82.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.
My breath hitched as my mouth opened in an attempt to say something but my head was as empty as my mind and even though my mouth dropped open, I couldn’t say anything.
Pressing my lips together, I let out a silent frustrated groan as my fist clenched and my teeth gritted. Fuck, I hate this. I really do.
I hate seeing him like this, I hate being brought back to the realization of how powerless I am against him and how he has me wrapped around his fingers.
The sincerity in his eyes when he said those words were unmatched, it was the best, most perfect confession I’d ever heard, even from him but I knew better.
I knew better than to let myself go and I know that despite what my best friend had told me, the discussion we both had today, I couldn’t possibly confront him with the brimming love that I have for him.
A love so strong and deep that it could ruin me, I knew better than to let him know that despite everything, there’s a part of me willing to take him back.
Despite the humiliation and pain, there’s still a stupid part of me that folds anytime I see him. There’s still this tiny voice in my head that tells me that the worst hasn’t happened yet.
No. I can’t let that happen. I can’t let myself go just because of his stupid green eyes, his excruciating handsome features and insane aura that makes me want to touch myself every time I see him.
I’m better than that– Am I?
“What’s going on in your head?” I blurted out before I could even have a second thought about my words or get the chance to choose it carefully.
“Why? Just why do you keep doing this to me?” I added, my voice lower than I intended for it to be. My heart was racing and I just couldn’t look into his eyes without feeling an attraction that makes me act out of pocket.
I can’t look into his eyes with my breath catching, my thoughts spinning and my emotions whirling and skidding.
I can’t keep eye contact with him without wanting to kiss him, to feel his lips against mine, to touch his chest and feel his biceps.
The way his hair was matted down fills me with the urge to run my fingers through it, scattering it and the way his eyes bore intently into me makes me want to beg him to stay with me.
To always choose me, to put me above everything else that matters to him but I just couldn’t do that.
He has seen me desperate enough, I can’t possibly add to it, that would be extraordinarily humiliating and I wouldn’t be able to recover if after everything I still come second.
My heart wouldn’t be able to take it, my overthinking wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“You said it yourself,” I continued after a while of agonizing silence, “we don’t mix. You and I can’t get along well without something coming between us so, please, Enzo-” my voice broke and I had to take a breather.
“Stop saying things that make my heart flutter and make it all the more difficult for me to hate you,” I pleaded, “I want to hate you, No, I hate you and since I can’t have everything I want, let me have this one thing.” I finished.
My heart beat crazily against my chest and blood pounded in my brain, leapt from my heart and made my knees tremble because despite all I said, I don’t hate him.
I want him more.
I love him and he’s not making it way for me to hang onto the one feeling that could redeem me from him, instead, he inched closer as if he wasn’t listening to a single word I’d said.
He was tempting, too tempting to resist.
I could feel his breath, hot on my face. He came too close.
“Please, Enzo, Stop,” I pleaded silently, “I don’t know why I came here, it was a mistake so please, let me go.” I whispered but his grip only tightened.
He wasn’t listening to me or maybe he couldn’t hear me because of how ridiculously low my voice was. He was staring at me so much that I could feel his green eyes tearing at every inch of my soul.
“I’m trying to but I can’t,” He finally said something, his grip tightening even more, “why can’t I?” His eyes were darker and sharper than usual.
The lust, need, desperation and even anger shone brightly in his eyes as his fingertips trembled but he grabbed onto me even harder.
“God, I want you Maeve,” he breathed, my pussy not fully understanding what was going on purred as the air tensed and the chillness of the water cut into me.
“I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you, Maeve,” he went on, inching so close that even a mistake in movement would result to us kissing, “I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman like I want to fuck you.”
“B- But, w- we- we can’t do that.” I forced out, holding my breath and fighting the insane urge to close the tiny space between us and kiss him.
“We can’t?” He asked as if actually expecting an answer to his question, “or are you just scared you wouldn’t want it to stop?” He went on.
“St-”
“You’re scared you would want more, scared you’d be too powerless to stop me when I get started?” His words were having an effect on me, a really bad effect.
My nipples stood erect and my pussy ached, yearned to have his cock buried deep inside me but I can’t, I really can’t let him-
“You’re scared you’d want this to keep going on,” he continued, his cold, long fingers lightly brushing my pussy through my panties, “did you think I didn’t see you?” He asked and I breathed.
