Page 76 of The Trolley Kiss
My eyelids are already halfway shut as I lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s okay. We have to work tomorrow.”
He places a kiss against the side of my head. “No sleepovers, remember?”
I’m too high to have a filter. “That’s an old rule.”
He laughs, squeezing me tighter. “Wait, do the rules expire?”
“Surprise.” I smile up at him. “I’m an ever changing, evolving human.”
He smirks. “You’re a one of a kind human, that’s for sure.”
I squirm, moving back so I can look at him with my legs on his lap. “You know I’m not, right? There’s probably twenty thousand people exactly like me.”
“Well, yeah, but the other nineteen thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine people wouldn’t put up with me, so I had to settle for you.”
I kick his leg, but he grabs my foot, pulling my whole body onto his lap. “Trust me, no one is as fucked up as you.”
I smile down at my lap before looking back at him. “Thank you for helping me learn to be okay with that.”
The mood in the room shifts. I’m sure it has to do with feeling every single emotion to its fullest extent right now. I want to open up to him. I want to be vulnerable with him. I want to give myself to him.
He brushes my hair back, not saying anything and letting me gather my thoughts. I give him a soft smile. “I’m scared that I’m not always going to be okay and you’ll tire of it and become unreliable.”
His smile catches me off guard. He cups my face with his hand, looking straight in my eyes, but it feels like he’s looking at my soul. “That’s okay.”
That’s all he says.That’s okay.He doesn’t try to convince me that he won’t do that. He doesn’t make any promises. He doesn’t tell me to get help. He accepts me. He accepts me as I am right now, here in the present. Fucked up and all.
“Do you want to fuck?” I ask. It’s the only thing that pops in my head.
He exhales harshly. “Yes.”
He’s on top of me in my bed moments later with our clothes making a trail on the floor to the bedroom. Every kiss, every touch, everything feels so fucking electric.
I spread my legs wide open as I lay flat on my back as his mouth devours my pussy. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. I’ve never actually fucked high, only masterbated. His tongue is like magic, but I want him. I want to feel him inside of me. “Fuck me,” I pant.
He doesn’t have to be asked twice, crawling up on top of me and lining his cock up. “Wait,” I say. “Do you like cock rings?”
“What?” he asks with a startled laugh.
I roll over to my nightstand and pull out the plastic package for the cock ring I got for free with my last vibrator order. “Here,” I say, handing it to him.
He pulls the wrapper open with his teeth, handing it back to me. “Put it on me.”
I smirk, pulling the small hole open and sliding it to the base of his hard dick. I press the tiny button on the side to turn the vibration on. He pushes me back flat on my back, grabbing my leg and wrapping it around his back as he pushes inside of me.
He sinks in as far as he can, and the vibrator portion rubs against my clit. “Mmm,” I whine. He somehow pushes in even further, holding it there against me. “Declan!” I gasp.
He can’t take any more of the waiting, fucking me so damn hard. He slams his cock into me so hard that I can’t even lift myself up to meet his thrusts. He pins me to the fucking bed.
He lifts himself up, leaning against his hands and looking down at me as he fucks me. Our eyes meet, and he gives me the biggest smile. It’s not sexual in any way. It’s pure. It’s genuine. It’s happiness. It’s the moment I know that everything is going to be okay. No matter what happens, I’m going to be okay.
The Last Thursday, Feb. 25
“I’m going to head home. I want to be there if Declan gets off earlier,” I say to Tiff, giving her a hug goodbye.
Her smile fills her whole face. “Oh yeah?”
“Shut up,” I say, smiling at the ground and grabbing my coat.