Page 20 of The Loves We Lost

“Just this one last time.” She gasps, tilting her head to one side, allowing me better access.

“A farewell fuck. Seems appropriate,” I say, even as I wrestle with the fact that the last time we broke up, it happened and then I never kissed her again. This time I’ll know it’s the last time I’m ever going to feel her against me.

I slip the dress off her shoulders, and it slithers to the ground. And now I’m left with Vi in burgundy lace.

I lift her into my arms and back her up against the wall. She hits it with a thud, and while I feel bad, I’m more interested in the fact that her cunt is pressed up tightly against my cock, which is harder than granite.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I use my body weight to hold her against the wall so I can touch her.

Memory fights with the reality of us here, together, in this moment. I want it to be everything we had. I want it to underscore what we were. I want everything from her right now and nothing from her when we’re done.

Her tongue meets mine with hunger as I pull her away from the wall. Before I get to the bed, I’ve opened the clasp of her bra. Viola removes it before I’ve laid her down.

My heart stops for just a moment as I take her in. She’s on thick white bedding, and her sable hair spreads over the pillow. But the fuckingAaround her neck mocks me. The clasp has moved to the front, and I take a second to unfasten it and toss it carelessly onto the table. “Don’t want a reminder of some other guy while I’m fucking you, Vi.”

Her mouth opens as if she’s going to tell me about him, but she swiftly closes it.

Smart girl.

I slip my cut from my shoulders and lay it on the chair next to the bed with care. It’s the most precious thing I own. Viola watches as I remove my weapons.

“Don’t look at me like that, Vi.”

“Like what? Like the violent man you are?”

I tug my T-shirt over my head so I can’t see the disappointment on her face. Instead, when it’s off, I climb onto the bed and tug her panties down her legs. There’s hair above her pussy now. She used to wax, keep it all bare for me. It’s trimmed and somehow suits her better.

“I might be a violent man, but I’m the man you’re already creaming for.” I slip my finger between her lips and swipe some before placing my finger in my mouth.

Fuck, she tastes just as good as I remember, and a lethal cocktail of anger and need swirls through me.

“This is going to ruin the memory of us,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

“My memories of us were ruined long ago.”

And with that, I eat her pussy like it’s the last one I’m ever going to taste.

8

VIOLA

It used to be a rare occurrence that I’d say no to Miles Graydon.

It was impossible whenever he put that tongue of his to such good use.

Only now, he’s even better at it, and it’s the sharpest pain in my heart to consider why that might be. But the thought is only in my head for half a minute as the tip of his tongue flicks firmly across my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.

My back arches off the bed, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.

I bend my knees and grip his hair with my hands.

It might be years since I’ve had sex, but my body hasn’t forgotten how to do this. And after years of self-given orgasms, my body is ready for an orgasm at the hands, or mouth, of someone else.

“You still taste fucking amazing, Vi,” Miles says. For the first time today, there’s a hint of the old Miles as his voice loses the angry edge it’s had all day.

He adds a thumb to my clit while he licks and probes between my lips. I open my legs wider to give him better access. If henotices I’m tugging hard on his hair, he doesn’t say a word. If anything, it just makes him suck harder.

Before I can fathom how he does it, he’s turned me over, pulled me to my knees, and flopped onto his back between my legs. “Ride my face like you want it, Vi,” he says. Strong fingers dig into my thighs, chasing away thoughts of how I’ve been sitting in a warm room all day. How I should have showered.