My queen.
I pinned her against the wall when we got to the room, sliding her dress off her shoulders. It fell to the floor, revealing to me the smoothest, most tempting body underneath.
Oh, I was going to eat her up.
“How far do you want me to go?” I moaned into her lips. It wasn’t a question that I ever asked a woman while hooking up with her, but I needed to do it now.
I needed to hear from her that she was ready, that she wasn’t going to have any regrets.
“I’ll leave that up to you,” she said.
“Don’t.”
“Why not.”
“Because I’ll devour every bit of you.”
“Do it,” she moaned, biting my lower lip.
Fuck.
I scooped her up like she weighed nothing and she held on to me with a firm grip.
Her small hands were barely wrapped around my arms while I licked the side of her neck.
“I’m going to mark you as mine, Jasmine Ashman.”
“I am yours,” she said, holding my face between her palms. “All yours.”
That did it for me and I could barely stand not seeing her naked.
Her dress had fallen to the floor along with her black bra. Her back was still pressed against the wall when I lifted her up some more to get a little taste of her nipples.
“Fuck,” she whispered, digging through my hair and squirming.
I could drink her up.
My hands reached for the edges of her panties when she asked me to remove my t-shirt.
“It’s your turn to get naked first,” I smirked.
“Not fair.”
“You’ve got to pay for keeping me away from you for so long.”
“By long, you mean like two days?”
“Felt like two years,” I said, looking into her eyes. She kissed me instantly and I pulled her panties down to her thighs.
We continued to lick each other’s lips like two carnal beings until I threw her over the mattress, then fulfilled her wish.
“Blake, you’re so gorgeous,” she chuckled, checking me out after I my pulled my t-shirt over my shoulders.
I crawled on top of her, not once taking my eyes off that beautiful face.
My right hand reached for her thighs. She enjoyed the slight tickle as I ran my fingers over the insides, then gasped when I touched her pussy.
She was soft and wet, just the way I’d expected it.
Our foreheads touched and she held my face with both hands.
“Blake,” she said as her breaths became urgent. I fingered her gently at first, going as deep as I could.
“You’re mine,” I whispered into her lips, then slid the second one in. She felt unreal but I kept my impatience in check. This was going to be all about her.
She unbuttoned my jeans while I continued to fuck her with my fingers, her hands rubbing over my cock. My very hard, impatient cock.
Her slow kisses on my neck made me want her so bad. The woman was unbelievable. So innocent, and yet so sexy at the same time.
How could one person be so perfect?
I rubbed myself against her pussy, dry humping her, and easing her into it.
“Take these damn things off,” she chuckled, referring to my boxers. “Though, I like how perfectly these fit you.”
She couldn’t stop running her hands over my thighs and stroking my cock through my boxers.
“Don’t be shy, Blake,” she teased.
I stood and shook my head, watching her smile over the mattress like she was about to enjoy a strip tease.
I loved the view myself. She was completely naked, but had covered herself with a pillow.
So adorably shy, I thought as I removed the last piece of clothing from my body.
Her smile disappeared when I tossed my boxers aside.
“Okay, I’m a little nervous now.”
I ran my knuckles over her face.
“Why would you be nervous?”
“Because…,” she smiled and swallowed.
“You know I won’t hurt you,” I said. “And you know we can stop the second you want to, okay?”
I kissed her and she melted under me.
My cock rubbed her length and I teased her clit with my fingers.
“Fuck,” she mumbled. “I’m so ready for you to be my first.”
19
Jasmine
Blake’s hard muscles felt unreal over my body. I’d never experienced anything like this before. Well, literally. Whenever I imagined having sex for the first time, it always seemed scary to me — a little bit like I was giving something up.
But with Blake, it felt the opposite of that. I was his to take.
It felt right and I was relieved that he’d asked me to wait last time.
When he grabbed my ass and squeezed it just right, I knew that I would have no regrets. My heart was full and I was ready for him to mark me as his.
He pushed himself into me with ease, looking straight into my eyes.
“You’re okay,” he said, kissing my lips. “I love you so much, Jaz.”
A tear rolled down my cheek. It wasn’t because this was happening just the way that I’d always imagined, but because it was even better.
“I love you too,” I murmured, then smiled.
I couldn’t believe that I’d just said that, but I didn’t want to hold back while he was baring his soul to me.
“I love you so much,” he said again when he thrust himself so deep into me that I could feel it in my bones.
I moaned, sliding to the other edge of the bed and wrapping my legs around his back. His grasp on my ass tightened and he began to lick my nipples.
Blake was slow and gentle, and his dick felt like a thick rod inside me.
“I want to be on top,” I told him and he smirked a little.
“You sure?”
“Um-hmm.”
He rolled to his back and remained inside me as he did.
The man was an absolute dream. There was no way I could ever let him go now that I’d gotten a real taste of him. The real reason why I wanted to be on top was because his ripped chest felt incredible under my palms. His arms were tucked behind his back, until he moved them to grab my breasts.
