I kissed my teeth, peering out of the window on my side. My breathing was irregular. From my peripheral, I could see, finally, that he was wearing an open dark blue vest, white dress shirt that was soaked enough for me to make out the muscle shirt he wore underneath, and his dark blue slacks that allowed me to see a print in his lap along his thigh that I shouldn’t have been seeing. Nonchalantly I adjusted in my seat, rolling my eyes to the window that had streaks of the sky’s tears across it.
XXXTENTACION’s piano came through the speakers lowly. I knew the song. Didn’t want to hear it, but I knew it. My eyes watered plenty of times because of the lyrics. He sang, “Mmm, baby, I don't understand this. You're changing, I can't stand it. My heart can't take this damage. And the way I feel, can't stand it.”
Aaron wasn’t playing the song on purpose because his phone wasn’t on the dock in front of the screen on his dash. It was on Pandora. Just before that, Billie Eilish crooned of how lovely it would be to be on the outside instead of in, so I knew that he had no control of what he was listening to. It told me that he must’ve been stuck in the same gray area I was in.
My jaw tightened as I fought my tears. “Why couldn’t you have told me?” I asked aloud before I knew I had.
Aaron didn’t return an answer. Instead, he accelerated the speed of the car as he pulled onto the freeway.
“Answer me!” I screamed.
“Don’t yell at me, Sasha,” he returned lowly but firmly.
“You could’ve said something! About the Melanie woman! About you! About your family!” Everything came out at once. Maybe I was holding on to it too much, so it was a necessary rant that I had to go on. “You said nothing, Aaron! That’s the same as lying! I thought I knew you! I thought I knew where we were going! What if I would’ve upset you? Huh? You would’ve changed and attacked me!”
His head whipped to me in that moment. His brows were heavily knitted as if to tell me to retract my statement.
Hurriedly I looked away as the first tear touched my already moist cheek. “Just take me home. I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want to see you, I don’t want anything to do with you. Just stay away from me. Tend to your crazy ex since she has a strong belief that you’re married to her. Is that even true?”
“No,” he quietly told me.
“Lies. I don’t believe you. I don’t trust you. That woman was adamant in front of your family and security that you were a liar and that you were married.”
“I was never married, Sasha. She left me. She left me for a job. We weren’t engaged. We didn’t even make it to having an official relationship. She was ashamed of me. I wasn’t good enough to meet her parents. Even my folks didn’t know we were together until right before she left.”
“Then why—”
“I was in love with her!” he yelled, forcing me to flinch. “I wanted way more out of her than she was willing to give! Yeah, I fucked her a few times, but not in the bed you’ve slept in, Sasha! Every-fucking-thing she touched is not in my apartment; understand? And it’s sad to say that I trusted you to keep us to yourself when I could’ve slaughtered your whole fucking family since our secret was out, but you don’t trust me enough to tell you the truth.”
“Leave my family out of this.”
“You brought mine into it, so yours is front and center. I can’t stand Crystal’s self-centered ass, but I put up with her for you. I could’ve walked the fuck out of dinner when your daddy went off, accusing my family of something we didn’t do, but I not only reinstated him, but also gave him a raise and a new position that requires much less labor. You think I did that for him? Hell no! I didn’t know him. Sasha, I did that for you, because he’s an extension of you! Melanie didn’t get that type of attention! Did she go to the spa on my dime? Did she just chill at my apartment? Leave clothes behind? Did she get to drive my car? Did she get my patience? Did she get any more kisses than you? Did my mama invite her on trips? Fuck no! And she was my mama’s best friend. Oh, and since we’re on family, think of Anna. Did she get a chance to hold Anna? Hell no. And I’m very particular about who I allow around my baby sister. Did I lie to you? No. Did I tell you? No. What the fuck did you want me to say to you exactly? I was going to tell you when the time was right.”
Foolishly I sat in my seat with nothing further to say. I was still hurt and he didn’t realize that.
