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Chapter 22

Kitty

Thoughts of Guy leaving ate away at me. He’d catch me at night sometimes, lying awake and worrying about what was ahead for us. He’d be off to the NHL, on West Coast time primarily, and I’d only be in my sophomore year of college. It was inevitably going to be hard.

Of course, our foundation was pretty stable. He was right that his prior love affairs weren’t even an issue. They hardly even had a chance to talk to him at parties, because he was like a vacuum attached to me. One unseasonably warm late winter night, we enjoyed a night of beer pong and shit-talking at a frat house. Guy’s arm stayed locked around my waist any chance he could get, even hugging me from behind when I was shooting the ball. I knew we were being nauseating, but I was obsessed. The rush of being newly in love clouded any doubts I had.

Guy oscillated between being clean-shaven for a week or so, then rocking the stubble. I enjoyed it, like getting multiple different versions of the same boyfriend. This was a stubble day. We were close to the end of our game, and Guy was intentionally missing shots so Colton and Violet would win.

“I wanna get out of here,” he rumbled low in my ear, nipping at my neck. His half-erect dick pressed into my back as he goosed his hand under my shirt to caress my belly. A jolt of pleasure rushed through me.

“Keep it in your pants, Stelle,” Colton called as he sank the final ball in our cup. Guy spun me to prop me on the table. I tipped the last cup to his lips and he let some of the beer run down the side of his face.

“Sloppy drunk,” I accused.

“No, I just want you to lick it clean,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.

“You’re something else tonight, Frenchie.”

“You’d better get to it, or else.”

“Or what? What are you gonna do to me?” I taunted.

“You don’t wanna find out, Birdy,” he said, gaze dark.

I tipped my head to the side. “Actually, I think I do.”

Guy’s eyes blazed into mine. He used his shirt to sop up the moisture on his chin and neck, took my hand, and led me to the door. I waved goodbye to Violet and she rolled her eyes.

“Have fun, you two,” she sighed.

He was trying his old tough boy routine, which frankly, was quite fun and one of my favorite things we did. Violet knew I was a sucker for Guy trying to act like he was anything but the sappy puppy he is.

On the walk home, he continually grabbed my ass. Because the night was warm for February in Boston, we didn’t have many layers on. Still, it was kind of chilly, and I shivered.

“Keep me warm,” I whined.

“If I keep you close, I won’t be able to wait til we get home. You have no business looking so good, Kitty Bird.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulder to show him that yes, he could control himself. To prove that no, he could not control himself, he draped his hand over my front and honked my boob.

“I’m glad you haven’t gotten tired of me yet,” I laughed.

“Tired of you? I’m fucking addicted, Kitty.”

We walked a bit longer in a tense silence.

“Let’s run the last bit. Come on. It’ll keep us warm.”

“Fine.” We jogged to his apartment. As soon as his front door closed, I was pinned against it with Guy’s mouth covering mine.

“Guy, Mikey!” I managed through kisses. Mikey often parked it on the couch for hours at a time, whether he was drunk or just wanted to have a public sleep. It was a whole thing. You always had to check for Mikey before sitting down.

“He’s out. Focus. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted you this bad,” Guy sighed, rubbing my center on his hardness. “I want you on the living room floor.”

Before I could object, his mouth was back on mine, deeply exploring and seeking me. He carried me to the middle of the living room and laid me on my back. Without breaking our kiss, he unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them and my underwear down my hips. Within seconds, his hands were on my breasts under my shirt as his tongue engulfed my pussy. God, he was so fucking good at going down on me, but even that intense pleasure couldn’t distract me from the fact that we might get caught.

“Guy, what if—”

“Shut up,” he ordered.

“But—” I objected, then shrieked as he turned me to my side to slap my ass.

“That’s what you get for not doing what I asked at the party,” he growled. The glint of joy in his eye and his erection straining at his pants told me how much he was into this game. I sat up and pulled at his button and zipper, unleashing him into my hand. I gave him a couple of firm strokes before licking a drip of precum from the side of his cock.

“Is this better? More of what you want?” I dared. Guy nodded, his eyes going hazy as he pressed his hips forward, putting just the first couple of inches in my mouth. I took the bait, sucking hard and stroking my tongue against him. He put his head back, sighing with a hand in my hair.

“Gorgeous, Kitty,” he got out before we heard a key in the door and Colton and Violet’s laughter. Our eyes met, wide, and we both rushed to pull our pants up and dash to his room.

“Kitty!” Violet called as we disappeared, slamming Guy’s door shut and locking it. My phone buzzed in my back pocket.

