He doesn’t answer, but his mouth and tongue are doing all the talking, instead, as I arch into him. Everything is soft and slow tonight, sweet torture as he brings me to the edge then pauses, over and over.
Once his fingers join the assault, though, there’s no stopping it, and I remember coming at least twice while biting my pillow and trying not to be the roommate from hell.
I remember being held close in his arms, against his chest, breathing in his scent, being encased in his warmth.
Being so content and sated.
And then, when a beam of warm sunlight came through my blinds and woke me, I felt all around my cold bed, and I knew he was gone again.
Sixteen
Emily
Some things are not quite right with Cole and me, besides the obvious. Waking up alone this morning, Cole absconding into the night again, is not sitting well.
I’ve been focused on trying not to overthink things, not make them unnecessarily complicated, and to be cool and casual. It’s also not the easiest thing to talk about, and frankly, I thought I was being silly, imagining things.
But something is not adding up, and I’m afraid I might know what it is. If I’m right, I can’t continue sticking my head in the sand.
“This is really weird and too much
information, but I need your advice,” I tell Makenna as I pace my bedroom. It’s the middle of the night in Texas, and it was rude of me to call, but she’ll forgive me.
God knows I’ve done it for her.
“No such thing as TMI. Spit it out so I can go back to sleep,” she mumbles in her groggy voice.
“Well, for starters, he won’t fuck me,” I blurt out. There’s no other way to say it.
“What.”
“Just what I said.”
“But you said… you told me about all the times…”
“Yeah, he gets me off, like, over and over, but it never goes any further.” I try to clarify, running my hands over my face in embarrassment.
“Is he… hard?”
“Very, all the time. That’s definitely not the issue.” All equipment is functional, highly performing, top of the line, by all appearances.
“Well, he said you could go slow. Does he know you want it?”
I stop pacing and look up at the ceiling, “This is so embarrassing, but yes. I have specifically said, fuck me, I want you inside of me, so on and so forth.”
“Maybe this is too much information,” Makenna giggles.
“It’s not funny.”
“Okay, okay, so then what happens?”
“He keeps, you know, doing what he’s doing until I have enough orgasms to pass out. He orgasms me unconscious every night. Like, with his hands and mouth.”
“Umm, wow, okay. On the one hand, that’s kind of amazing, but yeah, on the other hand, weird. From what I know about Cole, he’s never been one to pass up sex.”
“Exactly, he’s insatiable. And then when I wake up in the morning, he’s gone. Every time. Last night I asked him to stay the night, he ignored me, and you know, did it again, and when I woke up, he was gone.”
Makenna lets out a groan, and at least I know I’m not the only one who finds this bizarre. I’m not imagining it.