Chapter 22
Olivia
My eyes fluttered open Sunday morning, and my head was pounding. I’d cried all the way home, tossing the papers in the back of my car. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I wanted to lay in bed and forget this bullshit ever existed. I wanted to let Wesley run free and block Destiny’s number. I wanted to take back the words I’d told him last night. I’d allowed myself to be swept up into him, just like I had been in high school, and now my heart was breaking.
Just like it had in high school.
Guess some things don’t change, after all.
I lay in bed and groaned as flashbacks of my dream came pummeling through my mind. All night long, I saw Wesley’s beautiful eyes. All night long, he devoured every inch of my body. His tongue had been down my neck, along my back, and between my legs. His tongue had drunk me down before pulling more juices from between my legs. His hands had roamed my body, massaging my tits and cupping my ass while he pulled my hips closer to his mouth.
I could feel my tits puckering as I thought about it, despite the night they’d had last night. Wesley had interjected himself into every part of my life. He’d peppered my neck with kisses and slid his arms around my waist. He’d slammed his hips against mine and pressed me into surfaces I’d never be able to get out of my mind. He’d shown me what it felt like to truly feel beautiful in the arms of a man, and as my hand slid down my stomach, I could feel my pussy already leaking down my slit.
I could still feel his hands roaming my thighs. I could still feel his lips against mine. My body flushed with wanton lust for him, ignoring the previous night and hooking my memory onto his lips.
Onto the loving man in my dreams.
My fingers parted my pussy folds before they began to roam. I squirmed underneath the sheets, his name whispering from my lips as my hips began to buck. In my mind, I conjured our first night together and all the positions he took me in. I remembered how cool the dusty wall was against my back as he filled me to the brim. I remembered how his dick pushed apart my swollen walls as I sat down onto his lap. I shivered at the memory of how his dick felt pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot come as he marked my body.
My free hand came up to tweak my nipples, pulling moans and groans from my body just as my fingers began circling my clit.
“Fuck, Wes. Yes.”
My body hummed for him. I wanted him there with me. I wanted his fingertips to be the ones between my legs. I dug my heels into my mattress and thrust my hips in the air while simultaneously thinking about how he pinned me down on the beach. My head dug into my pillow while my clit began to swell underneath my skin, and the words I desperately wanted to hear fall from his lips last night fell to the forefront of my mind.
“I love you, too, Olive.”
Tears lined my eyes as my fingers continued to work. My fluids coated my hand as they dripped onto my bedspread, while my chest began to heave for air. I could feel his lips everywhere. Around my nipples. Down my stomach. Biting into my hips. Marking the insides of my thighs. I felt his hands running down my back, tracing the outline of my spine before he slid himself into me from behind. I could feel his hips snapping against my ass, jiggling my body for his viewing pleasure as my fingers picked up the pace.
“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”
My head was spinning, and my legs were trembling. I could feel his fingertips in the meat of my thighs as I imagined my fingers to be his tongue. My pelvis burned for him, and my toes curled into the sheets, and suddenly, stars burst behind my eyelids as I fell to the bed in a heap of sweating pleasure.
I pressed my fingers into my swollen clit as my body jolted with my orgasm. Wesley’s name fell from my lips as my tits bounced with joy, my head pressing deep into my pillow. My wrist was beginning to cramp, and my toes were growing sore, and by the time my orgasm was finally done, tears were streaming down the sides of my face.
Because when I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw nothing.
No one.
I was alone.
I peeled myself from the bed and made my way to the shower. I didn’t bother to turn on the light because I didn’t want to see what I looked like in the mirror. I didn’t want to catch a glimpse of the woman who’d fallen from cloud nine and cracked her skull on the pavement. I didn’t want to see the flushed chest I could feel burning when I knew Wesley wasn’t there.
He’d never be there again, and I’d ruined that.
What did I do?
I reached into the shower and turned it on before I climbed in. I allowed myself to be overwhelmed by the hot water as it cascaded down my body, my tears intermingling with the spray as it poured down my curves. Trails of water fell from my nipples as my hair streaked down my back, and it wasn’t until I closed my eyes that I allowed the words to actually fall from my lips again.
“I love you, Wes.”
I leaned against the shower as memories continued to flood my system. Memories of how his cock felt between my lips. How it pulsed when I ran my tongue around its head. I thought back to high school and how it had filled me then, too. How beautiful it would’ve felt to have lost my virginity to him instead of to some bullshit college frat boy when I was drunk. I thought about how his fingers felt inside of me. How his cock pressed against every single part of me at the same time, igniting my skin with enough electricity to power an entire state.
I thought about how wonderful it felt to wrap my fingertips in his hair while his body slid down mine. I thought about all the positions I hadn’t yet had him in, like bent over the bed or him jamming his cock in my ass. I thought about the vibrator I could’ve bought to fill me at the same time, while he claimed my ass as his own, and throughout all this, I could feel my clit pulsing with delight.
My ass slid to the floor of the shower as I orgasmed without my touch. The memory of Wesley was so strong and the desire for him was so great that my entire body caved to him without his touch. Without his kiss or his tongue, or even his cock to run against my leg, my body was willing to fall apart simply by thinking about him.
Then, when my body was done giving itself over to his memory once again, I tucked my legs up against my chest and cried.