by Tijan
I loved when we kissed like this.
I loved it even more when I felt him inside of me in other ways, and grabbing his hands, I guided one between my legs. “I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.
He tensed, still cupping my cheek with his other hand.
He was trying to clear his head, trying to think clearly. I knew the signs by now, and I wasn’t having it. Pushing against his chest, rubbing over him, I reached down and unbuckled my jeans.
“Fuck, Aspen.”
He moaned, and his hand tunneled inside.
I lifted up, just slightly, and then his fingers were there.
I sank down, and we both paused at the feel of him inside of me.
Thank God his windows were tinted—a graduation gift from his mom. And that was a fleeting thought before I began to ride his hand.
This. Right here.
Blaise loved making me come. He loved kissing me, he loved moving down there, his tongue slipping inside, and every time I would shatter in his arms. But in the last two weeks, that was all he’d done for me.
I’d touched him as well, taking him in my mouth a few times, but it was driving me insane. He had avoided telling me what was going on with him, and tonight, I vowed as I moved over him, tonight was the last night I’d let that continue. I would get answers.
He tugged down my tank top and found my breast.
Yes. Oooh. That felt good
Yes. I would get answers. I would.
But—oh my God!
I was there.
Almost there.
He felt so good.
Oh!
Oh holy hell!
Then, with a different flick of his fingers, I almost screamed and erupted at the same time.
His mouth latched over mine, silencing me, and I shuddered in his arms.
Why had I waited so long to experience that?
I was addicted to Blaise. And his wonderful hands. And his cock. Yes, totally addicted. I’d go through withdrawals if he ever stopped touching me.
I rested against his chest, his hand smoothing through my hair, and fell asleep.
“Yeah, dude.”
Voices woke me up.
I blinked a few times, clearing the fog.
Still on Blaise’s lap, I now had a blanket over me. My head was turned toward the passenger seat, and he was talking to someone out the driver’s window. Zeke.
“The girls are waving the white flag,” he said. “We’ve not been hanging with them for the last two weeks, but now they’ve heard we’re going dune buggying, and they’re all about being ‘friendly bitches.’” Zeke started laughing. “So how ’bout it? You and the missus ready to brave the girls now? Pen promised they’d be nice, and you know she speaks for Ria and Deja. Kit’s too smart to mess with things. She’s going to Cain next year with us. So it’s just Daniels, and seriously, that girl’s been sexing it up between Conway and Ashlome. I don’t think she wants to admit that you don’t care she’s banging two of your buds.”
“We’re not really buds anymore.”
“Yeah.” Zeke got quiet. “I hear ya. So what do you think?”
Blaise stroked the back of my head.
“I’ll talk to her. I know you’re actually friends with Penny and Ria. This hasn’t been fair to you.”
Zeke snorted. “Screw that. Pen still hits me up on the phone, and it’s not like I haven’t had pussy for the last two weeks. That Monica girl has a big throat.” He laughed. “Though, she thinks we’re still dating. Might do good to let her see me with Penny again. Pen doesn’t let any girl think they own me.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to Aspen.”
“I know she’ll be good about it. Your girl is a good one. She wants what you want.”
Blaise’s arm tightened around me. “Yeah. Maybe.”
There was a thump on the door, and Zeke said, “Okay. Get back to your woman. Get her home; she looks tired. I’ll hit you up with time and details tomorrow.”
The window whirred up. “You think your parents will freak if you sleep at my place?” Blaise asked.
I lifted my head, still feeling drowsy. “Nate flew back to Boston. My parents are deep in edits for the docu-series, so no. But we should stop at my house so I can grab some clothes and make it look like I slept there when Miss Sandy checks my room tomorrow.”
I tipped back and smiled up at him. “How’d I get so lucky to have you care about me?”
His eyes darkened. He traced every inch of my face with his eyes, and my body warmed, tingling with each second that passed. “How about we go to my place and I’ll further explain how much I care about you?”
I sat up, my mouth just over his. “That sounds perfect.”
As we kissed, I renewed my vow: answers. I was going to get them. Plus, I knew he had condoms there, though I’d been on birth control since I was fifteen to regulate my periods. We’d had a whole conversation about that. He wasn’t a guy that looked queasy when talking about that stuff. I liked that a whole lot.
“When’s the trip?” I asked as I slid back over to my seat.
He glanced sideways at me as he pulled out of the drive-in lot. “I knew you were awake that whole time.”
“It’s Mara, right? Her friends too?”
He was silent for a beat, then shrugged. “Yeah.”
“What are you worried about exactly?”
He grunted. “Them being assholes to you. Isn’t that enough? They’re catty bitches.”
I angled my body toward him and rested my head against the seat. “But isn’t that my problem to deal with?”
His hand flexed over the steering wheel. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a girl thing. You can’t take that on for me.”
“They’re bitches.”
I hid a grin. “That’s my problem to handle. You can’t control everything.”
He swore under his breath. “I can damn sure try. Those girls aren’t nice. They’re mean. I’ve seen how they tear into someone. They’re vicious.”
