The drive home was peaceful. Somewhere along the way home, he managed to slip his hand into mine and held onto it for the rest of the night. I didn't complain, having a man's touch was never a bad thing. Especially when he was handsome and carried you on nice dates.
We pulled up to my house. Not a light shone through any one of the windows and I forced myself to hide the disappointment. Nobody was up. Correction, the one person I wanted to be up was not.
"I had fun tonight," he said. I turned my direction towards his face and smiled, still holding onto his hand.
"I did as well," I agreed, "thank you for taking me."
"I hope this is the first of many?" He asked hesitantly, scared for rejection. We exited the car and he walked me up to the front porch.
"Yes." I tried to instill confidence in my voice but it ended up coming off a bit uncertain. He squeezed gently on my hand, and still holding my eyes with his he moved his head a fraction forward, I knew what was coming and closed my eyes. Waiting. Eventually, his lips found mine and he kissed me. It was soft, delicate, like a kiss I'd almost expected from him. I rested my hand below his cheek, feeling the rough stubble brush my palm. I couldn't explain it but the kiss was just as I'd imagined. No fireworks, no magical moment of excitement. It was safe. Which I had wanted right? I wanted safe. It was what was best and I knew later down the line I could see myself with Luca in the long run. He'd treat me right and I needed stability. Unlike the person who was in the house right now, like a fixed object stuck in my thoughts.
I heard someone clear their throat from behind us. I didn't even hear the front door open. I pulled away quickly, almost guiltily.
Speaking of the devil...
"Luca." Aspen nodded his head in his friend's direction, his mouth in a grim line. His motorcycle helmet was rested under his arm and he was dressed in his signature head to toe all black.
"I was trying to get a hold of you earlier man." Luca cleared his throat as Aspen cut right between us, and down the front steps towards his bike.
"Well good thing I never returned the call. You seem busy." Aspen said, his back facing us now. I couldn't help notice his tone of voice. It made me irritated because he had no right to be annoyed. This was all his idea in the first place.
His engine roared as he drove off, not saying anything again. The silence he left in his wake was deafening.
"Call me?" Luca threw out the question, unsure about my response. For a second I almost forgot he was standing there. I didn't want to show him Aspen's response had caused bitterness to stain my tongue.
"Of course," I offered him a reassuring smile and turned to watch him leave. I waved as he drove off.
My body was tense an hour later as I laid in bed with my thoughts. Eventually, I faintly heard the front door open and my heart seemed to thump in my ears. My anxiety decided at that moment to shoot through the roof. Footsteps neared my door and suddenly disappeared. A long moment of silence occurred before I heard the doorknob of my bedroom slowly turn. Suddenly afraid but knowing who was behind it.
It opened and Aspen watched me, not waiting for an invite. I watched him tentatively as he approached the edge of the bed and stood there, just watching me for quite some time before I decided to speak.
"Hi?" I asked, my voice wavering somewhat. His lips tugged faintly on the side upwards but it wasn't enough to hide the fact that he was pissed and most likely intoxicated. I noticed my hands were clammy as I wiped them on the bedspread.
"How was your date?' He asked casually as we beheld one another.
"It was great," I replied and hated that the uncertainty was present in my tone. He smiled knowingly as he came and sat on the sheet by my face.
I didn't want to admit how much I had craved his touch as he slid a hand down my face to my neck and then on the curvature of my body till he stopped at my hip. All the while I didn't dare breathe or move for that matter.
"Did he make the first move?"
"Yes," I answered. Confused about what that had to do with him under the current circumstances.
"Did you like it?" He continued to interrogate me. His hand was still lazily moving on the contours of my body, opening my hunger for him. I swore I saw his jaw tighten for a moment.
"Yes." The lie came out easily.
"Did you wish I was the one kissing you?" A thick palm was now circling my neck, the pressure on my windpipe making it barely comfortable.
Without thinking I blurted out "yes."
"You're turning me on so much right now," he semi-growled, his hold around my neck tightening slightly.
"That turns you on?" I asked in disbelief, my breaths were rapid, "that I was just out with your friend?"
"No Wynter, what turns me on is that you went on a date with him but came back wanting me," He leaned into me and purred in my ear. He was so confident in what he was saying that I wasn't going to dare deny it.
