Chapter 26
Presley
"These past couple of weeks have shown me that, well, I'm a dumbass." I mean, I might as well call myself it especially since my mother pointed it out. “And that I've put you through all of this for nothing and I know that it's a lot to take in, and I really hope that you can forgive me. So…" I'm so nervous, and my heart is beating so fucking fast I can't focus on anything. The words just pour out of me. While I was sitting outside waiting for him, I promised myself that if he gave me even a minute, I would tell him everything. I just prayed that it wouldn't be too late. I just prayed that I haven't lost him forever. “I'm going to leave to give you your space and wait for you to think about what you need to think about." I turn and start walking to the door, every single step my feet feel as if they get heavier and heavier, and the last thing I want to do is walk out this fucking door. But I know that I just threw so many things at him at once, and he needs time to process it. I'm almost at the front door when I hear his throat clear, and I stop, hoping that he will tell me that it's not too late. Hoping that I didn't push him away for good. Knowing that if I did lose him, I have no one else to blame but myself.
"Um," he says, and I close my eyes for a second before I turn around to look at him. At this point, I'm not even trying to wipe away the tears because it's a lost cause. He stands there in the hallway, and I don't think I've ever wanted to hug him more in my life than I do right now. “That is a lot of things to take in."
I nod my head, trying to swallow but my mouth is so dry, and the lump in my throat grows bigger and bigger as time goes on. “It was a ‘go big or go home’ situation." I try to smile, but the tears just come, and I can feel my lower lip tremble. “Clarabella and Shelby said that it was do or die. Especially since you were dating." My eyes don't meet his, and I want you to date me.
He shakes his head and chuckles. “Your sisters are very aware that I'm not dating," he tells me, and I look at him shocked. “You don't think they came up to me yesterday to rip me a new asshole?" All that I can think is that I'm going to kill them when I speak to them again. Never during the whole time I poured out my heart to them did they tell me this. Not once. "These past couple of weeks I can't even put into words how it's been. I went from angry to hurt and back to angry again. But most of all, I missed you." He takes a deep inhale. “I’m not going back to how things were." The burning starts again in my stomach. "I don't want to never go out with you. I don't want you sneaking out of the house in the morning." I try not to get my hopes up as he takes a couple of steps toward me.
"What if we did date night three times a week?" I counter, taking a step closer to him, hoping to cut the distance between us. “Wherever or whenever you want." I take another step forward, hoping he doesn't back away. “And I promise to never, ever sneak out of the house in the morning." I don't tell him that what I want is for us to be in one house. That after being away from him these past couple of weeks, all I want is to be with him. "I want it all, and I want it with you.”
He takes a step toward me. “It’s been twelve years,” he points out.
“I know,” I say. “Trust me, I know. I spent all night going through it over and over."
"All night?” he asks as he takes one more step toward me, the distance getting shorter and shorter.
I can feel my heart start to beat so fast it might come out of my chest. "Since we are being honest." I tap my legs with my fingers to calm myself. “It wasn't just yesterday." I take one more step, and now we are almost face-to-face. “It's been from the beginning. I just didn't want to admit it to myself." I look down, and the need to touch him is so strong, but I hold it back. "I'm scared." I say those two words that I've never said in my whole life. Two words that make me feel the most vulnerable.
He puts his forefinger under my chin and lifts my head to look into his eyes. “You don't ever have to be scared when you are with me." His voice comes out in a whisper.
I raise my hands and place them on his chest. I can feel the heat coming through his shirt. I can feel the way his heart beats under my hand. “I promise that if you give me another chance, I will make it worth it." I lick my lips. “I'm sorry." I smile as the tears roll down. “I'm so sorry."
He puts his forehead on mine. “It's about fucking time," he says right before he softly kisses my lips. My hands move from his chest to his cheeks. “You aren't a dumbass." His hand falls from under my chin toward my hips. “But you are a pain in my ass." I throw my head back, and I can't help the laughter that escapes me. At that moment, I feel another kick, and I gasp. My hand goes to my stomach.
"It seems our baby"—I smile at him—“agrees with you." I take his hand and put it on my stomach, and now it's his turn to gasp.
"You got so big," he says, his eyes going big when the smile leaves my face. “I didn't mean it like that." I look down and see his hand on my stomach.
"It's not the only thing that got bigger," I mention to him, and my nipples tingle. "Also, I don't know what is in this baby thing, but I've never been hornier in my life."
"Is that your way of saying you missed my dick?" he jokes with me, and I cup his cock.
"You know what I missed the most?" I ask him as my hand rubs up and down his cock. “Having this in my mouth." I don't even wait for him to say anything before I sink to my knees, my hands working in a frenzy to free his cock. It takes me less than a second, and the minute I pull his boxers down, his cock springs free. “Hi." My hand fists his cock as I lick the precum off him. “I missed you, too." I suck the head into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the head of his cock before taking half of it into my mouth again. “Hmm," I say, closing my eyes and trying to take him deeper and deeper.
