I crawled into Rosie’s bed around midnight. Our flight was boarding the next morning, but spending the night apart wasn’t an option. She was fast asleep—after fussing around Millie all day, being the perfect bridesmaid, and even running to a Target on the other side of town to get Millie flip-flops—the same necessities Rosie swore by—because she was afraid her sister’s feet would blister.
Baby LeBlanc looked peaceful, tucked under a blanket with her mouth slightly agape. Her eyelids fluttered, telling me she was dreaming. She had her two inhalers, orange tube of pills, and weird vest still dumped on her nightstand. This told me she passed out before she had the chance to get ready for bed. I slipped into the space beside her and spooned her from behind, clasping her close to my chest. She still smelled of sweat and alcohol, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She didn’t even take a shower when she got back home. My little savage.
“Dean,” she murmured in her sleep, and I hardened against her. It sounded more like a moan, but maybe I was hearing what I wanted to hear. We hadn’t had time to talk to each other all day, and I missed her like a fucking lung. Lungs. Her lungs were failing her every single day, and we were wasting days mostly apart. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could live without seeing her regularly, every day, at least a few hours a day. We couldn’t go back to what we were. To occasional elevator encounters, fake rent reevaluations, and light, meaningless banter that had no path anywhere worth going to.
“Dean,” she said again, her ass wiggling into my groin, begging for contact. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and pressed my cock between her ass cheeks, covered by nothing but thin, short pajama bottoms. I dragged it along her slit and let out a small moan myself. This time I wasn’t going to ride her without a condom. But she asked for me, so I sure as hell was going to give her what she wanted.
“Mmmm,” she groaned in pleasure in her slumber, parting her thighs a little to grant me better access. She liked it, so I took it as a signal to shove her bottoms down and stick my tip between the crack of her warm ass. Fuck. This girl. I cupped one of her tits and rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it.
“Missed me, baby?” I breathed into her neck, not really expecting her to answer.
“Yes,” she slurred groggily, still comatose. “I told Millie about us.” Her ass pressed against my shaft harder, and now half my cock was pulsating between its cheeks. “She’s happy for me.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I wanted to grab, spin, and eat her out, which was out of the question, because not only was Rosie asleep, her whole family was snoring, too. I heard the serenade of snorts on my way to her room.
This wasn’t the kind of conversation I was going to have with a sleeping girl, so I tucked my hand into her shorts and started rubbing her clit in circles, embracing her from behind and feeling my dick jumping and jerking between her ass cheeks. I wanted to slide into that hole. Bad. But anal was definitely one of those things you needed to talk about before you were doing it.
“Come on my fingers, Baby LeBlanc.” I slipped one, two, three fingers into her pussy and enjoyed the slurping noises as I pushed them in and out, slow at first and then faster when her hips started chasing my hand frantically. Pressing my lips to the shell of her ear, I hissed, “Come on, Sirius. I love you.”
Her orgasm exploded on my fingers, and she cried out, her lips parting in desire. I had to shove my forearm into her mouth to muffle her scream. Apparently, Rosie enjoyed being fingered so much, she rolled around on her back and sat on top of me, straddling me in the dark before I had the chance to react.
I still wasn’t sure if she was asleep or awake. She looked somewhere in-between. Her eyes were glazed-over, her lips red, open and inviting as she grinded against me, her bare pussy brushing my naked cock.
I desperately wanted to fuck her, but we still hadn’t talked about one little thing. (And no, it wasn’t the fact that I was in love with her sassy ass. She neither acknowledged nor heard it, probably, and it wasn’t even news to me. I always knew I loved her. Way before I admitted it to myself.)
“You on the pill?” I asked. If not, I was going to have to run real quick to the other side of the hallway and get a condom. I wasn’t even sure I had any. I always kept one in my wallet, but it hadn’t been replaced since that time on our first night in Todos Santos. Though I wasn’t above sneaking into Vicious and Millie’s room—yes, on their honeymoon night—and stealing his condoms while they were both there. Even if they were naked and fucking. That was how bad I wanted Rosie.
“No pills,” she mumbled, her body leaning back and slamming into me as she pushed my dick into her pussy. Fuuuuuck.
“Baby.” I grabbed her arm, kissed her wrist, the inside of her palm, and her fingertips a million times. “You’re kind of asleep. And I’m kind of a jerk for sneaking in here and fingering you while you’re borderline unconscious. We need a condom. Let me go grab one real quick, okay?”
But she kept going at it, Cowgirling the fuck out of me, and even though I knew it was a bad idea, my dick took charge and Yee-Haw’ed, telling me to fuck the consequences. Every time she came down on my cock and clenched against it, I wanted to plaster her to the bed and tell her to wait a minute. I even thought of flipping her over, scooting upwards and fucking her mouth with my dick to make it stop.
I tried to reason with my logic as I found myself helpless underneath her, unable to deny her what she wanted, even if it was crazy and dangerous. I’d been traumatized by Nina, but Rosie wasn’t her. Even if she got pregnant, no big deal, right? Luna was cute. Even though she had a “back-poop” today and Trent made me change her diaper. And maybe I could be a good dad someday. I just wasn’t sure nine months from now was a good date.
“No need, no need,” Rosie muttered, picking up pace. She was still kind of asleep. For an exhausted girl, she did a stellar job of riding me. My balls tightened, and I felt the familiar rush from my spine. I was going to come. I was going to come, and Rosie wasn’t on the pill.
Hey, asshole, you’re also an idiot, you know that?
“Baby…” I groaned, but it was futile. I wasn’t going to stop her, even if the reality of what was going to happen afterwards was going to destroy me.
“Dean,” she moaned. “Come.”
And I came.
I came inside her, twice at this point, without a condom.
She collapsed onto my chest after the act, nuzzling into my neck, my cock still inside her. I felt my warm cum dripping between us, sticking to my stomach, and felt the weight of my actions. It was a million times heavier than the woman on top of me.
“I came inside,” I whispered, to me more than to her.
Pressing her lips to my throat, she said, “I can’t have kids.”
And fell back asleep on top of me.
Fuck.
What makes you feel alive?
Love. When it is fierce and deprived. Raw and delicious. But it also reminds me that one day—soon—it will all end for me.