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can’t live like this anymore,” I rasped, nerves spasming. “I’m so hard for you I can’t fucking think most of the time...”
                  “Calum!”
                  I heard her orgasm tear through her, her breathless, high – pitched sounds sliding into me and going on full – attack. A harsh growl tumbled out of me and my fist slammed down the length of my cock, my hips taking off to the rhythm of her moans.
    My own orgasm surged out of the tip of my cock, my body arching into it.
                  I heard the desperate sounds leaving me. Heard Liv whimpering and mewling in my ear. My fist pumped, out of my control, wringing out wave after wave of hot cum as it lashed out of me and right onto the door of my fridge.
                  I couldn’t bring myself to care that I was coming on my fucking fridge. Just hearing Liv having an orgasm had ripped apart something inside me. My own orgasm blistered and grew, almost knocking me off my feet.
                  I came back to reality in a rush. My breath rushed out in a staccato. Liv’s breathing mimicked my own, small moans mingled in between. I could just imagine her, draped across her bed, her legs still open. I could almost imagine how her pussy would look, wet and swollen from her orgasm.
                  Waiting for me.
                  “Calum?”
                  “Yes?” I looked down, cringing as I saw the cum literally sliding and dripping down the door of my fridge. Holy fuck, where did all of that come from? I’d been draining myself on a daily basis...
                  “I can’t stand this anymore. I need to...to...we need to see each other.”
                  Her words made my heart freaking stutter. I inhaled, trying to calm myself down while still eyeing the gross mess I’d made on the door of my fridge. “I’m ready whenever you are. I’ve only been waiting for your sake.”
                  “Come over now.”
                  “What?” There’s no way I just heard that right. No way.
                  “It’s been a fucking month. I can’t do this anymore. I’ll text you the address.”
                  I just had to ask, “Are you sure?”
                  “Calum, do you want to see me?” Liv asked lightly.
                  “Of course I fucking do.”
                  “I’ll be waiting for you. I’ll text you my address. Let me know when you’re close.”
                  I didn’t even get another second to respond. She just hung up on me, leaving me standing there with my cock hanging out, cum dripping down my fridge, and my body roaring back to life. My phone vibrated one second later and I knew without looking that it was her address.
                  I debated it for one more second before snapping into action. I shoved my cock back into my jeans and rushed to find my damned shoes. I wouldn’t question what in the world was happening since I had a good idea why she’d lost her patience. I’d been on that edge for over two weeks.
                  I literally jumped into my shoes, grabbed my wallet and ran out the door. It wasn’t until I was in the elevator heading down that I looked at the text and realized something staggering.
                  Liv’s address? It was three blocks from where I lived. This whole time, she’d been right there.
                  Fucking shit.

9
                  I stepped out of the store, wine bottle in hand. I rushed down the block, passing another store. Flowers caught my eye. I about-faced and ran up to the flower stand. Once there, I realized that I had no idea what type Liv liked.
    Sighing, I picked out what looked like the nicest bouquet of mixed flowers. I paid the lady by the stand and almost turned to rush down