"Gorgeous." He says my nickname, and all I can do is open my eyes and look up at him as I swallow his cock. His hips move just a touch to feed me more of his cock. My hand grips the base of his cock, jerking him. "Shit," he says and then takes a step back.
"What are you doing?" I ask him under protest when he lifts me.
"I haven't had you in a long time." His lips crash on mine, his tongue sliding against mine. “And the last place I'm going to come is in your mouth." He wraps his arm around my waist and picks me up.
"Well, at least I know eventually tonight you are coming down my throat," I tease as he walks up the stairs and to his bed. “We could fuck on the couch," I plead with him.
"I want you naked," he states, walking into his room. “In the middle of my bed." He puts me down, and his hand goes straight to the string behind my back. He pulls it loose, and the top falls down to my waist. "Fuck," he says, looking at my tits that are busting out of this half lace bra; he cups both tits, and I hiss out.
"They are so sensitive," I tell him, and he pushes it down, and my tits spring free.
"How sensitive?" he asks, bending and taking a nipple into his mouth. Sucking it deep and then biting while his hand twists the other nipple. “Does this make you…" He moves to the other nipple. “Wet?"
I rub my knees together. “No," I reply, my eyes closing as I roll my head back. “It makes me soaked." It comes out in a pant. “Dripping."
"Only one way to find out," he says, and he slips the dress over my hips, and it falls to my feet. He turns his hand around and slides his hand down my panties. His finger slides in, and he groans out now. My hand finds his cock as I jerk him off. “I'm going to fuck your tits after."
"You can fuck anything you want," I tell him as he slips another finger inside me. “As long as you fuck my pussy first."
"That sounds like a plan," he confirms as he takes his fingers out of me, and I groan out in protest. “But first, I'm going to eat it." He bites my lower lip. “I'm going to eat you as I've dreamed about eating you this whole time." He rips my panties from my hips and puts me in the middle of the bed. "Spread your legs," he orders me, and he doesn't have to tell me twice. He gets on his knees in the middle of my legs. His thumb comes down, and he makes a small circle over my clit. “You like that?” he asks, and I can't answer him because I'm panting with need. “You like this?" He does the circle again. “Or this?" He rubs the head of his cock up my slit and then sinks into me inch by fucking inch. "Fucking tight," he says as his balls hit my ass. I can't help bringing my knees up and getting him deeper. "Which one do you like?” he asks.
"Your cock," I say, trying to move my hips.
He takes his cock out and slides back in again. This time, both of us moan at the same time. “Now, do you like this?" He slams into me finally, and I can't help but roll my eyes to the back of my head. “Or this?" He pulls out his cock, and by the time I look down, his mouth is covering my pussy.
"Fuck, fuck," I chant as he sucks my clit into his mouth and then licks down to slide his tongue into me.
"So, cock?" He gets up and slides his cock into me, and then pulls out, and his tongue takes the place of his cock. "Or mouth?"
"Cock," I say, arching my back, and my hands move up to my tits as I pinch my own nipples and roll them.
"Okay, cock." He slides his cock into me, and his balls slap my ass. He fucks me slowly four times before he pulls his cock out of me. “Or finger?" He slides his two fingers into my pussy and fucks me.
"Bennett!” I scream out his name when I'm about to come, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “Why?" I moan. “Why?"
He takes his cock in his hand and slaps it right on my clit. "Because I want my cock in you when you come." He slams into me. "Tell me how you want it."
"Fast and hard." I don't even have to think about it. “For round one." His eyes find mine, and then I look down and see his cock swallowed up by my pussy. “Round two has to be me riding you." One of my hands moves down to my clit. “Round three is with your tongue." My finger goes around in circles at my clit. “Round four is me in the kitchen bending over." I close my eyes as his cock rubs my G-spot over and over again. Sex with Bennett has always been out of this world, but with all these hormones in my body, this one is going to be one that we always talk about. “Then I want you to tit-fuck me and come in my mouth." His pace goes faster as his eyes watch his own cock. “I'm there," I tell him, and he just looks at me. “Right there," I say, and finally, I come all over his cock, my pussy pulsing over and over again and again.
He doesn't stop his pace. Instead, he picks it up, and when I finish coming, he slams into me twice more, and I'm coming again. “There she is," he says. “You're squeezing my cock so hard," he says between clenched teeth. "I'm going to come."
"My mouth." I say two words as I finish coming on his cock, and he slides out of me. I sit up, and the minute my mouth covers his cock, he places his hand on each side of my head as he fucks my face, and he comes down my throat with my name on his lips.