“No. You’re too good for me.”
“Is that so? My priorities in life are to make enough money, so I never have to go hungry again. That’s it. How does that make me a better person, Colby?”
“You act like this isn’t a big deal. As though being someone who works against the law is okay. It isn’t, Andi. It’s bad, and one day it will catch up with me. One day, my family could be at risk, or I could be killed. I have enemies, lots of them. This isn’t the lifestyle to bring a woman into. I can’t blur these lines.”
He takes a step back and pulls from my embrace, but I step forward, closing the distance again. “You think you’re a selfish person, but you’re not. You do what you need to, to feel secure in this fucked up world.
“Christ, Andi. A couple of weeks ago, you bought groceries for the old woman in front of us because she didn’t have enough to cover it. That is the opposite of selfishness. That is being a good, fucking human being. You deserve to be with someone who won’t get you killed. Because you are a fucking ray of sunshine, brightening up these dark days, for me. I don’t think I’d have made it so far without you.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re dumping me?” My hands slip from his arms to my side, and my heart sinks into my stomach at the thought of losing him. This was never supposed to get serious. We both agreed, but it’s too late for that. I’m in too deep.
“No, baby,” he shakes his head. “I should, but I’m too selfish to let you go.” He runs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. His jaw clenches, as if he’s struggling with something. Finally, he huffs and says, “I’m fucking toxic, and I’m poisoning you.”
“What is so wrong with us being selfish together? Why choose heartbreak, when we can just be?”
“Because eventually, I am going to let you down.” He steps towards me, closing the distance again. His lips meet mine, and his kiss is deep, intense, and rich. Just like our conversation.
I snake my arms around his neck, pull him closer, and his tongue slips inside my mouth. I am so tired, but I’ve lost track of time. It could be four a.m., but I don’t care. It feels too good being wrapped in his long, muscular arms. Arms that were built to carry me.
His grip on me loosens, and he winces in pain when I squeeze his side. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he says.
“It’s not. You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care. I need you.” He shoves his hips against mine, and his dick presses against my stomach.
“You need me, or your cock does?”
He laughs and presses his forehead to mine. “I need you.”
I moan as he sucks on my throat. His hands slip into the elastic waistband of my pajama pants.
“Babe,” I say.
“What?”
I bite his tender lip, and he winces. “That, right there. You’re in pain.”
“Pain is better when there is pleasure. I need you, Andi. Take it all away.”
His head drops to the crook of my neck, and I hold him as he pants. My hand drifts and slides to the outside of his pants, and I grab his crotch. The heat of his cock warms the palm of my hand as I squeeze, loving how he begs for me.
His deep groan rumbles in my neck, the vibrations massaging my skin, and it tickles. I tease him more, squeezing and rubbing outside his pants. He is semi-hard, and I enjoy the way he hardens in my hand with just a few light rubs.
“What do you want?”
“Suck.”
I grin with my eyes on his as I drop to my knees. I already know what’s coming–how he likes it. Settling on my knees, I wrap my hands around the band of his pants, tugging them down to his ankles. His cock springs forward into my face.
I stick my tongue out and lick his length. My hand holds his balls, squeezing and pulling gently as I wrap my lips around the shaft of his cock. I moan as all of him fills my mouth, his tip hitting deep in the back of my throat.
Colby grabs my hair, and using forceful fists at the back of my head, he pushes deeper into my mouth. “Fuck,” His head tilts back, and he thrusts harder and faster. I know he’s about to come already. My tongue flicks under the tip of his cock, and he calls out my name. “Yes, Andi. So, good.” Cum shoots down the back of my throat, filling my mouth, gagging me. But when he tries to pull out, I don’t let him.
I suck hard, milking him until he’s dry, and there isn’t a drop of cum left. Colby has always told me how good I taste, but him? He’s just as good.
“I wanted to cum on your tits.”