Their voices drift as they walk away and that’s when we start fucking in earnest. It’s a race to see who comes first. I’m guessing him since I’ve already had two orgasms, but I can already feel another one forming, everything inside of me tensing up in anticipation. It’s going to be good. Soooooo goooood…
Eli grabs hold of me tightly, a moan sounding deep in his chest as he starts to come. Mine follows soon after his, my pussy milking him, wringing out his orgasm even more until we collapse on top of each other in a heap, his face buried in my chest, mine pressed in his hair.
We sit like that for a while, the only sound, our harsh breaths. My heart feels like it’s going to pump out of my chest and when I finally crack open my eyes, I stare out the back window, grateful to see no one around.
“Uhhh…”
I frown.
Something about Eli’s voice sounds all wrong. Like, terribly wrong.
“We probably…”
I pull away from him slightly to see his face.
He won’t even look at me.
My heart drops.
“We probably what?” I ask quietly.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have done that?” His gaze finds mine, and he winces.
The motherfucker actually winces.
I pull off of him, ignoring the sensation of semen spilling down my thighs. Ignoring the sympathetic look on his face. Immediately wishing I could forget this entire encounter. If I could punch him, I would.
I would! Right in that smug, beautiful face of his.
“You’re a dick,” I say through clenched teeth as I reach for anything I can pull on to cover myself. I feel naked. Vulnerable. Shaky.
Should’ve known this was going to happen.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
Ignoring him, I stumble upon his hoodie first, so guess what?
I steal it, yanking it over my head, grateful it covers most of my body, it’s so large. Smells just like him too, which is distracting and annoying.
“Come on, Ava. You have to admit what just happened was pretty—impulsive. And we’re not even together anymore.”
I stare at him, incredulous. I thought this was our shot to get back together. He’s the one who asked me to leave with him. I believed he was going to apologize and we could’ve continued on. A couple once again. Eli and Ava.
Ava and Eli.
“You were never going to apologize, were you?” I ask, my voice deadly quiet.
He should be careful right now. How he answers could make everything worse, or better.
“Apologize for what?” he asks with a frown.
A sigh leaves me. Eli is never careful. That’s what I both love and hate about him.
I’m such an idiot. Seriously. He probably just used me for sex. That’s it. He doesn’t want to be with me.
Not really.
“I’m wasting my time.” I spot my phone lying on the floorboard and snatch it up. Find my Vans and slip them on my feet. Forget the socks and my jeans and my sweater and the bra. Though I do wish I had my underwear, at least. “Where are my panties?”