THE LAST OF THE GOOD NIGHTS

LOLA

Curled on the floor, in a corner of my room, I chewed continuously on my thumb nail, wondering if Freddy would ever come.

If it was the time before I broke up with him to marry his brother, I would have been certain that he would be here, but times had changed. It was just so unfortunate that my thoughts were still trapped in the past.

"F*ck it!" I exhaled, pulling myself up from the floor. It would have been easy to go take a warm shower, eat dinner, read a book from my endless collection of e-book and rest from the long day, but that was such a pretense at living a perfect life.

"What do you think I want right now?" I spoke, staring expressively at the image the bathroom oval shaped and plated edges mirror returned.

"You are a broken woman, and you are pathetic because of that." There was a very vivid voice in my head. I hadn't said anything, but I heard it loud and clear.

A smile warmed against my cheeks.

"Bold of you to return my question with another question," I snickered.

"A good s*x. One that would drive you crazy. A taste of the life you had let go by yourself."

I sighed heavily, a wave of emotion rippling through my stomach. 

Suddenly, every part of my body Freddy ever kissed tingled, and in no time, my entire body was vibrating where I stood.

I turned sharply to the bathroom door, staring hard at the solid glass. I felt the presence of someone else, but I didn't move.

A smile tugged at my lips, my eyes glistening to the excitement of having Freddy inside me.

I wanted to believe it.

"Maybe, he will come. Just like old times."

"And there is another possibility that opposes that thought."

I sneered, staring more at the image of my face.

Peeling my clothes off my body with that particular energy of someone being watched, I reached for the cold tiles of the bathroom wall.

My heart was pounding heavily, my thighs hot with desire and my p*ssy fluttering to the rhythm of it all.

Shoving my middle fingers into my mouth, I sucked on the thick skin of flesh like I had been created to do just that.

Confident enough to go down, I pulled my right leg up slowly, clinging to the wall for support, and then, I dug my fingers through my hole — slow, but impatient — my heart thumping all the way.

A groan escaped my throat — not some weightless noise that was born out of a flimsy passing emotion, my heart was heavy with the memories of two years, especially the ones we created when no one was looking, the ones we created with our bodies against each other.

My eyes twitched with tears, tears of a desire that was forcefully suppressed, and was slowly unravelling in an empty room — No company. No hope.

"Pathetic!" the voice in my head spat out. It was heavy, and had that conviction of certainty wrapped in every syllable.

I dug myself harder, my leg vibrating against the floor and my hand clutching the tiles firmer.

Throwing my head back, I groaned hard from want, my thighs cold and sleek from my own discharge, but my inside still full. Full of an energy that can only be expelled by Freddy's cock.

My stomach tightened to the thought of Freddy never coming to my room tonight — I went in harder, faster, even harder, my moaning a series of broken cries of hopelessness.

The weather in Norway was freezing cold, enough that Freddy's game almost got cancelled for weather inconsistencies, and everybody wore thick jackets to sleep even with heaters on, but at that moment, I was sweating hard — from head to toe.

My hair clung to my scalp and my fingers kept sliding off the bathroom wall.

Suddenly, a warm energy filled the space, and a long shadow stretched against the wall in front of me with the assistance of the evening light.

I groaned from the inability of my brain to interpret anything in their current condition, but I couldn't get my fingers off myself.

My breathing was hard and fast. The joints of my legs aching to how much work it had been subjected to for the past couple of minutes.

My vision blurred against the sweat.

He mumbled something I didn't quite grasp. I gasped for air.

"You naughty little thing," a hand came on my neck, the voice awfully familiar and his breathing accompanying mine with a practiced efficiency.

I gasped, my hand slipping off the wall, my stomach hollowing all the way down, it felt like I was falling through a hole, and just before my body slammed into the hard floor tiles, he caught my hand, supporting my weight from behind with his leg bent over.

I blinked severally into his face — those wet curls, and his bright eyes. He was wearing the top of the jersey he had just played with, and the smell of that game sweat still lingering on it slipped through my nostrils, setting my senses on fire.

"Freddy," my lips trembled with an undeniable hunger.

"I brought wine, but that has to wait. We can't help it," he finished, and before I was done processing his words, he pulled his lips over mine, cutting me away from whatever reality surrounded me.

My body was completely under his control as I fought for dominance against him with my tongue.

He helped me stand properly. With my lips still trapped in his, he pushed me over with a particular roughness that made my knees buckle — through the bathroom door, until I was sprawled flat on the bed.

"There's no going back now," he gasped breathlessly, pulling his shirt over his head, and quickly tugging off his pants.

I couldn't hold back, my waist was on fire and I was dripping uncontrollably. 

His huge palm caught my right br*ast, his gaze shifting to it immediately. I froze from the sensation of his eyes teasing my n*pples ceaselessly.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him towards myself.

"Don't hold back," I yelled, the desire turning into a gradual frustration.

He sighed. Catching my legs, he pulled me down the bed until his cock was dangling over my hole.