I lean my back up against my driver’s side door. A breeze cuts through the parking garage, prompting me to pull my denim jacket tighter to my body. My menthol hangs loosely from my lips as I shove in the cool summer evening. I pull my phone out of my jacket pocket and check it.
*Three minutes away.*
I shiver again. Not because of the cold, but because of memories. I can’t help but think about when times were simpler for both of us. I quickly open my messages and type out a text to a different recipient.
*Be home in 30. Finishing up at the office now. I love you*
The trademark sound of the text being sent echoes in the empty parking garage. Just as another breeze cuts into the open air, I hear a screech of tires a couple of levels below. I can only assume it to be him. I pull the cigarette out of my mouth, crouch down, and snuff out the embers on the pavement. I walk over to the nearby cigarette refuse bin and tuck the butt end inside.
As I turn back to my car, I see the headlights coming up to the fourth level. I pull out a mint and pop it into my mouth, hoping the peppermint will dull the taste of the smoke while I breathe out the last of it. I walk back to my Civic and open the backseat. I watch his car navigate closer before pulling into the spot across from mine.
I reach inside and make sure my paper box is still filled with a few the items I had packed up at my place. Trinkets, memories, photos from days, weeks, and months spent together. It hurts to be parting with some of this, but I need them out of my apartment. I’m killing myself looking at them still.
I pull the box out of the backseat and stand upright as the abrupt noise of a car door closing breaks the silence once more. There he is. It’s been long enough since I’ve seen him.
“Hey,” I say simply, my voice dwarfed by the venue we are in. A breeze whips through the parking structure once more, causing a howling on the lower levels.
His smile spreads as he sees the box. “So it’s really over?” his smile doesn’t fade. He walks over, standing closer than I expected as he takes the box out of my hands. “Have you been smoking again?” God, that fucking smile.
“I… I just needed a little nicotine hit. Nothing serious,” I justify to myself as much as to him as I hand off the weight. He glances down at the contents before nodding.
“Looks like you got it all. Is that the pictures from Cabo?” his inquiry hits close to my heart, spurring my memories of that trip. I nod in response, eliciting another smirk from those damned lips. The train of thought I was on derails.
Suddenly I’m back in that oceanfront. The breeze blew in gently, moving the curtains around as I rode on top. His lips found my collarbone, the name of my neck, and back down towards my heaving chest. I could still feel him down to the hilt inside of me just before…
“Figures. A lot of shit went down that weekend. I know I sure did,” he turns and walks the box back to his Mustang, leaning across the driver’s side to situate it in the passenger seat. I can’t help but admire the curve of his ass in his jeans. God bless, the man knows how to dress.
“We were something, don’t you think?” I muse while I shut my back door. I move around to the front of the car and lean up against the hood. His eyes glance to me and he nods.
“We were. It’s too bad too. I had another trip planned for Philly next weekend,” fuck I hate his ability to just name a place and destroy my train of thought. My mind turns to the suite at the Hilton. My hands tied behind my back, his lips searching the entirety of my skin. I can still feel his abs pressing against my back as he grabbed at every inch of me. It was like he couldn’t get enough. He never could.
“How’s the new guy doing for ya?” He asks casually. I come back to the moment as he ventures to the front of his car. I shift the position of the mint from my left cheek to my right before answering.
“He’s great. Respectful, handsome, gentle. The complete package,” I admit, my eyes finding the pavement. He clicks his tongue as he muses on the thought.
“I never thought I’d see the day that you settled down. You were such a rolling stone. Always have been, I think,” my eyes find him again. His head is cocked just a bit to the side while his eyes search mine. “It’s interesting, to say the least, but I am happy for you,” his smile returns, a bit sadder, but present.
“And I’m happy for you. When do you pack up?” I try to maintain eye contact, but I break it. I can feel myself enjoying emotions I hadn’t experienced in so long. I give my head a soft shake as I drag the wrinkled pack of menthols out of my pocket. “Want one?” I offer his direction first.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he swaggers forward and pulls one of the cigarettes out of the carton. Before I can offer a light, his hand is inside my right jacket pocket retrieving the Bic. He clicks it twice and ignited the cigarette between his lips before offering the flame to me. “I’m gone as of Thursday.”
The words send shivers through my body. Gone. Out of my life, out of sight, gone. He lets the button on the light go and the flame disappears. His hand finds my pocket again before I can offer a hand to take it from him.
“Don’t look too happy now,” he says with a bit of a laugh. I look up, suddenly realizing I had fallen silent. I nod once.
“Good for you. I’m sure you’ll love it out West. I hear the sunsets are gorgeous,” my words sound small again. My confidence wanes as I feel my phone suddenly vibrate. He must have heard it too, as his eyes scout my left pocket.
“Is that him?”
I nod again, pulling the phone out as I let the smoke spill out of my mouth. I start to read the message.
*No worries. Is there any-*
I am unable to read the whole message as his hand blocks the screen. I look up into his eyes once more. Those damned blue eyes.
“Don’t think. What do you want, right now?” His words pierce my body. I shake my head cautiously. His smile is gone now, and his words are serious. “It’s okay, Jules. It’s just us.” His fingers wrap around my phone and slowly remove it from my hand.
“I… I… Adam. I want my boyfriend, Adam,” I try to say boldly, though I’m not convinced myself. He raises his eyebrows and laughs. Not one of his usual charming laugh to win friends. His laugh mocks my answer.
“Bullshit. Tell me what you want, Julia.” I stare into his eyes. I feel the weight as my phone slides back into my left jacket pocket. I shiver agaisnt the cool summer evening once more.