“Like you have?”
Another jaw clench. “It’s not the same.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not you. I don’t care about anyone else. What are you doing here? You want me to let those girls go at you? You nuts?”
“No.” I laughed. “And I brought you up because no one could control what you say or do to people. And those people either fight back or they don’t.”
“Babe, I annihilate people. I don’t ever want you to be on the end of that from anyone.”
“Well, while that makes me feel good, you know people are going to be mean. It’s the world out there. And if you think I haven’t had to deal with mean girls, you’ve got your head in the sand.”
“The fuck?” He shot me a look. “Who was mean to you?”
“Girls at Hillcrest. They didn’t like that I started setting the curve in our classes, especially when I wasn’t supposed to be in their grade. Some girls targeted me when Owen didn’t want to date them. He was like you, you know.” My smile turned sly. “Not promising anything and actually sticking to that, even if the girl got mad, thinking she could trick him into dating her. He wasn’t as blunt as you are, but he was honest.” I thought a moment. “I think that’s why I like when you’re blunt.”
“Aspen.” He took my hand and pulled it back to his leg. He entwined our fingers. “I’m never bluntly honest with you.”
My throat tightened at that. “I wish you were, and you were in the beginning.”
He glanced over, slowing for a stoplight. “You want me to be a blunt dick to you?”
“Not a blunt dick, but you can be honest. Bluntly honest. I respect that. You have no idea how many people say nothing through lies and pretty words. I hate that stuff. Loathe it.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth. “Noted. Does that shit turn you on?”
I barked out a laugh, my throat loosening again. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
“Jesus.” He leaned over. “
I think we need to further explore this conversation at my house.”
“Yes, please.” My lips grazed his, and he applied pressure, starting the swirl of goodness and pleasure in me even as he pulled away.
The light turned green, and he eased forward.
We didn’t talk the rest of the drive.
We pulled up at his house after a stop at mine, and his mom’s car was parked outside. She never used the garage. There was another vehicle there, and I had learned over the last two weeks that it was Stephen’s car.
We could hear laughter as we entered.
Blaise reached behind me, shutting the door and locking it.
“Blaise? Honey, is that you?”
“Yeah, Mom,” Blaise called, his hand moving to the small of my back. “Me and Aspen.”
The TV silenced.
A chair squeaked.
She came around the corner a second later, smiling warmly. “Hi, Aspen.” She took in the bag Blaise held for me, her smile slipping a little. “You’re spending the night?”
“Yeah,” Blaise answered.
He wasn’t asking, but neither of us moved, so we were asking, in a way.
Marie blinked a few times. Her voice came out raspy. “Oh yeah. That’s fine.” She cleared whatever emotion was pulling at her face and smiled. “I know you like coffee, but do you enjoy donuts, Aspen? I can run to the store and grab some in the morning.”
I waited, expecting Blaise to answer for me.
He didn’t.
His mom seemed surprised by that too.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’d love that.”
I wasn’t like Blaise. I was kinda in love with his mom. She’d only been kind to me. She also seemed broken in a way—like now, when she was holding her breath, as if preparing for Blaise’s harshness. It didn’t come, and she blinked again.
She nodded, her smile growing wider. “Aces. I’ll do that then.”
Blaise groaned. “Okay, Mom. We’ll be downstairs.”
She held a hand up, waving. “Do you—do you need anything tonight?”
Blaise eased in front of me, herding his mother back and out of the way.
She backtracked.
I followed.
We went through the kitchen, and I looked over. The television was still paused in the other room. Stephen sat on the couch. He lifted his hand in a wave. “Hello, Aspen.”
“Hi.”
He didn’t greet Blaise. Blaise didn’t look over at him.
“Mom, I’ll handle it. I’ll come up if we need anything.”
“Okay, but it’s not too late. I can order pizza. Maybe I’ll do that? I’ll do that. Just in case.” She reached for her phone.
Blaise took the phone out of her hands, but he did it gently. “For real, Mom. Don’t order food for us. If I get hungry or Aspen wants something, I’ll make something here. You don’t need to order anything.”
“Are you sure?” She looked around him to me. “Aspen, what’s your favorite food? I feel like I should know this by now.”
I opened my mouth.
Blaise shot me a look, but it was tempered by a slight, crooked grin. “Don’t tell her. She’ll order it tonight no matter what I say.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
Marie swatted Blaise’s chest. “Oh my gosh. I’m sorry—”
He took her hand, his smile gentle. “I’m fine, Mom. For real. Aspen’s favorite food is pizza from a place in Roussou, and I won’t let her tell you the toppings because I know you. You’ll drive there to pick it up, and we are good. I promise.” He pulled her to him, giving her one of those forehead kisses I’d learned he reserved for me and his mom and no one else. “Enjoy your night with Stephen. We will be fine. Promise.”
He took my hand and led me past the dining room. We went down to the basement, and Blaise asked over his shoulder, “All that said, do you want pizza?”
I laughed. “I’m good. You know how much I had for dinner.”
