Turns out, Hannah was really, really good at ignoring me. In addition to an embarrassing number of unanswered texts, she'd also ignored a bouquet of mixed flowers I sent her. One morning, I'd even dropped off a phone charger outside her door with a note that said: 'Just in case you need battery.'I'd officially run out of ideas. Which was why I decided to go out and have a drink with friends. 'A drink' turned into 'a lot of drinks.' And as more and more alcohol pumped through my veins, my need to see Hannah grew stronger and stronger. Too strong for me to fight. Alcohol had always made me crave the touch of another person, probably because I felt lonelier when I was drunk. But I couldn't remember a time where I felt that particular ache more than I did with Hannah.I was consumed by my need to hold her. I didn't care if everything was still up in the air, I just needed a good night's sleep and I always slept well next to her. I knocked on her door loudly. I should've been quieter, mor
Part Two"Because I'm in love with you."I took a step back. I was so certain I could've found a way to get Hannah and I past whatever was going on with her. I was so sure I could've fixed things. But I was honestly blindsided by her admission. It was actually the complete opposite of what I'd thought the issue was.I was convinced that she didn't want me to touch her anymore because there was a new person in the picture. She'd been so distant, so withdrawn. I figured maybe she'd met someone, someone she saw herself dating. I knew from the very start that our arrangement was temporary and at some point, Hannah was going to move forward in 'The Game of Life.' The rainbow wheel would spin and her tiny car would carry her across the tiles, off to the future she'd always dreamed of.A future I wasn't capable of giving her.My head was reeling. I didn't know how to even begin processing what she'd told me. The influx of questions and emotions rendered me silent, motionless, stunned. I shou
Surprisingly, Ellie was the one who snapped first.Although we'd never discussed it aloud, she knew not to touch me anymore. She knew I didn't want her to, so she hadn't done so in more than two weeks. Even if I could tell that it was incredibly hard for her, she was keeping her hands and mouth off me.Every time she beckoned to me, I still came over to her apartment. But it was usually for a quickie where I made her come once (sometimes, twice) before I rushed back to the safety of my own home. I'd begun to see myself as someone akin to a home-service massage therapist or maybe even a plumber, I did my job then I went home. Simple. Sure, I didn't make any money from what I was doing, but I regarded the time I spent with Ellie as my payment.I was still basically an addict and she was my drug of choice. I knew that continuously choosing to be around her was self-destructive, but I kept at it. True to the definition of insanity, I kept repeating the same actions over and over again, ex
I was so wrong when I'd assumed sex with Ellie wasn't going to be meaningless... It was. It was hot and exciting, but at its core, it was just a means to an end for her. She liked to have sex—a lot of it. She'd never hid that fact from me. If I were no longer in the picture, she'd probably go back to getting off with randoms.And the idea of her reverting to her routine of picking up girl after girl made me absolutely sick to my stomach. The thought of her with anyone else but me twisted me in knots. So, even if I lost a part of myself every time she used me, I allowed it. I allowed her. As far as I was concerned, I preferred her using me to her using someone else. It was the lesser of two evils.The contrast between who we were now and who we once were was so stark. I felt like the two sections of our relationship were completely disjointed from one another. I couldn't even get her to hold me anymore. Whenever I would try to cuddle with her after sex, she just ended up pulling away l
"Wait—" I interrupted her. I asked her to pull out, so I could get on my hands and knees. I turned around to look at her. "Okay, come get me," I rasped out. I felt my juices starting to drip down my inner thighs and I really needed to come again. And by the looks of her face, she really needed to come, too."Fuck, Hannah—" She shook her head, sporting the biggest smile. She bent down to lick the full length of my slit. She gave my left butt cheek a quick kiss with her lips before repositioning the toy at my entrance. She frantically pushed into me from behind and I squeezed my eyes shut. Unlike earlier, she didn't start out slow.Her hands gripped my hips tightly. She pulled me to her in time with each one of her thrusts, going deep then even deeper. Her thighs were slapping against my ass and I was screaming at the top of my lungs. I felt so full. Her pace was brutal but in the best way possible. The pressure and pleasure building inside my body were coming together, creating an infe
"That—" I shook my head in disbelief. "Fuck," I cursed, smiling stupidly. I was struggling to regulate my breathing. She crawled up my body before settling on top of me. She looked extremely pleased with herself. She leaned in to kiss me and I tasted myself all over her. As soon as I could breathe normally, I was going to show her smug ass that I was more than capable of going head-to-head with her in the bedroom.I was many things but a pillow princess was definitely not one of them.. . .Ellie: Wanna come over?Sticking to my usual pattern when it came to Ellie, I came running whenever she wanted to have sex with me. Every single time she looked for me, I'd be there as long as I wasn't busy with work (sometimes, even when I was busy with work). All other social events were back-burnered.My top priority was sex with Ellie.Whatever doubt I'd had about her wanting to sleep with me again after the first night we'd spent together had dissipated instantly. It seemed li