I took three determined steps towards him before grabbing his head and pulling it down to mine.
I didn’t come here just to check on our agreement.
I came here to sleep with my fake boyfriend.
TWENTY-ONEKYE
One minute, I was reminding her that I was already not sleeping with anyone, and the next she was kissing me like her life depended on it.
“Kye, do not question this anymore and please, please, just let this happen.”
I wasn’t going to question it. I didn’t know if I could anymore. Walking out of the dorm room earlier was torture—pulling my teeth out would have been more pleasant. I did want to sleep with her, and I wasn’t sure how to say it. It wasn’t why I agreed to help her move, but the wanting was still there.
Not sleeping with her had taken over every second of my day, and I didn’t think I could keep this up. I needed her. I needed her touch. I needed a break from the constant burning ache in my chest.
I didn’t say anything, but I picked her up, urging her legs around me as I shut, and locked, the door.
I had made my apartment a studio, the open space less suffocating to a boy who had lived in what should be considered a closet most of his life.
Now it made it easy to navigate, carrying her to my bed and laying her down as I crawled over top of her.
“So this is why you came here?” I asked, noticing the way her eyes went heavy as she looked up at me.
“I guess so. I didn’t know that until you said no one else was here.”
I leaned down, kissing her. “And now you want to sleep with me?”
“Yes. A thousand times, yes. I need to. Please, just let me sleep with my fake boyfriend,” she said with a laugh. “If you want to, obviously. If the touching is okay.”
“It’s still okay. Are you sure that’s what you really want to do?”
“Are you forgetting that I have been the one asking for this over and over? You’re the one that said no sex, so do you want to do this?”
“Mmm,” I groaned, and moved down her body, pulling her dress up. “Damn, Daze, you can say that you didn’t plan this, but you didn’t even wear underwear.”
“I really didn’t—” Her words died with a gasp as I covered her pussy with my mouth.
“Kye!”
Tasting her was like a drug. My mind lost as I pushed my tongue inside her.
She gasped again, and I pulled away.
“I will do that all night if you need, but right now, I need you.”
“Yes,” she said, the word short between hard breaths.
She was already pulling off clothes, and I sat up.
“Problem?” she asked.
I rubbed the back of my neck, realizing how unprepared I was. “About the not sleeping with anyone… That also means I don’t have condoms.”
She started laughing and moved to the edge of the bed. “Okay, I have to ask, how many people have you slept with exactly?”
“Two.”
“And how long has it been since you last slept with someone?”
“Three years.”
Her mouth fell open as she stopped digging in her bag. “Three years? How did you even manage that? Aren’t you, like, losing your mind or something? The guys I know around our age can barely make it three days before they are doing the dumbest things to sleep with literally anyone.”
“Taking care of things on my own is one, a lot easier logistically, and two, feels better than trying to grit my teeth and touch someone. Also, if you tell someone not to touch you during sex, they get weirded out and usually don’t listen.”
She threw her bag to the side, smirking as she held up a condom before pulling her dress off. She was half under the blankets but completely naked now, her hair off to the side, and smiling at me. “Do you want me to not touch you until you say you’re ready?”
I was already shaking my head before she finished her sentence. There had been small instances of liking someone, even finding them pretty, but it was nothing compared to the bone-deep need that she gave me.
Every fucking part of her was beautiful, and every part of her seemed to spark something inside of me until I was blindingly turned on.
“No. Just be you. Do what you want to do.” I crawled back over her, kicking off my sweatpants as I went. “I like when you seem to lose rational thought and touch me or say what’s on your mind.”
Her cheeks turned red, but she laughed. “I’ll be me, and you tell me if you need to stop.”
I nodded and I leaned down to kiss her neck, that same scent of lavender and mint already making me high.
My hands shook as I held myself over her. I didn’t want it to end. The idea of this being ruined was eating away at any mental stability I had left, but it didn’t matter. I was doing this, even if it was the last fucking time I ever did.