At the apartment, soon after he unlocked the door, I was the first one in, fast-pacing to the bedroom so I could drop my bag, peel off my Jellies, and fetch a new outfit to don so that I could get out of my wet clothes and toss them in the dryer. The faster the better. I didn’t want to be near Aaron. I mean, I wanted to, but it seemed that I didn’t. Being near him caused this unnatural amount of anger to rise within me to the point where I wanted him to hurt just as much as I was.
Deciding to leave the clothes in the dryer, I pulled on the outfit that I’d previously snatched from the hanger and the sneakers I snagged from the closet. It was a simple t-shirt, jeans and deck shoes. I didn’t want to be here any longer than I had to be.
After opening the master’s bathroom door, I was caught in my stride when I saw a plate on the edge of the bed that had a turkey sandwich on it with the corners and crust of the bread cut off. Aaron sat on the opposite side without his shirt and his head bowed.
Cautiously I attempted to leave the room. My feet rooted when I heard, “I’m not ashamed of what I am, Sasha. I just don’t want you to be.”
I took a deep breath, trying to ignore his words, and grabbed my satchel to storm down the hall.
The moment I reached for the doorknob, I heard, “So, that’s your answer?”
My tears were burning my ducts from confusion and a hurtful hybrid mixture of anger and heartbreak. Slowly, I turned to face him, but at the end of the lengthy hallway was a kneeling Aaron with his head bowed once again. The longer I stared him, the more his features changed until he resembled a Dyre wolf. He lay there with his massive, furry head down. My heartrate escalated. Something forced me to retract my hand from the knob. On soft feet I took rickety, crooked, frightful steps to him. Those eyes looked up at me, filled with so much sadness that it almost broke my heart again. He didn’t so much as move. Still cautious, I approached him with my body becoming heavier and my eyes more and more misty.
I’m crazy. What am I doing? He could kill me.
He wouldn’t. He loves me.
He loves me?
Once I was close enough, I kneeled, simultaneously running my fingers through the fur atop his head with a lightly shaking hand. It was like petting a dog for the first time as a child.
He lifted his head to gaze at me. We didn’t tear our line of sight. It was really him, I realized. Really Aaron.
I sat on my bottom as I cracked a laugh with a new set of tears cascading down my cheeks. It was a shoulder-shaking mixture of a cry and a giggle. I didn’t know which I was doing at the moment, seeing as how I was doing something so unbelievable that it would make me sound like a crazy person if I ever said something to someone about it.
With my back against the wall, I combed my frizzy curls to the back while moussing Aaron’s fur with the other. He licked my left cheek, then lay his large head over my lap. Somehow, I found the courage to wrap my small arms around his neck, inhaling his scent as if I’d expected him to smell like a wet canine. But he didn’t. My cheek rubbed against his thick, shiny, properly groomed mane until I stopped laughing and crying like a crazy person.
“I love you,” I whispered.
Chapter 3
AARON
You could smell it
Sasha and I disclosed how much we hadn’t slept in a while, so our Friday night was specifically designated to sleeping. Regular couples raveled in make-up sex, but we chose to eat junk together to gain weight, and put on Supernatural on Netflix so that we could fall asleep inside each other’s arms. She called her folks to let them know she wasn’t returning until Sunday night just
to put their minds at ease. I figured we owed Diamond another brunch, so Sasha agreed to have her come up after we awoke.
To have her back filled me more than the vegan chocolate ice cream we mixed with the burned crumbs of the peanut butter cookies we made, fried chicken she threw in the air deep-fryer I’d never used, and the collard greens I kept in the crisper for my green smoothies. For her to be in the shower for the last twenty minutes, I was tempted to go in and claim what was mine in a way that would’ve violated her, but I promised her that I would wait for her.
Soon enough, she was easing in front of me, where I sat on the foot of my bed with Supernatural on the plasma on the wall I was facing. She wrapped her arms softly around my neck, where my face was dangerously close to her braless bosom beneath a white undershirt she’d gotten out of the chest of drawers. Our noses were touching. My lips were itching to feel hers again after so long. With ease, she straddled me; her nose never leaving mine. My hands smoothed up her thighs as my erection was threatening to poke the seat of her panties.
