Wench With Wings

by Cassidy, Rose D.

  She kept her eyes on the new tat and reached up to just under it and grazed his skin with the tips of her fingers and whispered, “Possibilities.”

  “Hold on to me. I’ll never let go.” He needed her to know that’s all she would have to do is not throw him away and he’d love her every day.

  “And if I have no hands to hold on to you with?” She asked cryptically. The real question being; If I have no heart to love you with?

  “Then I’ll hold you, just stay close.”

  “Run.” She stood up and walked away. An open ended statement with too many meanings; not a question if he should go with her on a run or if she’s telling him to run from her or just that she needs a run, or run away from him. They both knew what the other was talking about right up until then. He went after her, he had to and he made sure to stay by her side as they ran together. He was so lost in her, in staying close to her that he didn’t realize her direction until they were standing in front of his place with her facing him in question.

  He never took girls to his place and here she was knowing that specific and standing waiting on an answer. ‘Would he take me home, or am I just another girl he can walk away from?’ She didn’t realize she wanted to know that answer until she stopped and faced him; yet to her it all made since, was she different? It was a question; she needed answered.

  He wouldn’t voice it, he knew better; she wanted action. He smiled a playful, devious smile while taking the few steps that separated them then grabbing her hips and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around him, but didn’t take her eyes from him. She wanted him to see the question still there. He wanted her to read the answer right there in front of her.

  He walked to the door unable to take his eyes from her, when he reached it, her back slammed up against it, her eyes falling closed in pleasure and his lips falling to her neck in need to give her more. The door flew open, yet he kept her from falling and still she dropped her legs from him, but he wouldn’t let go.

  “Go.” Ayden spoke.

  “I’m going.” Dane called back as he hit the first stair out of the house to pass them.

  He stepped her back a few steps into the house as he reached up to tilt her face up to him, “Don’t hide.” He didn’t want her to look down, to be ashamed or otherwise. That’s not his Trey. He shut the door behind him still latched onto her; she wasn’t to him. He did not like it. He wanted her latched on and ready to jump with him. He picked her up begging her legs to cling to him; they did.

  He walked her back to his bathroom, leaned in the shower to turn it on then placed her on the sink still gazing in her eyes. He lifted her shirt off, unlatched her bra, took a step back, yet still his hands were on her as he wandered over her body with his look. He gazed at beauty. She slid of the sink, pulling his shirt off and took a step closer. He pulled her flush against his body, a hum within, caressing her ear as his lips did. Their hands touching every inch of skin exposed, hungry yet gentle. He wanted more, she wanted more, slightly pushing each other back to gain access to the snaps of their jeans and sliding them off. A foot away from each other, hands on each other’s hips, staring into each other’s eyes in a question of need for one another. He jerked her against him at the same time she did him, their bodies slamming together, their lips seeking the others and finding pure bliss in the necked kiss. A kiss made with pure hunger, based on natural sugar, made to be devoured.

  They stayed tight to each other as they entered the shower and kissed as the water washed away the sins of their run. He poured soap into his hand and she held out hers for some. They rubbed each other down in suds and spoke through their eyes about the hypnotize. They pulled closer together under the water to rinse away the sins of past lovers, an unspoken vow to be with only each other. Could it have been?

  They didn’t bother with towels, he backed her out of the shower and into his room, laying her down on his bed to caress her, kiss her and show her his love. He crawled in next to her and propped himself up on his elbow to gaze at her as he touched. A few minutes passed and she spoke without saying a word. She wanted his lips on her; biting her bottom lip, lost in the looks of his. He just knew, so he gave in and gave her what she asked for. He descended as if he was going to kiss her lips and he felt her body warm in anticipation of that kiss to her lips, but he broke, kissing a line from the edge of her lips across her jaw bone, down her neck and along her collar bone. Down her cleavage, not touching her breasts, along her stomach and to her hip, he nipped and slid over top of her, licking and nipping and kissing every inch of her body he could without touching anything that would arouse her.

  She was aroused in a state of flux; she was now attached. He moved back up and kissed her lips gently without entering then moved back down, flicking his tongue against her nipple making her moan and arch toward him. He kept away from her to see her feel the want for him before he went to the other to flick out his tongue against her again. She moved her hands to him, he placed them back against the bed, demanding with his eyes that she can’t touch; just feel. He moved down without any part of him touching her then flicked his tongue against her clit, she cried out a moan and squirmed towards him. He let her want sink into her before he descended again, covering her with his lips, licking and sucking her in.

  He would not penetrate this women he loves, he would only show her how much he wants to please her, how much he can love her without needing her to return the favor. Her orgasm made his, without her touching him. He slid up kissing her all the way up until he reached her lips and laid a gentle thank-you kiss to them. He moved onto his side and pulled her close, her head on his chest, his hand in her hair and his other along her waist, kissed her head and whispered, “I love you Trey. Sleep away every doubt of me, wake up not wanting to let me go.”

  She never felt more loved than in that moment. She covered his heart with her hand and caressed, but he stopped her, putting his hand on tops of hers. He would not let her give him pleasure. This was her night to get over any doubts she’s had of him, she needed only to feel. He had to prove to her he could love her without her love, just her want. “Feel only my touch.” He moved his hand back down to her waist and caresses her as his other moved through her hair. He did not stop until she was asleep then he kissed her head and followed her into her dream state.

  He woke up before her in the same position they were, he kissed her head while she woke up. She pulled him closer and kissed his chest, he smiled knowing he was hers and she didn’t want to let him go. It was not long lived, “I need my cloths so I can go.”