A burger, fries, and a shake. I was still stuffed.
“Good.” He let go of my hand, nodding toward his bedroom. “I’ll grab some water for us, just in case. You want something else to drink?”
I shook my head, heading inside and going right to his bathroom.
It might seem silly, but I loved this part.
I loved getting ready for bed, knowing I’d be sleeping with him soon. I loved everything about it—dressing for bed, sliding under the covers, him crawling in beside me as he switched the lights off. Then he would pull me into his arms, and if I woke during the night, he was still beside me.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
That girl was alive. She was glowing, and there was happiness in her eyes.
I almost didn’t recognize myself.
I knew some people would be upset that Blaise and I were sleeping together, but those people didn’t get it. They didn’t understand how much we’d already been through, suffered. This was a moment in time for us—or for me at least.
A blip in my life when I wasn’t alone, when I had a partner with me.
I didn’t know how long it would last.
I didn’t know if it would last, but I’d been alone before Blaise. There’d probably be a time when I would be lonely after him, so I was going to focus on the now. I wasn’t going to think about what others would approve or disapprove of. They must have had great lives if they had time to judge mine. And good for them, but that wasn’t my reality.
I just wanted to be with him. That was it. And if that brought heartache, I’d survive.
Blaise was my respite. And I hoped, beyond hoped, that this didn’t end up being only a small blip in my life, but that was worry for the future.
For now, I got ready for bed and smiled as I felt the excited butterflies in my stomach. They were always there when Blaise was around, or even if I thought of him, and that was a good sign.
That told me I was living. I wanted to do more of that.
I slid under his covers and waited.
41
Blaise
This wasn’t a good idea.
Why had I thought I’d hold back at my place when hers was becoming like torture to me? I was an idiot.
She was settled over me, her mouth moving on mine, riding me. Goddamn.
I loved this feeling. I loved this girl.
She could ask me for almost anything, and I’d try to make it happen—anything to make her happy. But I’d been holding back from sliding inside of her. It’d been a looong fucking two weeks. I was nearing the end of my control, though.
What had I been thinking? That the idea of my mom and Stephen upstairs would help me hold back? Yeah. Nothing was helping my restraint, and Aspen was on a mission. Like I hadn’t known what she wanted when she straddled me at the drive-in. She’d been working to get my dick in her.
Shit.
Such a fucking crass way to think of it when it was the girl I loved, but at this moment that was all I could think: Dick. Inside. Her.
Now.
Those four words, and in that order.
I almost gasped as she pulled her mouth away from me, sliding down my body. “What are you doing?”
We’d been making out for two hours straight. Two long and intensely pleasurable hours, but I was going to blow. I didn’t want her mouth on me when that happened. That was for later, when she was older. Jesus. She’d been a virgin, and I’d thrust inside, almost unable to hold back and be gentle. I’d been shaking from the effort, but I never wanted to hurt Aspen. Ever.
Her mouth was on my stomach now, and she pulled my boxer briefs down. That wasn’t helping me.
“Oh, whoa, Aspen.” I reached for her.
“No.” She actually batted my hands away.
“What?”
She ignored me, and oh God, my dick was out. She touched me.
I almost seized, my head throwing back.
Holy fuck. That felt so good. Insanely good.
This wasn’t—her mouth closed over me, and I was gone
.
Helpless.
She could’ve asked for my bank information, and I’d have given her the password.
Hell. Hell. Hell.
Oh man.
She sucked like she’d been sucking me all my life.
Whoa. Shit. I wasn’t going to last long—not like this.
Growling, I sat up and yanked her away. Her mouth popped off in surprise, her eyes wide, but then she saw what I was doing.
She was clean. I was clean. She was on birth control. We’d had a long conversation about that. I wanted to make sure everything was fine with her, but this time, condoms weren’t even a thought for me.
I moved her over me, and she opened her legs.
I pulled her down and sheathed inside of her in one continuous motion.
We both froze at the contact.
And then, her hand against my chest, she began moving over me.
Aspen had learned a lot in the last few weeks. Her hips moved back and forth, riding and working me over like I was the novice. She watched me, toying with her lip, and I knew she was about to tease the fuck out of me.
She slowed.
I growled, reaching for her hips.
“No.” She laughed, stopping completely.
“Aspen.” I growled again, this one sounded more savage than I’d intended, and I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. My breaths came at a rapid pace. She was making me lose control.
“No. This is for me,” she said. “All me.”
I groaned, but damn, this was what she wanted.
And when she came, it was the best fucking thing I’d ever seen.
My girl was stunning.
But now it was my turn, and grabbing one of her tits, I flipped us. She squealed in surprise, but gentle had gone out the door when she took me in her mouth. I rode her hard, and it wasn’t long until I felt her come for a second time in my arms, and I let myself go right after her.
My lips found her throat, and I kissed her.
What the fuck did I ever do right to get her?
In the morning, after we showered together, she trapped me.
She’d been touching me, kissing me, and I took her over the counter. I was weak. I was whipped.
Then, as we were both dressing, she said, “I want to know why.”