I threw it to the side, but not before reading the text.

Violet

Gross. I saw Guy’s butt

I laughed.

“Think something’s funny, Kitty Bird?” Guy challenged me, stooping down in front of my face. “Clothes off.”

Damn, this was the longest he’d ever held onto his tough boy attitude. It was a hell of a lot of fun. If it wasn’t fun, I knew I could tell him and he’d stop right away. We’d established a good rapport around how we played, and though we weren’t that wild, we’d decided to pick a safe word: peaches. We wanted to establish that feeling of security, so we could comfortably push our limits. It allowed us to deepen our trust and was another reason why I loved Guy so much.

I stripped and threw my clothes into the same corner as my phone, watching as he did the same.

“Hands and knees,” he commanded. “I want to show you how I’d have done you in the living room.”

I did as he asked and looked back at him.

“Eyes forward,” he said. “You don’t get to see what’s coming.”

A thrill rushed through me as he knelt behind me, rubbing my ass before landing a quick smack on each cheek. I cried out.

“Quiet,” he said, low and cool.

“But you’re not being quiet.”

“Yeah, but I’m in charge.”

Goosebumps erupted all up my back and my stomach tingled with the anticipation of what would come next. He was always chatty and kind of dominant in bed, but it wasn’t often that he pulled out all the stops like this. Guy cracked two more spanks against me, and I didn’t make a peep.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “Now you get the reward.”

He gave me tiny, pulsing thrusts with just the head of his cock. I mewled softly.

“You like that? You got soaked just for me, didn’t you, Kitty?”

I nodded, not looking back at him. Since I couldn’t see his body, it was the equivalent of being blindfolded, waiting to see how he’d play with me. It wasn’t long before his pace became punishing, punctuating his thrusts with smacks on my ass. His callused hands were grabbier, the spanks harder. He railed into me, reaching to the back of my head to grab a fist of my hair. I fucking loved when he was like that, completely wild and undone.

“You like treating me like one of your fucktoys?” I said, trying to provoke him to go even harder. Instead, it seemed to snap him out of it.

“What? Birdy, no.” He pulled out of me and helped me to my feet. He sat on his bed and brought me to face him in his lap. “You’re the only one that matters.”

His eyes searched my face, hands holding my waist, worried. Tough Guy was gone, vanished in seconds. Sweet, puppy-like Guy was back. “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. You’re the most important person in my life. You’d never be that to me. Do you understand?”

I was still recovering from the whiplash of going from delightfully rough sex to this emotional outpouring. “Guy, where is this coming from?”

“I never want you to think I don’t respect you. And I didn’t disrespect them, but you’re it for me, Birdy. When I have sex with you, it’s love.”

I wrapped myself around him tighter, a koala clinging to him.

“I know,” I said, wiping some hair off his forehead and pressing mine to his. “And just so you know, being your fucktoy is fun. I like it when you’re rough. I like you kinda nasty, just like I like you sweet. You don’t have to hold back that part of yourself to prove you love me. I already know. It’s part of how you love me.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “You couldn’t get more perfect, ma puce . You’re my perfect person.” He paused. “And just so you know, no one ever got it as good as I give it to you. You get the special treatment.”

I held his face in my hands and kissed him, Guy groaning softly into our kiss as it intensified. We grabbed at each other again, desperate, until he landed a loud, stinging smack on my ass.

“Looks like you’d better be my good girl and get back on this dick,” he said with a grin.

And I did, riding him with my tits in his mouth, with his hand on my throat, with him driving up into me with both hands using my hips as leverage, until both of us were screaming and gasping for air, his cum falling back out of me. Guy trailed his fingers through the mess.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

I’d gotten on the pill in the fall, both for my awful periods and so Guy and I could not have a kid. My periods remained painful, but not quite as long and heavy as they were without birth control. Blessing in disguise.

We lay in his bed, sticky with sweat and facing into each other. His massive thighs sandwiched mine.

“Everything’s going to be different next year,” I said, worry cutting into my post-sex haze.

“It will. It’s nothing we can’t handle, Birdy.”

“How are you so confident? When you moved away last time, you stopped talking to me.”

“It’s true, but that was for different reasons. I can’t imagine not talking to you every day after the way this year has been,” he said, stroking my hair.

“But I’ll be doing comedy after I graduate. There won’t ever be a time where we’re not both busy.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time.” Guy kissed me.

“Long distance is notoriously hard, Guy-Guy. There’s a reason people fail at it.”

And then he spoke the words that couples the world over said when they really believed it would be different for them.

“But they’re not us.”

Part 3: The Fall