Finally, her lips touched mine. I couldn’t resist slipping my tongue into her mouth. My fingers curled, digging into the soft, roundness of her backside. Then, they slipped past the cotton where I could feel the heat of her eagerness and the wetness of her wanting right at my fingertips. It drove me to kiss her with libidinous passion, lifting her as I stood and laying her on the bed with me still between her legs.
With my superior sense of smell, the scent of lust and love was most definitely in the air. Only for a moment did I dislodge our lips, just to bite her bottom lip as the five digits on my left hand curled into only two stiff fingers to move her panties aside to get a closer feel of her nest. Hairless she was, with fat sex lips. I was aching to explore her tunnel. Instead, I lifted her t-shirt to kiss the chocolaty flesh of her collar bone, her mounds, her ribs and stomach.
Sasha’s breathing was uneven. I could feel how afraid she was that my lowering head meant that my tongue was about to whirl wonders about her womanhood. It was. I promised I’d wait for her. Tasting her finally would be harmless. At least her hymen would remain intact.
She needed me to take my time with her. At least, that’s how I felt. Hell, I drove Melanie crazy. Mel experienced the wildest toe-curling, hair-pulling, ass-smacking sexcapades ever. I’d beat the pussy red and make her go to sleep afterward. Sasha? No. Gently I planted a kiss on the inside of her right thigh first. Then, her left. She inwardly hissed, covering her eyes.
To settle her reserves, I rose from my knees and fetched a black, silk ribbon from the master’s closet to blindfold her.
“Aaron,” she whined.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered. Gently I lay her back on the bed. “If you need a safe word, it’ll be lucky.”
“Lucky?”
There was no other word from me. I was already rounding the bed and had dropped a pillow on the floor to support my knees. I was going to be there for a while.
“Aaron, I’m nerv—”
I kissed her fatness, raising my tongue between the slit.
“Ooooh,” she sang for me, threatening to close her thighs around my head.
Forcefully I pushed her thighs apart and back so that she couldn’t do it again. “I dare you to try it again.”
Her legs slowly closed again when feeling my tongue against her unmentionable lips. Again, I pried them open, slapping her pussy. She gasped.
“Try it again.”
“Oh, Aaron.” Her words were innocent yet breathy.
Planting kisses at her center, my tongue slipped between her gate, locating her precious pearl. She could feel my suction. I knew so with the breath she drew in and the arch she placed in her back. I lapped up her pink insides as though she’d been leaking. One thing vampires didn’t have on wolf-shifters was the tongue-y talents we provided. Sure, they were smooth motherfuckers, but no mate anywhere could resist the twirls, the curve or the repeated flicker of that one muscle inside our mouths. I knew Sasha couldn’t with how she moaned.
She wiggled, trying to push at the crown of my head, yet she was no match for my sudden grip at her waist to pull her back to the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” I demanded, just before plunging my face inside her thickness.
“Aaron, I’m-I’m—”
I pulled her thighs over my shoulders as I continued to feast on my woman, wanting every drop, every fill, and every wave of her splash.
Her back shot up from the sheets, howling to the heavens. I simply pushed her shoulder to make her lay back down so that I could get my main course out of the way and prepare for dessert.
“Aaron! Oh my God! Aaaaaron!”
To shush her some, my hand roved over her torso, up her chest, chin and lips, inserting two fingers into her mouth. Her juicy lips circled around my fingers. Just after, her moans were the only thing I heard, but I did feel how her tongue flickered my fingers and sucked them. I wasn’t so sure if Sasha was experienced in fellatio, but with the way she was working the hell out of my fingers, I had to find out for myself.
She growled when feeling my tongue dip a little lower than her tunnel. Her feet were placed against my shoulders so that I could get my full serving of cake. I didn’t want just a slice; I needed the whole three tiers. Finally, Sasha’s thighs tightened and shook. Her suction around my fingers was more aggressive before she released them, tilting her head back to cry out into the room. Twice more did I make her cream and gush with a vengeance before I wanted to test out my theory of her talents.
