf Course. I’ll by flying out first thing Tuesday.
Tears begin to fall down her face one-by-one. She doesn’t bother to brush them away. Instead, she nibbles on her bottom lip, which is quivering as she tries to fight back the tears. Her fingers lightly caress my cheeks. “I don’t want you to go. It was one thing having you back in San Francisco—but Scotland? That’s halfway around the world. You’re not coming home for the holidays either, are you?”
I shake my head. I’ll more than likely have the choice to, but it’ll be easier staying in Scotland. “I’ll likely stay there. My dad flies to Scotland all the time, so I know he’ll make sure he comes and sees me for Thanksgiving. If I do come home at all, it’ll be to Sacramento to stay with my mom at Christmas. The best thing for you is to stay away from me, Spitfire. I’ll do nothing but destroy your life.”
“You don’t know that. We’re scared, and rightfully so, but I think in time everyone would come around, once they saw how much we truly love each other.”
My hands slide over her shorts and then stop at where her tank top has ridden up her stomach slightly. I push my way under her shirt, allowing my hands to roam over her smooth, warm skin. I press my hands flat against her back and pull her to me, bringing her against my chest. Her forehead comes down to rest against mine as she sniffles softly above me.
“I hate this as much as you do, but I know they’ll never accept this. Plus, you have dreams and goals you deserve to accomplish. With me in Scotland and you in Long Beach, our lives are as different as they can possibly be. There’s no way we could make a relationship work with us chasing two separate lives. One of us would have to give up the one thing we want most in life in order for us to be together, and I know with how big your heart is that you’d insist it would be you. I will not allow you to do that.”
“We could find a way. It would be hard, but I know we could make it work somehow.”
I feel like someone is ripping my heart straight out of my chest as I watch her falling apart before my eyes. Her tears drip off of her chin and land on my shirt. I want so badly to be able to be as confident as she is, and optimistic. But I can look past the pipe dreams and see the cold, harsh reality of it all. There’s simply no way for us to work, at least for right now. Maybe down the road, but as for this very moment, there’s simply no possible way.
“We never know what the future will hold for us. If our love is as strong as we think it is, maybe once our dream careers become a reality, we’ll find our way back to each other. I know deep down you are it for me, Spitfire. We just have really bad timing, is all. Our parents’ marriage is still too fresh to dump this on them, but I think in time, maybe they’ll be easier to approach with this, especially if we get our lives in order first.”
She doesn’t speak. Instead, she listens quietly and nods her head in agreement as I continue speaking.
“It’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, walking away from you,” I whisper as I tilt my head and bring my lips to hers, pressing a chaste kiss to her soft, trembling lips. “This isn’t goodbye, Spitfire. We’ll be together again. I promise you while I’m in St. Andrews, my phone will always be on. Don’t worry about the time difference. I know the whole time thing is a total mindfuck to deal with, but whenever you want to just talk, I’m here for you.”
“I hate this…but I know deep down you’re right. The not knowing how long until I get to see you again is what’s killing me.” Her voice is low, but laced with need as she begins to rock her hips, teasing herself on my cock that’s hardening beneath her. It goes against my better judgment, but I’ll wait until tomorrow to start my no-Raven rule. I can’t waste a perfectly good hard-on.
“Just one more time. You know, in case my plane crashes into the ocean or something,” I joke as I yank her tank top over her head and then her sports bra, tossing them both onto the floor.
“Don’t say crap like that. It only makes it even harder,” she says, smacking my shoulder before climbing off of my lap to shimmy out of her shorts.
“Believe me—I don’t think this baby can get any harder,” I say as I unzip my shorts and jerk my cock as I pull it free from the confinement of my shorts.
“You’re bad. Lucky for you I like bad boys—especially forbidden ones.
Her eyes that were misty moments ago are now twinkling with mischief as I stand up and step out of my shorts. I fist my shirt, lifting it over my head, and toss it onto the floor before walking towards her, and with one quick move, I scoop her up off of the floor and feel a sense of déjà vu as she wraps her legs around me as I make my way into the bedroom.
Laying her onto the bed, I don’t waste any time, because I don’t know how long we have before someone notices she’s missing from her room. I suck her breasts into my mouth, taking turns with each one, gently teasing them as I slip three fingers inside of her and begin thrusting them in and out as I get her body ready for me.
“God, you smell amazing.”
Her body wash smells the same as her lotion she was wearing last night. As soon as it hits my nose, flashes of yesterday consume my mind, making me even hornier.
“Ooohh…my…I’m coming!” she screams in between fast, panting breaths as I work my fingers in and out of her, all the while teasing her clit with my thumb. I suck and bite a path from her breasts to her mouth.
I hover my lips over hers as I pull my fingers out of her and begin stroking my dick again as I line my swollen head up with her entrance. She feels warm, soft, and perfect as I slowly rock my hips, pushing my way inside her.
“As much as I’d love to go slow and savor this moment…” I lean down and brush a kiss to her lips before moving my mouth to her neck. I murmur against her skin as I begin thrusting in and out of her, “…we need to be quick before someone comes looking for you. Fuck, you feel so good.”
She feels like heaven and hell wrapped around my dick as I bring my mouth back to hers and get lost in her kiss, fucking her with everything in me.
She feels so good, but at the same time, so bad as I roll onto my back and allow her to take the reins. Raven has the kind of pussy I dream about being buried in every second of every day. Knowing that after today I won’t be able to feel her nails scraping across my skin, or hear the sound she makes as she comes around my cock, makes my chest ache to the point that it’s almost unbearable.
I knead her breasts as they bounce in front of me, and roll her nipples between my fingers, watching as she rides my dick, using it to chase the second orgasm she craves for me to give her.
“That’s it, baby. Let go of everything and just feel me inside of you.” My words are husky and laced with sex as I thrust my hips up, meeting her body every time she slams back down, filling every inch of her with my cock. It’s stretching her tight, delicious pussy and filling her completely, making her eyes flutter and moans roll continuously from her mouth.
I’m close to finishing, and I know she is too. Reaching up, I grab her head and pull her mouth back down to mine as I flip her over onto her back. I suck on her bottom lip, gently biting it and sliding my tongue along it as I thrust harder and faster into her. With every thrust, she screams out as I push her to the edge. She’s so close I can feel it as every inch of her body becomes rigid and her nails dig into my ass, urging me to fuck her harder.
As our tongues caress one another’s, and I feel her moans vibrate into my mouth, I bring my hand down to her ass, cupping it and tilting it up slightly, helping me hit her g-spot at the perfect angle.
Within seconds, she’s tearing her mouth from mine and screaming out, “Linc…oh, my God…Linc!” The sound of her screaming my name is my undoing. I feel my balls tighten up against my body and my dick pulsate as her pussy massages my dick.
Her body begins to tense up again as I start cumming deep inside of her. Staring down into her hypnotic and mesmerizing green eyes that are practically glowing from the high she’s floating on, I whisper to her, “Come for me, baby. I’m right there with you.”