Aspen-Chapter Four

Aspen

“I’m fine,” I say, cutting him off before closing the distance and giving him a chaste kiss, “I’ve only had the one beer. I’m in here because I want to be.”

Bringing his hands to my waist, they slowly slide up my sides, slipping beneath my crop top, stopping just as his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts, before pulling my top over my head and tossing it to the floor.

He brings his lips back to mine, his hand splayed against my back, playing with the ends of my hair. “Fuck,” he growls as he pulls back.

“I wanted you as soon as I saw you at the game,” he mutters against my mouth, as he reaches up and unsnaps my front clasping bra, immediately cupping my exposed breast in one hand while the other is still braced against my upper back.

“You did?” I ask as I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it up and over his head. His mouth is back on mine as both of his hands cup my ass, and then he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks across the room and then lowers me onto a bed, crawling over me.

“Fuck, yeah,” he mutters as he stops at my right breast to trace it with the tip of his tongue. Flicking his tongue against my beaded nipple a few times before he then pulls it into his mouth, pulling a deep moan from me as I writhe beneath him.

His fingers undo the button on my jeans, and I lift my hips, helping him to pull them and my thong down. Once I’m naked beneath him, I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping my hand inside, finding that he doesn’t have any underwear on and palm his hard cock, causing him to moan against my breast.

Standing up, he takes his pants off and strokes his cock, “Do you want me, baby?” he asks, as he crawls over me, planting kisses along the way, as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding me soaking wet.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Slipping a finger inside of me, he leans over me and kisses me again, then adds a second finger to the first, thrusting them in and out before kissing his way back down my body, settling between my thighs and licking his lips.

“Oh my, Bos-“ I cry at his first lick of my pussy. He growls and begins licking me like he’s devouring an ice cream cone, and I’m his favorite flavor. He thrusts his fingers back inside of me and wraps his lips around my clit.

My hands find his head, and doing as I imagined at the game, I thread my fingers through his soft locks, tugging as I writhe against his face. I’m so close.

“Come for me baby,” he commands as though he read my mind, “come on my face,” and with just a few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, I’m doing just that.

“Oh shi-!” I scream, as he doesn’t release my clit or pull his fingers from me until my body stops shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm. Putting the hand that was inside me to his mouth, he licks my juices off, moaning at my taste.

“I’m going to fuck your little pussy now, baby,” he growls, crawling over my body and lining himself up with my opening. Lifting my hands over my head, he links our fingers together.

Staring into my eyes, watching me, he enters me, sinking deeper and deeper until he is fully seated. He gives me a few moments to adjust to his size because holy hell, he’s huge, and kisses me, helping me to relax around him a bit more.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he moans as he begins to slowly move inside of me. “So. Fucking. Tight.” He pulls out and then eases back in, pulling a moan from me. Needing more, I buck my hips up, letting him know what I want, and he doesn’t disappoint.

Boston pounds into my pussy, and I meet him thrust for thrust, another orgasm quickly approaching. “Roll over onto your stomach, ass in the air,” he demands, pulling out of me.

I do as he says and gripping onto my hips, he sinks his cock back into my pussy and this angle feels like he’s even deeper than before, his head assaulting my g-spot. With just a few thrusts, my orgasm barrels through my body, hitting me so hard and fast that I’m screaming out Boston’s name, clenching my fingers in the sheets.

“Come all over my cock, baby.” He kisses my shoulder and then bites down on it, nipping at the skin.

His cock swells as his own orgasm nears, his thrusts coming harder and faster. “Fuck, Aspen,” he growls as he empties himself inside of me, continuing to thrust until he’s completely spent.

Pulling out, he looks down between us. “Fuck,” he growls, the panic written all over his face.

“Shit, Aspen! I forgot to use a condom.”

The panic on his face, matches the panic that’s now coursing through my veins at his confession. Not that I’m not on anything because I’m on the pill but what if, ya know, he has something?

“We can go down to the drug store and get the morning after pill or whatever their called if we need to. Shit, I’m so sorry.” He says, running his hands over his face and into his hair, his fingers clenching the strands as I had been not too long ago.

Only this time, it’s out of panic instead of pleasure.

“I’m on the pill,” I rush out, wanting to ease the freaked-out look on his face, “and I’m clean, I swear.”

