Page 34 of Come Find Me Tonight

Don’t come.

Jesus Christ, do NOT come, Robby!

Waves crash along my dick as she releases with a blood-curdling scream. Her internal muscles have a gorilla grip on me, but I hold out. I brace myself by putting my hands on her hips, but her whole body is shaking, too.

“Feel better, baby?” I ask. Her whole body noticeably relaxes, and I graze my fingertips over her flat lower abdomen. “You did so well. Wrap your legs around me.”

She exhales, still coming down from the high, and when she’s ready, her smooth legs draw around my waist. I press my fingers into the sides of her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her, listening to her body with every stroke. I know she must be incredibly sensitive right now, so I avoid touching her nipples or clit and focus on my pleasure now. The pressure starts building up in my groin and thighs, and I know I’m about to give her everything inside of me.

And I thought I had a good pace for both of us until she intentionally squeezes her muscles around me, and that unravels me. I haven’t come in a couple of days—on purpose—and it feels like I dump a metric ton of come deep inside of her.

“Appa, you okay?” I ask when I catch my breath.

“Just so tired.”

I slowly pull out…for the last time. My chest tightens, but this isn’t about me. I get to my feet and head straight into the bathroom for a towel for her. I find a clean one in the darkness and return to her sprawled out on the bed, hands still tied.

Fuck, her shoulders must be screaming. I’m terrible at this.

I lean over and put the towel between her legs to catch any mess while I deal with her wrists. After I loosen the tie, she stretches her arms and rolls over onto her stomach, burying her face in her pillow with a groan. I reach down for my jeans and glance at my phone. It’s almost one in the morning…I got here at nine thirty. I hope she doesn’t hate me for edging her for God…three hours at least?

I sit on the edge of the bed and start massaging her shoulders. It wasn’t fair to leave her tied up for so long, but she’s resting now and will be okay. I lie next to her on the duvet and keep rubbing her upper back. I’ll do this until the sun rises if I have to.

Her breathing changes to its familiar heaviness. She’s asleep now. My breath hitches as I realize it’s nearing time to leave. I shift off the bed as gently as I can to avoid disturbing her. Reaching for my jeans residing on the floor, I grip the damn Polaroid in my back pocket. I look over my shoulder at her. She doesn’t know that our dynamic is about to change greatly.

Am I really about to do this?

I lie back down against the pillows, holding the square picture in my fingers. I briefly close my eyes and think about how she might react…

She’ll wake up in the morning and find the Polaroid on the pillow. Maybe she’ll scream; maybe she’ll cry. She’ll try to message me, but my profile will be deactivated by then.

No more Rook. No more twisted games. Just freedom to be us individually as we were, and if I bump into Appa in the future, that’ll be fate.

I really will love you for fucking ever, AppaPie.

But even I know that’s bullshit.

Lying here, I decide that the responsible thing to do is keep tabs on her from my personal account—just for a few weeks. Until I know if fate has granted me something to tether us forever. I’ll step up and be responsible if part of me stays in her with the hope that she’d want that, too. But the odds of that are slim.

This is goodbye forever.

Part Two

Chapter Sixteen

Appa

Everything hurts. My shoulders, my back, my legs. I asked for more from Rook. And he delivered, to the point I almost tapped out, but he read my body well and knew when I approached my limit. I stretch my limbs, evaluating how sore each one feels. My shoulders and neck seem the worst. Probably from being slammed into walls and having Rook’s cock forced down my throat.

I’ll make good use of the bath salts he sent me.

Although I haven’t had many, that was the best, most soul-shattering orgasm of my life. And would I redo last night? In a heartbeat.

My bed is warm this morning. Closing my bedroom curtains has become a bedtime habit, as if it’s a ritual to manifest Rook into the darkness. Last night, I must have left the curtains open, so the morning sun is pouring in. It’s all a blur now, and I can’t even remember what I had for dinner.

My sleepy eyes open, and I rub them with the back of my hands out of habit. A warm breath against my shoulder makes my eyes dart to the other side of the bed. He’s in my bed. A familiar face that I recognize…from somewhere. But he’s still here. In the daylight. I know he’s Rook, given away by his exposed nipple piercings. I drift my gaze lower over his abs. The white sheet covers his lower abdomen and legs, and he’s an absolute heater in my normally cold bed. He was soothing when I was in pain during my period, and I can picture him kicking the covers off himself in his sleep.

I reach up to whisk my fingers over his short black curls that rest on the top of his head. They spring against my fingers and are in a tighter coil than mine. The sides of his head are faded shorter, which he must get trimmed regularly to maintain. I trail my fingers down the side of his head, over his faded hair, and down his warm neck. I glance back at his face. He’s incredibly handsome, and I can’t believe he’s kept himself so hidden from me.