Sugar Highs

You were the epitome of excruciating tooth pain. A breath too painful to take, a sinister flame slowly burning a hole through me and every nerve ending inside me. It didn't happen overnight. This thing between us couldn't be placed into a cliche box full of symptoms romantic comedies could diagnose. We were full of sly smiles and hurtful words. We threw them so often at each other, it became a weathered leather jacket we never left the house without.

I got to leave. I got to pull myself out this wild tide we created. I never meant to leave you with the darkest part of yourself. You came here tonight to remind me of it and how I was always wrong. Wrong about how I couldn't, in fact, keep it together the moment I see you enter the room, like I was supposed to. I was always voted the most likely to dismiss any whisper of commitment. I didn't know why. Being around you came with a subtle and addicting exhaustion, that I was irrevocably and unmistakably brittle enough to continue doing so, despite my best efforts against it.

It wasn't my broken gaze that intrigued you as you approached me, but how much of yourself you still saw in me. That's how I knew I was going to end up in between your thighs tonight.

"You're herem" you state with a raised eyebrow, as if you didn't expect me to face you at my own party. I wasn't supposed to. Our time had long since passed but seeing you here tonight, in that strapless black dress and spiked heels, did indeed remind me of how bad I was at resisting you.

"Where else would I be?" I counter, regaining my composure as I clear my throat and willed my cock to behave. And there it was. Your first sly smile of the night. It was a loaded expression on your pretty face, and it could mean a million things to everyone else. But I was the only one who always guessed right.

"Is there somewhere else we can talk?" you inquire, keeping your honey colored gaze pinned to mine as I swallow hard, and mentally regret everything that's about to happen.

"Sure. Follow me," I answer, placing our bottles of beer on the mantle above my fireplace. Your hand slips into mine so easily. I couldn't deny it belonged there. But you always did. You've held too many slippery hands to feel safe enough to let mine touch your heart.

After walking through the throngs of disapproving glances towards us, we finally make it to my bedroom, and I close and lock the door behind us. The bedroom was a few strides away from the pool in the backyard, and the lighting emanating from it was the only way I could see you sit on the edge of my bed. You were glowing with hues of blue and green while I stood against my door, waiting for you to initiate another regrettable moment.

"No cigarettes tonight?" I ask, breaking the obvious tension between us. The trip down memory lane was still foreplay to you, and I curse underneath my breath when my erection begins to strain against the front of my jeans.

"I quit. I heard they were bad for your heart," you say coyly, as you brace your hands on either side of you on my bed and cross your legs. I catch a glimpse of your pink folds, not covered by any lace or cotton, and I almost choke on my own tongue. You laugh and I hate you all over again.

"You don't get tired of making me wish I never loved you?" I ask as you crook your finger at me, beckoning me towards you. I have no choice but to obey. No amount of jerking off tonight could satisfy me like you always did.

"You say that as if that was an option," you claim, as the sound of a slow song mellowed down the party just outside my door and you begin to unzip my jeans. It was the only sound I could hear besides the quickening of my breath and the slow tempo of the song. Your heartbeat was always my favorite sign of resignation from you. It kept its rapid beating steady with every kiss I gave your neck, then your chest, and it increased the moment I unzipped the side of your dress. Your breasts still felt like warm pillows in my palms, and your nipples perked up the moment my lips hovered over them. You moan deeply as my mouth covers each of them. My tongue flicks over the taut peaks, then I bite down on the tender flesh, leaving my mark on you.

You smile in relief, as if the permanent scar I left in you had faded and you were glad I had given you something to hold you over in the meantime. You were so dark, so twisted, it filled me with an excitement I hadn't felt since the moment I decided I wasn't good for you and left you to deal with the realization that I was finally right.

"Fuck," was all I could say as my fingers dip inside of you and I find out just how wet you are for me. They were now soaked with your juices and I used your natural lubricant to stroke my throbbing cock. You part your thighs, and the aroma of your arousal makes me shiver with primal desire. I quickly place my mouth near your glistening folds and continue to stroke myself while I taste you.

Natural sweetness met my tongue and I was instantly pulled into the beginning stage of a sugar high. My blood pumped faster in my veins, and so did my hand, trying to stroke myself into an orgasm before I crashed. Your fingers tug at my hair, pushing me closer against you, letting me know you're moments away from spilling into my mouth. I decide I want to hear you whimper some more, so I force myself away from the river of your sweet nectar and stand above you, my hand still steady on my dick.

Fuck, you look so beautiful tonight. I want to fuck you until you believe it.

"I don't want you to think I came here for this tonight," you mention, as you lick your lips and get on your knees in front of me, taking my hand away from my prick before you place it in your mouth. I lost my fucking mind then. Or what was left of it. I don't care. I want to stay in this dysfunctional and euphoric world just a bit longer.

"I don't care why, I'm just glad you did," I answer huskily, while I slide in and out of those pouty lips of yours. Your tongue was releasing hell onto the tip of my cock and I almost collapse onto the floor. You chuckle and pull me on top of you, right before I feel my release coming. I pry your legs apart and pin your hands against my headboard, then position my cock against your opening. While I tease you, you look up at me and silently beg me to say goodbye once again. This is what you really came for and I had no choice but to give you what you needed this time.

I slip inside you, slowly at first, then slam straight into your core. You moan louder than you expected and bite your lower lip to stop yourself when I begin to pound into you. My thumbs knead your breasts, twisting and playing with your nipples as we continue to crash into each other with each thrust. I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't miss you, miss this, even the bad shit we've done to each other throughout the years. But it needed to end. Once and for all. Tonight wouldn't give us the closure we needed, but like every high we've ever experienced, it takes a while to stop wanting something you've overdosed on just to keep you alive.

Your lips capture my own the second your orgasm hits you, and your warmth makes it even easier to plow into you. Your come completely coats my cock and the moment I break free from your lips and glance down at the milky substance, I feel myself about to burst inside of you. I hold onto the headboard and keep still inside of you as my hot seed fills you and I come down from this sugar coma you've enveloped me in.

The endorphins swimming inside me mademe want to ask you for seconds, but I didn't want to push it. This wasn't over. Maybe it never would be. Maybe we weren't finished giving each other cavities. The only thing I knew was you were the right kind of sugar for my sweet tooth, and I was the right kind of pain that kept you from feeling numb.