27. Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tatum

Somehow, the conversation with Devon is stranger than the one with my father. What the hell happened in the short time I’d ran off to my room to her coming to my door? It’s like she had an epiphany and all was forgiven. Just like that, she’s let go of all the bad shit in our history and wants to move forward with a clean slate.

I should be happy about this. This is what I want from her. She’s where I need her to be now. Accepting of me. Vulnerable. But can I do this? Can I go into this intending to break her heart just to get even?

Yeah, I can. And I will. It’s the only thing that’ll fix what she did to me. And the sooner I stop worrying about it and just do it, the better it’ll be for everyone. I’m tired of living with this constant pain in my chest that she put there.

When the movie is over, I tell her to pick another while I go downstairs. I need a few moments to breathe and get my head clear. Kissing her fucked me up. My father fucked me up. Then her speech fucked me up even more .

This is what I wanted. This is the plan.

We’re on the right track. She’s basically offering herself to me. I can’t screw this up. I have to take everything she’s giving and give it back tenfold. I need to play this part. Act like I care. Get the fuck out of my head with these real feelings and just do what makes her happy. Should be easy.

I cut a large slice of the cheesecake I made earlier, add the strawberry sauce on top, then some whipped cream. Taking only one fork, I bring it upstairs to the theatre.

“Is that for me?” she says excitedly when I sit beside her.

“On one condition.”

She sits up, eyes on the dessert.

“What?” she asks with a curious smile.

“I feed it to you.”

Devon frowns. “Seriously, Tate?”

I nod, cutting off a small bite. I hold it out to her. She chews on the corner of her lip, her bright eyes holding mine. She leans in, and those perfect lips of hers wrap around the fork and all I can think about is her wrapping her lips around my cock.

She sighs, chewing the food, and her body relaxes against the couch.

“You did not make this,” she says after she swallows.

I cut another bite for her. “I assure you, I did.”

She takes this one without hesitation. She looks fucking adorable all bundled up in the blanket, allowing me to feed her.

This could have been real, if she hadn’t of fucked it up.

It could have been real…

No, Tatum. Stop it. None of it is real .

“More, please.”

I blink, and she comes back into focus. I cut another bite and feed it to her. I do this until it’s gone and put the plate on the floor a little ways away so I don’t step on it.

I shift on the couch so she can lay with me, and we fall silent as we watch the movie.

I notice her fidgeting and she crushes my balls not once but twice. When it doesn’t stop and she’s chewing on her nails, I pull her hand from her mouth and ask her what’s wrong.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying. You’ve been wiggling more than a worm for the last twenty minutes, and you’ve messed up your nails.” She winces. “Tell me, Devon.”

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“I won’t.”

She sighs and sits up, pulling the blanket tighter around her, making herself look like an Eskimo.

“On the way here, I said I wouldn’t let you have sex with me, but I think I want you to.”

“Excuse me?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, my dick already hard at the thought.

There is no way it’s going to be this easy to get into her pants. She can’t just offer it up to me.

“I know it’s stupid, and I hardly trust you with anything, Tate, but I trust you with this. I don’t want to do it with anyone else.”

“So, you don’t trust my words, but you trust me with your body?”

“I told you it wouldn’t make sense. ”

“No, you said I’d think it was stupid. It’s not stupid, Dev, but it does not make sense.”

She huffs out an annoyed sound. “I can’t explain it, okay? It’s just how I feel. I don’t want to miss this opportunity. We’re getting along this weekend, mostly anyway, and I have a feeling it isn’t going to last.”

Oh, how right you are.

Because once I break her heart, she’ll never talk to me again.

“Okay, Devon, sure. I’ll pencil you in for ten pm.”

Her hand slips out of the blanket and whacks me so fast I don’t realize what’s happening until it’s done.

“You’re a jerk!” she says, laughing.

“Never said I wasn’t.”

I pull her to me, and we get comfortable to keep watching the movie.

Am I really going to do this? Take her “virginity”?

Damn fucking right I am, and I’m not going to call her out on it either. I hadn’t expected this to be so easy. Calling her out on not being a virgin will ruin everything, and I won’t get another chance. I hadn’t expected her to want to fuck me until much later— after she had feelings for me. A month, maybe? I was ready to play this game that long, if needed. Whatever it took. But now that she’s turning the tables, I’ll have to do this differently. She can pretend to be a virgin all she wants. I’ll pretend too. But I plan to throw that in her face the second this is all over.

As expected, she falls asleep before the movie is done. She never could stay awake through a movie. When it’s over, I carefully get up and carry her into her room .

I’m not sure if she planned on me fucking her tonight, but it’s clear that isn’t happening now that she’s passed out.

Could this situation be any more perfect? I mean, I’m going to get revenge while getting laid? Fuck, I’m lucky.

The deeper she falls, the better. The more time I have to make her fall, the better. The more tools I have to make her fall in love with me, the goddamn better. I thought I would have to keep cooking for her, buying her things, taking her places… doing all that dating shit I can’t stand. All the things that make me not want a girlfriend. But now that sex is on the table and I can make her fall in love with me that way? Fuck, this is going to go so smoothly. I’ve had girls I don’t know tell me they love me just from me licking their pussy. When I show Devon what she’s been missing out on all this time, she’ll be putty in my hands.

I put Devon on her bed, keeping her all wrapped up in the blankets. When I pull my hands from beneath her, her hand finds my wrist.

“Stay with me?” she whispers sleepily. “Please.”

Abso-fucking-lutely, baby.

I crawl onto the bed, putting my phone on the nightstand before getting comfortable on my back. She moves closer, putting her hand on my chest and nuzzling her face in my neck.

“You always smell so good, Tate,” she murmurs.

I swallow hard, her raspy voice making my dick ache.

Her breathing slows again, and I’m sure she’s asleep. I stare up at the ceiling, wide awake for a long time. Normally when I can’t sleep, I work out. But I don’t want to move because I don’t want to wake her. Eventually, I fall asleep, only to be woken up by Devon rubbing my dick .

“Devon,” I say, pushing her hand away.

“Come on, Tate. You said you would.”

She sounds so far away, but she grabs my dick again, squeezing. She can’t be far if she’s touching me. I thrust my hips up, wanting more pressure from her hand. Wanting her mouth. Her pussy. Wanting her to make me come.

“Wake up, Tate.”

I blink my eyes open and find Devon kneeling beside me. My dick is out, hard, and leaking pre-cum that’s glistening in the soft light seeping through the curtains.

“You said you would,” she repeats, practically pouting.

For some reason, I feel differently about this whole thing now. Hesitant, like it’s a bad idea. Maybe because I’m half asleep and not in my right mind.

“Please,” she says, squeezing my dick again.

I groan. “Desperation isn’t sexy.”

“I’m sure you’ve fucked worse,” she says, and I smirk.

I grab her arm and pull her toward me, rolling us so I’m on top of her. She’s still in all her clothes—sweatpants and a t-shirt I can see the points of her nipples through. Settling between her legs, I look down at her.

“Are you sure about this?”

She nods.

Well, if she’s sure, I’m sure.

I lean close to her ear. “Say please.”

A whoosh of air leaves her lips, caressing my neck.

“Please,” she whispers, and I smile against her cheek.

She can’t blame this on me later… She’s the one begging for it.