Page 29 of Afterglow (Ottawa Regents #3)
You’re All of My Dreams Coming True
Fletcher
Two months with Behraz Irani isn’t nearly enough.
The calendar taunts that horrible, giant red circle around the date, glaring at me from the side of the fridge where it hangs. I’m tempted to hide it. Maybe if she doesn’t see it, she won’t remember.
I bolt over there to rip it from its place and toss it into the recycling bin, mixing it with some fliers and bills from the mailbox.
The trash drawer closes without a sound, and I fold my torso over the island counter until my forehead meets the granite.
I encase my pathetic face with both arms, the cool surface doing nothing to alleviate the blood surging nervously through me.
Remembering the night before only worsens it.
Behraz pushed me into a reclined position before thumbing over the crown of my upright cock, red and angry, shiny and dribbling pre-cum down its length. “Love when you’re so desperate for me, Fletcher,” she purred, her voice low and honeyed. “Makes me feel so fucking hot.”
“You are, Bea.” I couldn’t think of anything but her. “So hot.”
She moaned at the compliment, sliding over my slick cock with her naked cunt, sandwiching it between her flesh and my lower belly, but not pushing inside.
The teasing, fuck, the teasing would finish me off too quick.
My first time with her on top and I wasn’t sure if she was edging me or herself.
One palm posted onto my chest; Bea used her free hand to fist my cock and position it where she wanted.
“Bea,” I begged, hot need and desire taking over.
She inserted my cock into the glossy flesh with a soft simper, and I nearly blacked out from watching more of it disappear in her cunt. Something rumbled from deep within me.
“Do you like this?” she asked, her ragged breaths mirroring mine.
“Yes.” I clutched her lush thighs, her generous hips, leashing something beastly within me, wanting her to maintain control, wanting her to use me, use me to come.
She glided off, only to press her knees to my sides and take more of me. “Say it.”
“I…like it,” —I struggled to find words that weren’t yes or her name— “I like when you ride me.”
“Yeah? What else?” She impaled herself again, soaking my cock further with her arousal. “When you talk, I can’t hear myself think. Which is perfect, Fletcher, because my mind never shuts up. Keep talking.”
“You…Bea. God.”
“Yes, it’s me, sweetheart. Keep going.” Her head lolls back, tickling my thighs with the ends of her hair, grinding against me. “Tell me how it feels. How much you love it.” Her hips rolled and rolled, their pace becoming torturous.
“You’re my paradise,” I groaned, scrambling together thoughts at her demand. “Fucking love how rosy you get—your cheeks, your lips, your nipples” —I paused my grunting to crush her breast in one palm— “your cunt. All dark, wet, tight for me.”
“Fletcher,” she moaned again, keening at a higher pitch than her natural tone. “Hold on to me. Fuck me from below.”
I did, grabbing her ass and thrusting from below with an unyielding speed, losing my fucking mind at the way her breasts bounced.
“I’m so… unbelievably hard, Bea. I’m gonna come inside you.
” My girlfriend only moaned in reply, open-mouthed, every inch of her skin covered in a pink blush.
“Can I? Or do you want me to come on your perfect tits again?”
“Inside…I’m right there, so close,” she whined, moving her cunt in insane circles while I was still deep inside her. “Fletcher.”
“Fuck, my heart might give out,” I confessed, pulse rattling in my throat. “The fact that you’re sitting on my cock—” I groan loudly. “But I don’t want to stop, Bea.”
For the record, if this is how I’d go, it’d be worth it.
Her knees drew apart, sucking my cock in until I buried fully within her pussy. The harsh movement elicited another extended moan from me, the vibrations stilling Behraz in an arch as she finished with a series of shudders and igniting my own orgasm until she and I burned and burned.
Mind and cock emptied, I rolled us until she was on her back, staying pulsing inside her and pressing my weight onto her. We shared dazed giggles and ardent kisses, twining our fingers together.
“You’re a dream, Behraz.” I pecked all over her sweet face, the delicate skin of her neck. “You’re all of my dreams coming true.”
I scrub my face and tug at my cock as I stand, trying to rid myself of the memory and a raging boner, but it doesn’t stop the tears.
I’m a fucking idiot. To think I could live with Behraz and not fall in love with her to the point of breaking, to love her so deeply that it ruined me for everyone else.
I’ll never love anyone like her, and I don’t want to, either.
My knees buckle by the sofa, and I fall to the cushions, sobbing into my hands and yanking my hair until my scalp goes numb.
What if she wants to go? I can’t trap her.
I won’t trap her. Good, I’ll just die instead.
Perfect plan, Fletch. Well-thought-out. I sniffle loudly.
“Oh, my God, Fletcher.” Bea’s touch rouses me from the pathetic display. I didn’t even hear her come in over my own sniveling. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She wipes tear stains from my cheeks with her lips.
“I” —my lips suck in short breaths— “don’t want” —I try to reel in the sobbing— “you to go.”
She huffs out a quick laugh through her concerned smile. “Where am I going exactly?”
“Moving…out.” I gasp twice. “Don’t.”
“Fletcher.”
My head shakes side to side, inconsolable and weeping. “How am I supposed to move on after this? It’s like my dreams came true, but now they’re ending.” Bea shushes me, but I keep blubbering. “Am I expected to survive the end? Because it feels like I’m dying.”
“I mean, we said two months, but?—”
“I don’t care what we said,” I pout. “I don’t want you to go.”
She smiles, wide and bright. How can she smile at a time like this? “You want me to stay?”
“Yes.”
Bea hums, twisting her mouth to one side. “For how long?”
I sniffle again, then wipe it with the bottom of my shirt. “Is forever okay?”
“That’s funny,” she says, tipping my chin up to hers until our lips align. “That’s precisely how long I was planning to be here.”