His hand starts jerking faster, the tip of his cock tapping my fingers that catch its smoothness now and then.
And he groans.
“F-f-f-fuck,” he exhales, and a shot of hot liquid spills down my fingers. He tilts his cock up just a little and squirts more liquid onto my belly.
He exhales heavily again, pressing his forehead to mine, and closes his eyes, going still for a moment.
When he finally opens his eyes, they are on mine.
He pulls away slowly, tucks himself in, and smiles.
But the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes when he says, “And you still have your cherry, petal.”
30
KAI
I shouldn’t have saidthat.
Fuck.
I am a moron.
What’s wrong with me?
I walk over to the wash basin, take a towel, and bring it over to Callie, then wipe her belly and between her legs, then take her hand and wipe her fingers, one by one.
The hot moment between us is gone. As if we were thrown into some sexual trance and forgot who we were.
I should say something nice. But then, I am not the nice type, right? She thought so for the longest time.
Callie gazes at me too timidly now.
I feel uneasy. I was never good with words. With her, I always fuck things up.
The disappointment in her eyes tugs at my heart in the wrong way. The words were harsh and unnecessary. As if I took what I wanted and pulled back.
Dammit.
I toss the towel into the basin and, without looking at her, go to the nightstand and pick up a cigarette.
I glance at her as I light it and exhale the smoke, watching her fumble with her bikini, her shoulders hunched.
She is embarrassed.
Fuck, dude.
I feel like a jerk.
Her bikini is wet just like the rest of her clothes, and before she puts it on, I take one of my shirts from the shelf and bring it over to her.
“Wear this. The rest of your stuff will dry by morning.”
I stand by the desk, smoking and watching her.
This girl was made to be adored. I wasn’t meant to be the one. But I don’t fucking care. I want to pull her into my arms and kiss her more. Again. Till morning.
And here is the fucking problem. What doesshewant?