“I can’t…” I shake my head, but my body betrays me. In an instant, my hands are touching his biceps, rubbing slowly up to his shoulders. “I can’t…” I whisper again as his head leans closer to mine. My cigarette falls out of my right hand as my lips meet his.
He spins me on the spot, suddenly pulling my body against him as his back rests against the car. I feel his growing bulge against my crotch as our tongues begin to investigate each other’s mouths. I close my eyes and let myself melt into him. I don’t remember it happening, but I began to crawl up into his lap. His hands grasp my ass cheeks and support me as he stands up.
Eyes closed, he navigates his way around the car to my backseat door. I hear the mechanism open and feel myself get tucked down through the opened door. My back hits the leather seat before his weight is on top of me. The door shuts and our mouths find one another again.
I shimmy my way out of my jacket, tossing it into the front seat mindlessly as his hands push my dress up from my thighs. I should stop him. I should stop this, but my brain is back in Cabo. I reach for his belt buckle and begin to undo his jeans frantically. He pulls my panties off and drops them in the floorboard as his lips journey south from mine.
“Fuck,” is the only word I can whisper as he kisses my jaw line, down my neck, and across my collarbone. Goosebumps rise all over my body as his warm hands grasp at the flesh of my ass cheeks and squeeze. I push the waist of his jeans down, exposing the briefs beneath.
“You said it,” he comments with a smirk as his big fingers begin to swirl at my pussy lips. I let out a groan and feel my body naturally start to thrust my hips against him. The wetness is undeniable, and before long he slides one finger inside. He works slowly, reawakening the hole he knew so well previously. We both know how wrong this is, but we don’t care.
“Please, sir,” I whine. Old habits die hard. I can feel his lips curl into a smile as he begins to slowly thrust himself in and out. He curls his finger, rubbing my G-spot so expertly. If anyone knows how to make me cum, it’s him.
His lips find my nipples. They are already erect, bullets of excitable flesh as his finger continues to work itself in and out of me. My moans fill the car and I grasp onto his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.
“You want me, don’t you?” he is picking his words carefully. He’s always been an expert at that. I nod and simply reply uh-huh, my brain unable to process much more with his finger inside of me. “Good girl,” my stomach does an excited backflip at his compliment.
His hand retreats, leaving my pussy a wet mess while he continues kissing, suckling, and nibbling my sensitive nipples. I know what comes next. His briefs slide down with his jeans, setting free an old friend. He takes the shaft and runs the head up and down my soaked slit a few times. I groan with each pass as he teases the entry.
“Tell me you want it, slut. Tell me,” his words are harsh but I can’t resist. I don’t just want it. It’s deeper than that. I need it.
“I want it, sir. I want it so badly,” I plead as he pulls away from my chest. He sits back, surveying the scene in front of him as his throbbing cock rests inches away. Even in the dimmed light of my backseat, I can see his smile once more.
“Good girl,” he slides himself inside without any more pretext. I let out a moan as he presses himself in to the hilt. I grasp at his arms, now posturing himself between the back headrest and the back of my driver’s seat. He lets himself fill me up, letting my body adjust for a moment before slowly pulling out.
He nearly pulls himself out of me before suddenly thrusting back in. I squeal in surprise, my hands grasping at his muscular forearms as he repeats this thrusting pattern. He seems content with the response he is receiving and continues for a few more moments.
“Please… fast…” my words hardly form between his slow, deep thrusts. His smile returns and he nods once in acknowledgment. His arms move from their positions, elbows landing on either side of my head on the back seat. Now hunched, he begins to pick up the pace.
The thrusts aren’t as teasing or long, but they are exactly what I need. His pace quickens by the second, pounding inside of me like we used to. His ball slap against my ass cheeks, emitting a *clap* with each successive contact. I moan for seconds straight as my hands grasp his shoulders and hold him close to me.
His lips find my jawline again, this time kissing back towards my mouth. When our lips meet again, a passionate tongue wrestling match begins again. It’s half love, half hate, all working itself out in these intense moments.
I feel his hand grasp the back of my neck. I know what that means. His quickened pace continues, but the force of his thrusts increase too. I would worry he may split me in half, if I’d never experienced this before.
His balls clap grows quiet as they prepare themselves. I wonder what he’s going to do. Regardless of my choice, his body weight on top of me prevents my vote from counting. His breathing gets heavier and he pulls out of the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine. Our eyes lock, blinking only as we need to.
“I’m… about to…” he groans, unable to even finish the statement as he thrusts in once more. I can feel each squirt of hot semen fill me up. My fingers leave scratch marks down his back as he continues to gently thrust into me, each load shooting deep into my pussy.
He rests on his elbows for a moment as both of us catch our breaths. We both know what just happened. We both know how wrong it was. But we don’t care.
His lips find mine again for a few polite kisses. He shifts his hips back and I feel his cock retreat out of me. A dribble of his cum leaks out onto the seat as I open my eyes again.
“Jules…” I look up at him with a soft smile. I know what he wants to say. I grab my panties from off of my ankle and use the fabric to wipe up any leaked semen. “I’m sorry. Really, I am. For how things… went.” I drop the panties in the floorboard as he buckles his pants again.
“This was the last time. We had a good run,” I admit as I slide myself upright, adjusting my dress as I do. He smiles and nods.
“Call if you’re ever out West, okay?” His voice is hopeful.
“Will do,” I respond, probably providing more Hope than I intended, as he opens the door once more and climbs out of the car. I exit out of the driver’s side rear door and we shut both doors at the same moment. I walk up to the driver’s seat and climb inside. I sit down and watch him walk back to his Mustang once more.
“This is the last time, Jules,” I repeat to myself as I turn the car on and begin to drive out of the parking garage and back home.
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