After she pulled her underwear down, she hesitated for a bit before grabbing my cock. I had to bite back a moan, loving the feel of her hand on me. I wanted to touch her—God, how I wanted to fucking touch her, but I couldn’t. Not when I knew I simply couldn’t stop myself from wanting that alone—I wanted it all. So to hold back from the urge, I placed both of my hands behind my head, intertwining my fingers together as I watched her work me up.
Up and down she stroked me. Softly. Gently. After a few minutes of her innocent and yet effective ministrations, she stuck out her tongue, curling it on the bottom of her lip as she shifted to straddle my lap.
Gazing down at me, her ice blue eyes darkened as she lowered herself onto my hardness. Gradually, I felt the wet heat of her core slowly opening for me, giving way as she gasped, holding back a moan as she gently sheathed me with her hot heat.
Jesus.Fuck me to the moon and back, I thought the moment she bottomed out and I felt my dick pulse inside her. She was tight, so tight I had no idea if there was space to move around much, but God, was she wet for me.
She then started rocking on me; slowly at first, holding back emotions as I remained in my stubborn pose, not willing to touch her.
“Greyson,” she choked out before throwing her head back, riding me a little roughly now.
Olivia looked beyond fascinating riding me. I didn’t want to blink in fear that I would miss a single moment; a single delicious stroke that evoked the most beautiful expression on her face.
How the fuck do I get over her?I worried as I longingly stared at her, enjoying what pleasure my body could give her. It was pleasuring me, too… but my heart ached. Soothing it with sex, no matter how amazing she felt, didn’t measure up.
I was in pain. No matter how I tried to make it go away, it remained in my heart, digging a grave in there.
Even though I was hard—too hard for her—I knew I couldn’t make myself ejaculate. With my broken heart, it seemed that everything was broken, too, including my sex life.
Her body slowly started trembling. She was close to coming as she gradually moved forward and tried to catch my lips for a kiss, but I moved my head to the side, not needing fake assurances—fake, in the moment comfort.
When she came, I felt her body tighten even more around me, choking the life out of my shaft, draining me dry as she yelped out a scream. After her orgasm, she dropped on my chest, spent and exhausted. I wanted to say something smart, something to provoke the situation, but she got to me first.
“This is my goodbye to you,” she breathed out. “Thanks for the memories.” It didn’t take her a minute to get off me. She took her underwear as she hastily put her clothes on.
I sat there, contemplating and speechless.
Memories; I had a lot with her, however it wasn’t enough.
“Goodbye, Liv.”I love you.
She gave me a serious stare. “I’ll see you around.” With that, she retreated, leaving me emptier than before she had barged in here. How was it possible to feel this crippled inside?
Breaking my promise with her, I reached out for the snow that was glittering at me with hope, but who was I kidding? I was a damaged guy. I was never going to be good enough for her. Deep down, I knew that, so why was it hard to accept the fact? Why did I always try to persuade myself that there was hope for me? Because I was a fucking idiot, that’s why.
CHAPTER30
Liv
“Areyou sure it’s okay to go out?” I hissed, eyeing him like he made the craziest suggestion.
He grinned, all cocky and sexy. “I want to celebrate Christmas with you. Come on; let’s go.” He pulled against my hand, leading us out the door before reaching his car.
It was Christmas Eve and we had eaten dinner and watched a feel-good movie. I thought that, after our parents had retired, Grey and I would remain downstairs and watch a couple more holiday-themed films, but no, he had different plans in mind.
We drove around the canyons with his hand never letting mine go as he shifted gears. After ten minutes, I got the idea that he was going to bring me to his spot—the plateau.
Once we reached the place, we got out of the car. He then went to the boot of the car and pulled out a picnic basket, a blanket, and dozens of candles.
He somehow made it feel like we were back in the cabin, yet this time, with the stars gazing and twinkling upon us.
Greyson might not know it, but he was the most romantic guy I had ever met. His small or big gestures gave the same effect—embedding himself inside my heart.
That night we slowly devoured each other while we were covered with a thick blanket, surrounded with dimly lit candles and the scent of pinecones.
It was the best Christmas to date.
I woke up in tears.