Chapter 48 — One Step Forward, Ten Steps Back
1173 Words
I stilled.
My eyes snapped open, while my face hovered midair.
My lips quivered slightly as tears gathered in my eyes.
Both of these emotions were driven by one force.
Fear.
Oh God.
What have you done, Rosie?
“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…” I began, scrambling backwards, but instead—
His hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me towards his body.
“Henry—”
His lips slammed against mine, burying the plea beneath my lips.
I melted into his touch, moaning softly.
His lips moved against mine.
Hungry.
Needy.
He pulled me onto his lap, pressing my c**t right against his erect d**k.
Fuck.
I hadn't worn my panties.
(Who cares?)
I rubbed myself against him, as more arousal slicked out of me.
His hands found their way to my ass, kneading the naked flesh.
My fingers gripped his muscles, skimming over warm skin.
Henry moaned, causing my heart to flutter.
My fingers trailed higher, fisting into his hair.
He groaned, pressing my wetness harder against his c**k, while his hands drifted over my stomach in search of my boobs.
As soon as his hands found my n*****s—I jerked at the sudden rush of euphoria.
He pulled away, for a brief moment.
Then his lips latched onto my neck.
Sucking.
Biting.
His fingers fisted in my hair, pulling my head back to give him better access.
I mewled, dragging my fingers across his back.
He growled, deep and husky.
Suddenly—
He flipped us over.
My lips parted, ready to screech at the sudden action, but his lips slammed against mine.
Once again, burying the sound in my throat.
I wound my legs around his waist, pressing his length against me.
His hand gripped my breast, massaging the soft flesh and pinching the n*****s.
His teeth bit into my bottom lip, drawing a whimper out of me, but it was soon doused by his mouth sucking it.
The metallic taste of blood invaded my mouth, and surprisingly, it only heightened my freaky side.
I dug my fingers into his neck, causing him to grunt slightly.
His lips pulled away from mine, then latched onto my clothed n****e.
“f**k…” I groaned, as he suckled on it.
His fingers reached for my c**t.
Rubbing.
I trembled below him, eyes closed in ecstasy.
He moved from the first n****e to the other, giving it the same attention while he rubbed my c**t.
My legs shook.
Black spots danced around my vision.
He slid two fingers into me, while the other continued rubbing my c**t.
I felt that coil again.
Tightening.
Deep in my belly.
“He-Hen-ry…” I screamed.
He moved fast, switching from one n****e to the other.
Biting.
Sucking.
While he kept his fingers moving inside of me.
“So… cl-clo-se…” I rasped, shaking.
He added a third finger, causing me to buck beneath him.
“Oh, Go-God…” I yelled.
Almost.
Just a few more.
His mouth left my n*****s and slammed against my lips.
And that was all it took—
For me to come apart.
He didn't stop.
He didn't stop until my legs slipped from around him and I collapsed against the bed.
I stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed.
Breathing ragged, and lips parted in shock.
Henry laid down next to me, breathing heavily too.
I glanced at him, just as he placed an arm over his eyes.
As the ecstasy began to fade, I started feeling guilty.
He didn't move.
He didn't speak.
What was he thinking?
Was he regretting it?
I moved close, hands reaching for him.
“Henry—”
“Don't, Rosie.” Henry warned.
“Just… don't.”
I pulled back, as sadness washed over me.
We stayed like that for a while, thoughts spiraling in the uncomfortable silence.
The bed dipped beside me.
I stared at Henry as he climbed off the bed.
I sat up immediately.
Heart hammering in my chest.
My eyes followed him, as he began putting on his clothes.
“Henry?” I called.
He didn't respond.
He just slipped on his trousers, then walked back to the side of the bed he just occupied.
He grabbed his book and glasses, heading for the door.
“Where are you going, Henry?” I asked, getting off the bed too.
My legs wobbled slightly.
He still didn't respond.
Just as his fingers wrapped around the doorknob.
I rushed towards him, curling mine around his wrist.
“Dammit, Henry. Answer me.”
He turned around sharply.
“For f**k's sake, Rosie. What does it look like I'm doing?”
“Running away.” I sneered.
He scoffed, closing his eyes briefly as he ran his finger through his hair.
“I was this close…” he ground out, holding his fingers up for emphasis.
“This f*****g close to doing something we'd have both regretted.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Speak for yourself, Henry. I wouldn't have regretted anything.”
“Do you always have to be so selfish, Rosie,” he sneered.
“You know damn well how this would have made me feel, and yet…”
“All I did was kiss you, Henry. You took it further—”
“I am a man, Rosie!” He thundered, causing me to flinch slightly.
“I'm not some log of wood that you expect to touch and not get a response, especially when you know how I feel about you.”
I dragged my gaze from him, focusing on the floor instead.
“All you do is throw blame at me like everything's my fault. As if this whole situation could be solved so easily, but I just choose to drag it—when in reality, I'm the only one trying to hold these boundaries while all you do is cross them.”
I blinked back the tears threatening to spill out.
“For once in your f*****g life, take some responsibilities, will you? You're not a f*****g kid. You know damn well why this can't happen, and still…”
My heart clenched painfully.
His words.
His anger.
His frustration.
His judgments.
They curled around me tightly.
Leaving bruises and fresh wounds in their wake.
I sniffled quietly, wrapping my arms around myself.
I hated whenever he reminded me of the situation we were in.
I hated that I couldn't have him.
Worst of all…
I hated the wretched truth that spilled out of his lips.
He stared at me, exhaling quietly.
From the corner of my eyes, I noticed him reaching for me—but he stopped.
His hand fell by his side.
“I'll be in the other room if you need me, you can sleep here for the night.”
With that, he opened the door and walked out, shutting it behind him.
The tears I was desperately trying to hold back, rolled down my face slowly.
Fucking great, Rosie.
Just… f*****g great.
You managed to pull him close only to drive him ten steps back.
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