“Oh, thank fuck!” His whole body visibly sags with relief, “I’m so fucking sorry that I forgot.” As he says this, he crawls up next to me and lays back on the bed, pulling me down with him, “I’m clean too, by the way. And that has never happened before. I swear on my life.”

“It’s okay.” I mutter, snuggling against his chest, “I believe you.”

After a few silent minutes of trailing his fingers through my hair, he leans over me and cups my face in his hands. Boston kisses me tenderly, rubbing his nose against mine once he breaks the kiss, his eyes still locked with mine. “I’m sorry I ruined the moment by freaking out. But that was incredible. It’s never…” He hesitates, as if he’s not sure of what he’s wanting to say, “It’s never been like that before.”

At my questioning look, he elaborates. “I’ve never been so out of my mind over a girl that I forget to use protection. But more than that, it’s never felt like that before. I’m not explaining this right…”He mutters, clearly frustrated as he lays back down and pulls my me back against his chest.

“I know what you’re trying to say.” I say, running my nails lightly over his pectoral muscles, “it’s never been like that for me either. Never frenzied. Never so out of my mind with need for someone that I can think of nothing else. It’s never felt as though someone was so in sync with my body, knowing what I need without me having to say a word.”

We lie in one another’s arms, silence all around us until the sound of his voice breaks it, “Can I see you again?” he asks, trailing his fingers up and down my bare arm, “I mean, I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that,” I reply, slipping my hand up the column of his throat, curling it around the back of his head and pulling him down for another kiss. Before we can get lost in one another again, something slams into the bedroom door, startling us and causing us to break apart.

Boston gets up, slips his pants up his legs and over his hips and goes to the door, opening it to see what’s going on. Glancing at my watch, I see that it’s almost midnight and that I should really be getting home before Mom shit’s a brick.

Slipping from the bed, I find my underwear and pull them on, then my bra, shirt, and jeans. After putting all of my clothes back on, I pick up my socks and shoes and sit down on the bed as Boston shuts the door, turning back to me.

“You’re leaving?” He asks, a sad note to his voice.

“Yeah, I’d better get home before my mom has a coronary. I left hours ago and new town and all…I’m surprised she hasn’t blown up my phone yet.” I say as I finish tying my shoe and stand up.

Boston finishes getting dressed too and follows me out of the room as I try to finger comb my just fucked hair. Giving up, I pull the rubber band from my wrist and pull it up in a messy bun.

At the bottom of the stairs, I turn to Boston, lift up onto my toes and give him a goodbye kiss.

“I can take you.” He offers once I pull away, but already I feel bad that he’s spent his whole evening with me and hasn’t hung out with his friends at all.

“It’s okay, I don’t live far. Stay and hang out with your friends. I’ve monopolized enough of your time, taking you away from your friends and celebrating your win tonight. Congrats by the way.”

“You didn’t monopolize anything. I wanted to be with you.” A couple slips past us as they run up the stairs, knocking me into him and causing him to fall into the wall.

Taking advantage of our close proximity, he lowers his face back towards mine, claiming my mouth in another scorching kiss that tells me just how much he wishes that I weren’t leaving.

Pulling away, he leans his forehead against my own, staring into my eyes, “Will you take my number and text me when you get home? That way I’ll know that you made it safely?” As another couple shoves past us, he grabs my hand and begins walking towards the door with me. I open it and we both step outside, out of all of the noise and into the quiet of the night.

I pull out my phone and create a new contact, “What’s your number?” He rattles off his number and once I’ve saved it, I send him a message so he would have mine too.

Boston pulls me in for one last mind-blowing kiss that makes me question whether I really do have to go. But then all too soon, we break apart and he takes a step back, but not letting me go just yet.

With a smirk, he says “to remember me by,” referring to the kiss that almost had me changing my mind about having to leave.

“I don’t think I’ll have any problems remembering you.” Smiling up at him, I step up on my toes, closing the distance once more, giving him one last quick kiss. Then I fall back flat footed, “Bye, Boston,” I say, backing up.

“Bye, Aspen.” He’s licking his bottom lip as I take a few more steps away from him and start down the block. Once I’m out of sight, I hear the door shut and I smile to myself at the turn of events.

Oh yeah, I think, reflecting back on my earlier thoughts, with a boy like Boston at my side, Hawthorne is definitely more appealing than it was this afternoon.