I leaned forward, placing my hands over the headboard and being close enough to his mouth that his tongue swirled around my nipples.
I’d become more comfortable with this. It was no longer painful, perhaps because I was so wet that it was virtually impossible for me to feel any pain.
His pace picked up and I threw my head back when I came.
Blake released at the same time, pressing his fingers into the sides of my waist.
He was still inside me and the way I felt him pulsate was intoxicating.
Then he sat up straight, his bulky arms still wrapped around my body. His kiss felt warm and soothing, assuring me that everything was right with the world.
I was no longer a virgin.
And I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic first time.
We ordered room service the next morning, and after spending a few hours together inside the hotel room, we headed out. For some reason, I was no longer worried about who might see us together and spread stories around town. In fact, I wished that someone would do exactly that. Everyone might as well know we were together now.
“Are you sure you want to go back to your place?” He asked, opening the car door for me.
I did. I really did. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
Now that Freya had given us her blessing and we’d taken our relationship to the next level… kind of, I wanted to spend all of my time with Blake.
I wanted to get to know him more. See if he snored at night, or if he grunted out of the blue. I wanted to get irritated with him being in the bathroom for too long.
I was desperate to be his real, normal girlfriend.
“I am,” I said. “Besides, you know how it is. I’m all alone in that house and I hate it.”
“With me around,” he smiled and rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, “you’re never alone.”
I grinned. “I know that.”
Man, was he charming.
He was like this adorable little pup inside a rugged body. The epitome of perfection and just the way I liked.
We passed by my parents’ house on our way back and I peeked into their driveway. Their car was missing. I didn’t think much of it, but my thoughts instantly wandered to how they were going to react to all of this.
Sure, Freya had promised me that she would handle them for me, but the reality was that she wasn’t in town to do that. Honestly, I wouldn’t ask that of her, either. I would imagine that it was going to be painful for her to see us together for a long, long time. Though, I wished that she would move on soon, and find someone who was more suitable for her.
I wanted my sister to be happy, too, and feeling the kind of happiness that was growing inside me right now almost brought out those guilty feelings again.
I’d always been a master at guilt-tripping myself, but this was real and there was no way of avoiding it, even with Blake by my side. Though, his presence was making me temporarily forget that I was being a selfish prick.
But maybe, I deserved to be a selfish prick for once.
Freya and Blake were never going to get back together because he had feelings for me. And if I’d decided to not act on our closeness, then it would break not one, but three hearts.
All three of us would be miserable because I’d be protecting some kind of sister code.
I tried to get out of my own head by shifting my thoughts away from my selfishness and back to my parents.
Turns out, I didn’t have to wonder for too long. They were leaving my house and were just about to hop into their car when Blake and I got home.
At first, they waved slightly and looked away upon seeing Blake’s car, but then Mom’s eyes narrowed when she noticed me in there.
“Shit,” I said, and Blake laughed.
“This should be interesting.”
I wanted to ask him what it was like when they found out that he was dating Freya, but that would have been irrelevant.
Freya and Blake being together was normal.
Me and him? Scandalous.
And my mother was going to make sure to put that into as many words as possible and throw it at my face countless times.
“Jasm…”
She hadn’t even said my full first name when her nostrils began to flare. Her anger was definitely starting to catch up to her confused face, but Dad just stood there shaking his head.
“Went out for coffee?” He asked when Blake stood next to him.
Yes, something like that.
I was laughing inwardly. It was liberating to realize that I didn’t care for my mother’s approval in the matter. Normally, I’d break a leg just to hear her tell me that she liked what I was doing or how I was doing it.
But not today.
The only person whose approval I really cared for was my sister’s, and now with that behind me, I felt free as a bird.
Though, I was a bit nervous just because of the unnecessary drama that was about to transpire.
My parents were all for dating. They were accepting of my boyfriend in high school, and even this one random nerd who I dated while I was enrolled in community college.
But that was different.
Normal.
They were also conservative people who liked to play by the rules of the society, and watching their younger daughter date their old daughter’s ex-boyfriend who happened to be ten years older than her would be a complete “no” for them.
“Mom,” I sighed, then looked at my father. “Dad. Blake and I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, dear!” Mom touched her forehead with the back of her hand. “I think I might pass out. Are you both married?”
She then held me by the shoulders. “Pregnant? Are you pregnant, Jasmine?”
“No, Mrs. Ashman,” Blake chimed in, only to receive her death stare in return.
“Honey,” Dad said, rubbing his dear wife’s back. “Let’s talk inside. Come on, kiddos.”
I looked at Blake out of the corner of my eye. He held my hand and squeezed it until I gave him a subtle smile.
And then he winked and stole my heart all over again.
Mom plopped herself on the recliner, holding her head like the world had ended.