"Let me kiss me," he unexpectedly requested, his eyes animalistic with lust and instantly my body was aroused. I nodded pleadingly into his eyes. That was all he needed before he scooped me up shifting me closer to the other edge of the bed before claiming space.
In another second he grabbed my hips and planted them on top of his, straddling him. I already knew he was ready the way his length poked at my upper thigh.
He closed the gap between our faces, engulfing my mouth. This kiss was different. It was all-consuming. Our tongues fought with each other, tasting one another. I cringed tasting the sour-sweet alcohol remaining in his mouth mixed with the aftertaste of gum. I wanted more. His hands ran through my hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, yanking it ever so slightly that pain became a pleasure. I bit on his lower lip, tasting metal. His grin in response told me he liked it. His hands ran down the length of my arms to my waist and then to the hem of my not-so-appropriate nightdress. They migrated to my thighs and ran up under the flimsy fabric. Teasing the ends of my panty.
We never broke the kiss, suffocating between not wanting to stop and needing air. I felt the space between my thighs warm, needing his touch.
"Please," I mumbled against his lips, unable to keep up with his teasing fingers on my panty string.
"What happened to good girl Wynter?" He teased as his fingers strayed under my panty line. It was painstakingly slow as they approached my wet center.
A moan escaped from my lips as he put a finger to his lips.
Pure ecstasy was the only thing that came to mind. It was intoxicating. And as his fingers sped up the tempo, the balance between me grasping reality and falling over the edge disappeared as I reached my climax.
He pulled me up and off the bed before letting me even get the chance to recover, dragging me out of the door and down the stairs.
"What are you doing? Meredith and my dad..." I began as he hoisted me up and on top of the island in the kitchen. The same island we were eating cereal at the other day, hating each other.
"All the more excitement trying not to wake them up." I could hear the smile in his voice as he said it. They were all the way upstairs (I prayed) sleeping. And honestly, Aspen was right, in the spur of the moment, it would spice it up, knowing that they could walk in any second.
Before I could say anything further he yanked open my legs, I let out an involuntary yelp, cursing myself for the noise. Aspen bent over slightly, his head in line with my legs. He looked up to me as he inched his face closer to my center. He used his teeth to tug my panty to the side, then using his finger to hold it in place. With his tongue, he flicked between the folds of my warmth causing it to start to throb.
Never breaking eye contact once with me, turned me on even more. My pussy was so sensitive to every lick, feeling it go back and forth my whole length. When it passed over my clit he would circle his tongue around it, slower and then speeding back up. His other hand, the one not in use already, holding my panty out of the way, reached to my breast. He stuck his hand underneath it and began fondling with it. It immediately hardened by just his touch.
Removing his mouth from my pussy, he stood back up. Pulling down his drawstring and boxers, he released his impressive length, causing it to spring to freedom. I practically drooled, admiring the size.
He grabbed my hair in one fist and pointed it downwards. "Spit," he demanded, and I spat on the shaft of it. He grabbed it with one hand and began to masturbate, pulling his foreskin back with every movement.
"Do you want this big cock in you?" He pressed, his teeth clenched.
"Yes," I squeaked, waiting in anticipation as he rested the tip of it on my wetness. I shoved my hips slightly forward on the countertop, willing it to go in already. He pulled back, a look of disapproval on his face.
"How bad you want it?" He teased, still with his hand stroking at his full length.
"Very badly," I begged, urging him to satisfy my craving. I needed him to hurry up.
Finally, he wet the head of it once again with his spit and gently eased it inside of me. I felt the pressure against my pussy for one second before it disappeared and I was full.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned, throwing his head back. I parted my mouth, as he thrust into me with his entire length. His pace quickened and I felt myself climbing up steadily. My body shaking with the stimulation.
The passion between us felt like insanity as he continuously rocked into me. His grunts were becoming louder and I knew he was close to climaxing. So was I.
"Fuck Wynter, I'm going to cum," he roared, squeezing my hips so tightly they hurt. I prepared myself, tightening my muscles as he went into me over and over until finally, he pushed all of himself into me, the pressure unbearable and he broke. I followed right after, savoring every second of my orgasm as my mouth opened and my body trembled.
Beads of sweat, covered his body, dripping down onto mine. We were both panting heavily, our stamina exhausted. He rested his head on my stomach, and I idly reached his hair, brushing my fingers through it.
"I'm not quite done with you just yet," He murmured and then proceeded to push me off the bridge once more.