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Dillon
Ican’t sleep knowing Vivien is down the hall, most likely tossing and turning in bed like I am. Today was a difficult day for her, but she surprised me, like she has a habit of doing. She handled it far better than I expected. I’d like to take some of the credit, but this is all on Viv. She is so strong. So brave. And I’m craving her worse than ever. For the first time since the accident, I feel a kernel of genuine hope kindling inside me.
She still has feelings for me.
Feelings she’s fighting, but I can handle that.
Not feeling anything for me, or hating me, would be so much worse.
I slide my hand down over my stomach, wrapping it around my still-hard dick, deciding I might as well jerk off, right as the door opens, admitting a sliver of light from the hallway. My hand stalls on my cock, and I lift my head, spotting the shadowy figure in the doorway. “Viv?” She doesn’t move, standing rooted to the spot, and I pull my boxers up and climb out of bed.
I walk toward her carefully, afraid to spook her. I stop a few feet from her. “Are you okay?” She shakes her head, stepping a little closer. “Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” I brush my fingers across her cheek. She takes a step closer, and her chest brushes against mine. She’s wearing the Collateral Damage T-Shirt I left on the bed for her earlier tonight, when I harbored hopes she’d stay, and she looks so fucking good in it.
“Dillon.” My name is a whisper on her tongue, but it’s enough. I hear the pleading in her tone. Planting one hand on my bare chest, she peers up at me, and I see it all in her eyes. She won’t say it. That would be like admitting it to herself, and she’s unable to do that right now. So I’ll have to make the decision for her.
Taking her hand, I pull her into my semi-darkened room and close the door. “Are you sure?” I run my thumb along her lower lip, urging my cock to calm the fuck down because he’s excited and presently trying to poke a hole through my Calvins.
She nods, and I back her up to the wall, caging her in on both sides with my arms. Her eyes dilate as we stare at one another, and electricity crackles in the tiny space between us. Tucking her hair behind her ears, I inspect every inch of her gorgeous face. She has no idea how stunning she is or how badly I want her. This is the culmination of every fantasy I’ve had since we broke up. I lean down, dying to kiss her, but she pushes my shoulders and shakes her head. “No kissing.”
Disappointment crashes into me, and I could legit cry, but I force my frustration back down. This is about her. Not me. I don’t turn the overhead light on, figuring it’s easier for her like this with only a faint light illuminating us from the lamp on my bedside locker.
My eyes are glued to hers as I grip the hem of her shirt, slowly tugging it up her body. She lifts her arms without me asking, and I pull the shirt up, tossing it on the floor. Slowly, I drag my eyes down her gorgeous naked body, marveling at how truly exquisite she is, while precum leaks from my cock. It’s quite possible I might come in my boxers like a horny teenager. It’s been a while for me, and I’ve spent night upon night jerking off to thoughts of Viv, so it’s no joke.
My hands are trembling as I sweep my fingers along her velvety-soft flesh. Rubbing my thumb and forefinger across her nipples, I feel like fist pumping the air when the rosy-pink buds harden under my touch. Bending my head, I lave my tongue along each nipple, gently drawing her tit into my mouth.
“Not gentle, Dil.”
The unspoken end of that sentence is crystal clear. Viv likes it hard and rough. I was rarely gentle with her. Not until that last night when I made love to her with my very soul. But I know what she needs now, and I’ll give it to her. Dragging her nipple between my teeth, I softly bite down, and she moans, throwing her head back to the wall and her gaze to the ceiling. “So beautiful,” I whisper as I move my attention to her other breast. I spend a few minutes sucking, nipping, and kneading before I drop to my knees on the carpeted floor before her.
Pushing her legs apart, I take a few seconds to savor this moment. I never thought I’d get to taste her again, and my heart is beating so fast in my chest it feels like it might beat a path out of there. I rub my nose against her pussy, inhaling deeply, before I part her lips with my thumbs and trace my tongue along her slit from top to bottom.
A strangled sound escapes her lips as I lick her with a fervor that may well be the undoing of me. More precum leaks from my cock as I dive in, plunging my tongue inside her. I lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can get better access as I feast on her tempting cunt.
She is magnificent, and I want this for the rest of my life.
She pivots her hips, grabbing fistfuls of my hair as she rides my face, needing more. I haven’t forgotten how her body works, and I have no intention of dragging this out. Not tonight. She needs this release, and I will give it to her. I push two fingers inside her as my tongue swirls around her clit, and she rocks her hips against me, making all the sounds I love to hear as I devour her.
I add another digit, curling all three of my fingers in the right place just as I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she goes off, detonating like a firework on Halloween night. I pump my fingers harder while I suck her clit, keeping up my pace until I’ve milked every last drop of her sweet climax.
When I feel her sagging against me, I lift her up and place her on my bed, crawling over her. I want to kiss her mouth so badly, but I know it’s too much for her, so I settle for worshiping every inch of her skin, kissing my way down her body, as I grind my hips against her.
Her legs part to accommodate me, and I’m losing control of myself as I lick and suck her hot skin, thrusting my boxer-covered dick against her pussy, wishing there was no barrier between us and I was slipping inside her. Fingers thread through my hair as I adore her body with my hands and my lips. I stop for a second when my lips touch the edge of the scar on her lower stomach. Planting a slew of soft kisses along her puckered skin, I feel her flinch under me, and that’s all it takes to lose her from the moment.
“No!” she cries, scrambling off the bed.
“It’s okay.” I reach for her, but she crawls away, clambering awkwardly to her feet. “What have I done?” she sobs, ignoring me as she makes a grab for the door. I watch with a massive lump in my throat as she flies out the door, away from me, not knowing if I should chase after her or give her space.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I bury my head in my hands. The urge to cry is strong, but I can’t fall apart. Viv needs me, and I’m never failing her again. Decision made, I get up, swiping the shirt off the floor, and follow her to her room.
She’s curled on top of the messy bed, in the fetal position, sobbing into her pillow in an attempt not to wake Easton. Pain stabs me all over, and remorse fills all the gaps. This was too much. I should have told her no. This is my fault, and I need to fix it.
I pad quietly across the floor, climbing onto the bed behind her. She continues to cry as I sit her up, sliding my shirt down over her body. She lies back down, still crying, and my arms go around her as I spoon her from behind, pulling her body into mine.
I hold her close as she tries to wriggle free, but I’m not letting her. I’m not leaving her to deal with this alone. “Don’t fight this. I can’t go back to my room and leave you here crying.” I cover her upper leg with mine. “Don’t feel guilty for accepting support when you need it.”
“How can I not?” she wails, grabbing my arms.