“Did you think I didn’t know you were touching yourself to the thought of me,” one finger sliding my panties to the side and I felt my knees go weak when his fingers made contact with my bare pussy.
“Did you know how I felt knowing you were doing that and I was unable to stop you?” He continued, the jealousy in his voice more obvious and his fingers more punishing as one of them stopped at my hole.
“I was jealous, bunnie, so jealous I wanted to cut your fingers off because they shouldn’t be there, my fingers should be the ones there.” He paused before pushing one finger into my wet, waiting, slutty cunt and I bucked.
“Enzo.” My lips quivered as I shook, my palm latching onto the hand that was taunting my cunt but he went on, sneakily adding another finger.
“Yes- that’s it, say my name.” He whispered into my ear and my back arched again as I pushed myself into him.
I can’t- I can’t do this. This is torture, it’s killing me but then-
“Enzo, I- I’m cum-” I whimpered, sobbing a little as I felt my orgasm build up. I was going to cum if he kept this up.
“I know,” he leaned in and our lips brushed, causing mine to burn with an intense fire like never before, “cum all over my fingers.” He urged and just like that, as if those were the words I was waiting for, I came right there.
My pussy let out loads upon loads of juice all over his fingers, my stomach tightened, heart raced and my breathing became uncontrollable as my body shook and muscles spasmed.
Why? Why did I walk in here?
Now I want more. Now I want him inside me.
The air became electrified and I could tell that he could feel the sexual tension just as much as I felt it. The heat was too unbearable to bear and even if I tried to ignore it, I’d be torturing myself.
Looking up at him with a veil of intense greed and lust over my eyes, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore as I closed that space between us, my lips grabbing his in a hungry kiss.
Straddling him, I pushed my body even closer as though I was on a quest to be one with his skin, I couldn’t get enough as my nails dug into his back and my tongue went deeper into his mouth.
Enzo responded in kind, matching my energy, his freak almost overpowering mine as his tongue fucked my mouth and his teeth bit into my tongue.
Both our breathing paced, we needed a gasp of air but neither of us wanted to break the kiss and so we just kept going.
His nails scratched my back and I moaned in his mouth, my flesh prickling at his touch as juice slid from my cunt and down my thighs.
His kisses were like dope, the more I tasted, the more I wanted. It was urgent and exploratory as pleasure radiated outward.
I shouldn’t be doing this. How did we even get here but I can’t seem to stop. I want to cum again but this time on his cock.
He pulled away from my lips and kissed my neck, biting it as I melted away like ice while his hands cupped my boobs and he pinched my nipples through my top.
“Are you sure you want this, Maeve?” He called my name and I have never felt an urgency to feel his cock in me more.
“I mean, I want to fuck you so hard that you can barely walk but I just need to-”
“Shut up!” I retorted, having no idea where I got the boldness but you can’t be getting kissed by Enzo and still be a coward.
“Shut up and fuck me as hard as you want,” I breathed, my chest heaving and I could feel Enzo smile as he bit into my neck.
“Is that all you want?” He asked, his question egging me on and I drew in a sharp breath as my mouth opened to relay what I wanted him to do to me.
“Yes!” I answered with an urgency, “I want to feel your cock inside me and I want to feel it now!”
I could feel his dick immediately get hard and throbbing at that thought, his cock was pressed against me and I could tell he also couldn’t wait to fuck me as he practically tore every clothing I had on me, including my panties.
He reached under me and slid his fingers in my throbbing wet pussy and I could tell he got even harder. He started rubbing my clit again and kissing my neck then shoulders and then my boobs, eliciting a needy moan out of me.
I whispered into his ear, “Harder, faster. I have to have you inside me and I have to have you NOW!”
I felt his arms and chest up and down and made my way down south to his thick, hard and excited cock. Enzo began rubbing my clit faster and harder until I was breathing so hard that it sounded like one big long breath.
I couldn’t hold back and I blurted out, “Make me cum NOW until I can’t cum anymore.”
He met the challenge and made my pussy so wet and wild that I couldn’t hold back any longer and came ALL over his strong amazing fingers again.
This isn’t what I want. I WANT HIS DICK!
“Fuck me now, Enzo!” I ordered, a hint of plea not found in my voice, “fuck me. Fuck me really hard until I’m passed out in your arms.”