When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

“Harper!” I spin around. He’s there, breathing hard, eyes wild. “What the fuck was that?” I yell. “She’s nothing,” he says, stepping closer. “You know that.” “Do I? Because she kissed you and you just stood there!” “I pulled away!” “Not fast enough!” He drags a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want a scene.” “Yeah, well, too late!” I try to push past him but he grabs my arms, backs me up against the brick wall. Not hard. Just firm.

I was ready to come, my body shivering as though there was a lot to actually talk about when all of a sudden there was a pull out. He pulled his hand away, smiling in the process which made me frown. What was really funny? He had gotten to the top only to push me away. "Shit!" I screamed. I needed him to understand that I was in need of a man close to my side. "Calm down baby. I know you're right now, but rushing is no fun. What about me?" He asked, and immediately pulled off his cloth. The rate at which he did it shocked me, but then I didn't think it was bad. He was also needy.

His breath warms my skin for a beat too long before he pulls back. There are no words from him. Nothing. He just turns and walks away, leaving me standing there, heart hammering, phone clutched to my chest, the echo of his touch burning into my skin. I don’t move. Not right away. I just stand there, outside the restaurant, one hand around my phone, the other still hanging midair like it’s waiting for an explanation he didn’t give. What the hell was that? That’s not something he does. That’s not something we do. Not without an audience at least.

“Not even close.” Before I could throw up some witty comeback, he just pulled me in carefully and gently. At first, I stood there, stiff as a board. Then... I just let go. Leaned into him. I think we both were shocked that I didn’t pull away.

But then the guy grabbed Avery's arm, and she tried to pull away, and something in me snapped. I pushed Brooke's hand away and started across the room. "Bryson!" she called after me. "Don't you dare—" I was already halfway to them when I heard Avery say "let go of me" loud enough for people to turn and stare. The guy just tightened his grip, saying something about relaxing, about having fun. That's when I lost it completely. "Get the fuck away from her.” The guy looked up at me with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Chill, man. We're just talking."

His approach was forceful, displaying his intensity. The intimate sensation of his lips caressing mine and his hand tenderly releasing my neck, only to slide to the side of my back, sent shivers of excitement through me. Closing my eyes, I eagerly embarked on a deeper connection. Yet, abruptly, he pulled away, leaving me perplexed about what had occurred. In that moment, I couldn't decipher the expression on his face, and the darkness concealed any visual cues. "I said I wouldn't ask for more," he chuckled nervously, his fingers gently stroking my cheek to reassure me that everything was alright. Nevertheless, an unsettling feeling lingered within me. However, that was where the night conclu

Taide’s hands suddenly pulled away from my body, and he ripped his mouth off mine suddenly, turning his head away. I kept my legs around his waist and tried to pull him back to me, but he only drew further away until he finally pushed himself up so he was kneeling between my spread thighs. My chest heaved. Hell, we were both breathing hard. My breath came out in ragged pants that matched his perfectly, and he had his jaw locked tight and his gaze distant. I frowned, confused as to why he’d pulled away so suddenly. And gently, I ran my hand over his jaw, attempting to turn his face towards mine.

“Then I’ll just have to prove it to you.” I wanted to pull away. I wanted to walk out. And I did. I pulled my hand away from his, getting up without a word and walking away. He didn’t run after me.

“Even statues crack if you press hard enough.” He lowers his phone between us, types one-handed, and turns the screen so I can see. “Keep pushing and I’ll fuck you untill you you forget how to talk” I laugh. It’s the wrong response, and I know it. But I can’t help myself. “Promise?” I murmur. He pulls back suddenly, releasing me. I stumble slightly—not because he pushed, but because the absence of him is a fucking drop in temperature. He turns his back on me and walks away. Just like that.

He pulled away and stared into my eyes, and just when I thought he was going to finally kiss me, he pulled away. "Take a lap round the field," he said, turning away from me as if he was trying to hide something. His words didn't register at first until he spoke again. "What?"