By her shirt I pulled her up. Next, I cupped her chin, gently massaging her cheek with my thumb, all the while guiding her mouth to my awaiting, stiff, pulsating rod. She had me so much at attention with her moans and pleas that my veins were threatening to burst through my skin.
I thought feeling the head against her lips would’ve prompted her to pull away and scream at me. However, my good girl slowly opened her mouth, allowing me to slide my member over her tongue. With rhythm I entered and exited her mouth without choking her. With the same suction she used on my fingers, she applied it to my dick. My head reclined as I inwardly hissed at her circling tongue. If Sasha had never done this before, she damn sure could’ve fooled me. Her teeth scraped me a few times which told me that she wasn’t exactly an expert, but I didn’t expect her to be.
Still blindfolded, her small hand wrapped around my pole and squeezed. The more I worked myself into her mouth, the closer I was to shooting something inside her throat that didn’t taste anywhere near the same as what we gobbled prior to this moment. My fingers got tangled into her hair, when I noticed that it wasn’t just me doing all the work. Sasha’s head was matching my rhythm. That drove me closer to an edge she would hate for me to cross. The exact moment she moaned, I pulled out of her jaws, but not fast enough for my cream to miss her thighs.
“Lucky,” she mumbled, lifting her blindfold. “Really, Aaron? I was just getting used to it.”
“This was your fault.” I chuckled, watching the small S shapes I was creating along her thighs. “You did this, not me, Sasha.”
She pushed me away and headed into the bathroom to fetch two hot towels so that we could properly clean ourselves. “You’re not going to apologize?”
“Hell no. That shit was good. I’m surprised you’re able to walk.”
Playfully she pushed me once more, sashaying inside the bathroom to handle her business in private as if the light from the TV hadn’t helped me to discover all that was below her waist. I bit my bottom lip as I followed. I needed to wash her residue off my face and brush my teeth after I took her little ass around the world at least one more time before we called it a night.
Chapter 4
SASHA
You sussed it out, didn't you?
Laying in Aaron’s arms all snuggled up put me right to sleep. To know that I almost lost my virginity was a scary thing, but I felt that it’d be going to the right person. To make up with him almost put me back together again. I wasn’t so sur
e if that was a dangerous thing or if I was making a mistake. All I knew was that it felt right. That’s what mattered.
Moments prior, Aaron turned his back to me, pulling my leg over his waist. It wasn’t our first time sleeping in that position. We’d slept all over his bed without giving a damn if we messed up his sheets or if one of us fell out of the bed. We were comfortable. Once, he’d made fun of my snoring in my sleep, to which I slapped his arm and went right back to sleep.
Tonight, however, something woke me. It was almost as if I was being watching. My right leg and arm were over Aaron and his right hand was atop my thigh, so I knew if there was a set of eyes on me or us that it wasn’t him.
Weightlessly I shifted in the bed with what little courage I had to stare at the open door of his bedroom, passed the dark screen of the TV that had a notice from Netflix asking if we were still watching Supernatural episodes. I squinted in the dark, trying my best to make out a figure if any, but I couldn’t see anything. The feeling was so unnerving that I was close to asking if someone was there.
With fear flooding me and my face toward the blackness, I reached for Aaron. My hand hit his chest; his hand simultaneously reaching up to my mouth to keep me quiet. Afterward, he nodded toward the master’s closet for me to ease out of bed and go over. He wasn’t far behind me before he shut the shutter-style doors with his pointer finger over his lips. I could see him travel back to the bed on soft feet so expertly but quickly, that even with the apartment being silent aside from the desolate hum of the heat from the vents, I couldn’t hear him at all. He fetched something from between the mattresses and slipped out of the room.
The only thing I could hear was my rising heartbeat as it thudded within my ribcage, creating a cadence against the ringing in my ears. I tried my best to keep my breathing steady out of fear that the intruder we both were sure was there could hear me.
It seemed like forever for him to return, flipping on the light switch to illuminate the bedroom. I didn’t move. Instead, I waited for him to retrieve me from the closet. As soon as he opened the doors with a gun in his hand, I fell into his arms, releasing the air that was aching my lungs with how I was trying to hold it.
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