"Rosie, look at me baby." She had her arm strewn across her face, teeth clenched. "No." She ground out resolutely. No matter how many times they'd done this she'd be extremely embarrassed. John kissed his teeth and grabbed the offending limb, pulling it away from her face.
He'd always loved looking at her. Almond shaped dark brown eyes that seemed black. A small flat nose that sat above her thick perpetually smiling lips. All of which sat on her sweet round face surrounded by large wild curls.
"Jay..." She whispered while he kissed each feature. He hummed to let her know that he was listening, just barely.
"No more teasing. We've only got an hour." Her midnight eyes gleamed. "Fuck me."
He cursed under his breath before sitting back on his heels, her legs on either side of his waist. John ran a hand down her face, to her neck, to her hip, stopping midway to pinch her nipple, coaxing a small sigh out of her.
"Is that what you want?" He slipped his hand right between her thighs, gliding two of his fingers through her wet folds. John slid them into her, watching her body wrack with pleasure. Quickly he pumped them in and out of her, using his thumb to press down on her sweet quivering clit. He raised his other hand up to her breast to capture the dark peak between his fingers again.
Rose moaned, pushing herself down onto his fingers as best she could.
"Mm, stop messing with me Jay. I need you." Their gazes clashed and Rose saw in his eyes when he'd decided to stop playing around. He pulled his digits out of her rather roughly and aligned his cock with the entrance of her throbbing sex. He bent down to kiss her before thrusting home.
"I'm going to fucking wreck you baby." He promised hoarsely into her ear before biting into the skin of her collarbone.
"Big talk." She panted, he always did that. The promises. She loved them, they made her shake with wanting. Nervous as she had been, as she probably always would be, taking him like this, letting him have her, just felt...right.
"Oh sweets, it isn't just talk." He laughed as he bucked particularly hard, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Again and again he fucked into her, whispering fervently about how wet she was, how tight and hot she was. How good she looked taking his cock. How much he loved her. And she would in turn respond with how hard he was, how she belonged to him, how she loved him just as much.
"I'm gonna cum." He groaned pumping faster and faster.
"No, no, not yet John please." She pleaded, desperate to claim her release. John only laughed, swearing he would take care of her.
John came first, filling the condom between them. However before Rose could recede from the edge she'd been on, he began massaging her clit, quickly and roughly, until she was yelling her climax.
John waited a moment to let her ride out her orgasm before withdrawing from Rose. Lazily he flopped down next to her, burying his face into her hair. Rose stared at the ceiling, silent, but breathing heavily.
"So good. You are so fucking good." He grinned and waited for Rose to respond with some sort of joke, like she always did.
Only she didn't.
Concerned, John raised his head from her hair and looked at her face.
"Rose, sweets, what's up?" Rose eyes stayed trained on the ceiling, bouncing from spot to spot, as if she was trying to figure out what to say. She swallowed thickly and turned to face John, whose handsome face was twisted in worry.
"I'm going to NYU," she whimpered, eyes shining with unshed tears "I'm so sorry Jay. I know we said-" she stopped when John rolled of the bed to put on his shorts.
"What the fuck are you talking about Ro? What the hell do you mean you're going to NYU? Like New York City?" His face was screwed up in anger and confusion. All of a sudden Rose felt 12 instead of 18, shame and guilt making it hard for her to breathe.
"Yes Jay. New York City." She couldn't look at him. She didn't have to, to know he was rooting his hands through his hair, face turning red.
"What about Stanford? Huh? What about our plans, what about you and me?!" He started to yell, but she took it, it could've been worse. After all she had betrayed him, he could've been crying.
"I gave up Toronto for you! Toronto! You told me you wanted to be together so I stayed in fucking California. Are you even listening? LOOK AT ME." The command was so different from the last time he'd said it, before it was love, reverence. Now? Now it was anger and frustration and...resentment.