Dad shook his head at her, then turned to us.
“You wanted to tell us… what?”
“We’re dating,” I blurted out in one quick breath. “Blake and I.”
Mom lifted her eyes with tight lips. “Does Freya know?”
I nodded.
“And she’s okay with it?”
“She wasn’t initially,” I shrugged. “But she is now.”
“Jesus,” Mom murmured under her breath, her fingers still pressing her temples. “My poor girl.”
“Sure,” I rolled my eyes. “Your poor girl.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She narrowed her eyes and stiffened.
“Nothing.”
Okay, I just couldn’t let it go this time.
“Well, it did mean something. I love that you love Freya so much. Believe me, I do too. But she’s not the only daughter you have, you know.”
She turned to Dad with her arm pointed at me.
“Did you hear that?”
I smirked when she didn’t get a positive response from him.
Dad’s lips were tight and he just shook his head like he agreed with me.
“Oh, you can’t be serious, Matthew. Don’t encourage her theatrics. She’s done enough damage to this family already.”
“See what I fucking mean?” I said, spreading my arms at Blake. I’d literally never cursed in my parents’ presence before. Freya had, but all her sins were usually forgiven, so she could afford to.
“She thinks I’ve done damage to this family when all I’ve ever tried to do is keep it together.”
“Keep it together?” Mom snapped, gesturing toward Blake. “By breaking your sister’s heart?”
“Okay honey, that’s enough,” Dad showed her his hand.
“No, Dad… It’s fine. Let’s get this over with once and for all.”
I saw how Blake ran his hand across his face. I felt bad for him. I bet he, too, wanted this to be done with for good.
“Why do you hate me so much, mother?”
I always said ‘mother’ when the fury was beginning to take over, and right now that was the case.
“I don’t hate you,” she said, fuming herself.
“Please. Don’t pretend. Freya is always the pretty one, the kind one, the smarter one, the more loving one. And I’m basically garbage to you, aren’t I? I can’t seem to do anything right. Ever. You literally talk to me like I belong in a trash can. Is that where you picked me up from?”
I felt like laughing at that last sentence, but I was glad I was able to hold it in. This was a conversation that had been long overdue. I didn’t want to lighten the moment with a chuckle.
Unfortunately, my parents couldn’t hold it in and Blake joined them in their laughter, though he stopped when he didn’t find any sign of amusement on my face.
He squeezed my hand and that’s when Mom’s face became as cold as ice. Her eyes were fixed on our fingers intertwining together.
“You’re right. Maybe I do hate you.”
My breaths became heavier but I tried to not be so reactive before she finished. I was finally getting the truth out of her.
20
Blake
The day that I’d feared since all of this started had arrived. There weren’t many scenarios that brought out this kind of fear in me.
Fear wasn’t even the appropriate term to use.
I just didn’t want to see Matthew disappointed in me. The man had always treated me like his own son. He was good friends with my father and I’d known him for so long that I di
dn’t want him to cut me out of his life because I was love with his younger daughter.
I didn’t have a daughter of my own so I couldn’t know what it was that must be going through his mind, but he certainly wasn’t happy to know about us.
Matthew and Ruby were a strange couple. They were a little like how Freya and I used to be. They were complete opposites, which doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing if the two people complemented each other. But in their case, Ruby was always on the forefront, more vocal and troublesome.
Matthew, on the other hand, seemed to have given up over the years. He had completely accepted his fate and his loveless marriage.
Freya hadn’t told me any of this. Sure, she would complain about how annoying her parents could be, but she refrained from disclosing personal things about her parents’ marriage. But Matthew shared a lot of things with my father, who in turn would sometimes mention things to me that I probably shouldn't know about.
Ruby’s little meltdown had put a pause on the drama revolving around our relationship. The conversation had become more about her relationship with Jaz.
I was holding on to her hand, not caring if it was still too soon to do that. I just wanted her to feel like she wasn’t alone in this. I had a completely different equation with my own mother but I wanted to understand this situation and support her as much as I could.
Jaz’s face turned red and she squeezed my fingers just a little harder when Ruby told her that maybe she isn’t wrong. She essentially admitted to actually hating her own daughter.
I grimaced. How could a parent say such a thing to their child?
At that point, I knew that going forward, Jaz wouldn’t hold a grudge against Ruby. Instead, she would feel sorry for her.
“We’re done here, Blake,” Jaz said immediately after hearing Ruby’s words.
“Done here? Oh, so now you’ve suddenly remembered that the house you claim as yours is actually ours?” Ruby hissed at her.
Jaz ignored her and made way for the door, her fingers tightly intertwining with mine.
“Wait,” Ruby cleared her throat. “Just wait. Let me explain. It’s not what you think.”
“It isn’t?” Jaz turned around and smirked. “Because I think I just heard my mother tell me that she hates me. And you’re right. This is your house and so I’m out of here.”
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