  “I’m not getting out of bed and Dane is out there. Unless you want him to see you necked it looks like you’re stuck right here in my bed.”

  “Ha, so what? I’m your captive?”

  “You’re a very captivating person. I’m yours. So why not make you my captive, in this moment? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

  She giggled and kissed his chest before she started to push him away so she could get up. He held on tighter, “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “To give Dane one hell of a show, well unless you don’t want him to see me necked that is. Then you’ll have to just go get my clothes for me.”

  “You would not?”

  “Oh, have no doubt, I will and I will flaunt it as I do.” He flipped over on top of her, she let out a squeal and squirmed underneath him that through off his train of thought. He dropped his forehead down to hers, “Ahh, don’t do that.” He let out a breath. “That’s just instigating the predator about to claim his prey.” He kissed her as she giggled then flipped him over, straddling him, but not against him as she latched on to his neck with her teeth. He let out a husky breath soaked in need.

  “I’ll submit, if you’ll make me yours," he breathed out.

  “Giving in so easily, where’s the fun in that?”

  “I gave in the second I laid eyes on you, I still made it fun. I’ll keep it fun, even more if you keep kissing my neck like that.” He jerked h
er hips down onto him, she moaned and slid her wetness up against his hardness, he moaned and pushed her back down, they both wanted in. He flipped her back over, granting him with another squeal and her squirming down until he was pushing against her wanting entrance. He stopped her movement and kissed along her neck, whimpering for him to move on in caused his control; death, he buried himself with the loss, she cried out his name in surrender of his pain; of her giving in.

  He became hers.

  But did she become his?

  He heard her acceptance of him in her voice. He stopped and looked up into her eyes and saw the surrender. He kissed her in glory knowing she just made her decision to let him become hers; completely. He knew she was not his, but he couldn’t stop from trying and giving her more of his love. He slid out and back in gently, slowly, letting her know he knew and that he would not give up until she gave in. He made love to her as she let him start to crack her walls. ‘Is it possible for me to love him, can I give in?’ She thought after they both got off, catching their breath. He stayed in her, on top of her as they both thought of that possibility.

  He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to let her go. She would want to leave and then she would think and he didn’t want her to think anything other than he was hers. He slid to her side and pulled her close. “Not yet, please. Let your acceptance of I’m yours dry into the mortar of your walls.” She nodded with a smile of knowing; he knew she accepted him as hers. Her head against his chest she kissed him where her mouth was at rest. They laid there for a while in silent surrender. Neither one with a thought only the feeling of the other close; unmoving.

  “Is it stamped in concrete?”

  “It is. Now how about that coffee date you’ve been promising me?” He chuckled at the twist of his words from another time when he asked her out on a date and she refused. He squeezed her tighter to him and kissed her head.

  “Absolutely, you stay in bed. I don’t want Dane getting all excited for nothing.” He chuckled and slid away, only half joking. Slipping on some sweats he walked out of the room closing the door behind him just to be safe; Dane would not see her. He walked to the bathroom to grab her cloths, but smirked at a plan that formed instead. He went out to the kitchen to grab coffees. “Trey still here?” Dane spoke in a whisper. Ayden nodded with a smile. Dane shook his head with a smirk, “I’ll go.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Don’t thank me, fill me in on you later.” Ayden nodded. He knew that he would have to explain why in the hell he finally after all this time brought a girl to his place and was now making her coffee so she couldn’t leave. He walked back to his room to find her in one of his shirts and sitting at his desk flipping through one of his sketchbooks. He smiled and set the cup in front of her, “Very sexy. I like you in my shirt.” He leaned in and kissed his spot on her cheek.

  “And my clothes?”

  “You didn’t ask for your clothes, you asked for coffee.”

  “Slick. Really. But I’m covered, I could just walk out there now to get them.”

  “You could, but then you would break the promise you just made to have a coffee date with me.”

  “Ah, yes I promised.” She shook her head, but still smiled. She asked about the sketches in his book, it wasn’t the one full of only her, as they drank their coffees on what is supposed to be their first date. They joked teased and smiled, forgetting all about the time. They were supposed to be in class. She glanced at the clock on his desk, “Shit.” She jumped up to go retrieve her cloths, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and held her in place. “Hey, it’s one class. I’ll go grab your cloths and bring you over to your place to dress, then give you a ride to school. Unless…”

  “No, Ayden. We have to go.” The way she said we lite his fire, he spun her around and claimed her lips for a quick kiss.

  “Okay, we will go.” He winked and smiled which caused her to smile also. ‘He’s just to damn, cute.’ She thought as she really got it. ‘He liked the sound of we.’ She cocked her head to the side thinking on if she did also. ‘I kind of do. I think.’

  He walked back in and placed her clothes on the bed instead of handing them to her. He turned back around and took a step towards her. He kissed her then spoke, “You could always just wear my shirt, your sexy in it and plus it smells like me and you won’t be able to rid me of your senses at all throughout the day.” She gave a quick laugh and started to push him away. He held on. “Alright, alright, but I get to undress you,” he started to pull his shirt off her, “then dress you.” He grabbed her clothes off the bed and dressed her seductively; sweetly. “Are you turned on enough to let me take them back off again,” he said as he started to lift her shirt back up. She slapped his hand playfully. Oh she was turned on by it alright, but she knew she couldn’t miss another class.

  “Down, pup.” He chuckled and pulled her close to kiss her as she kept her hands on his chest not really fighting him off. Yet he still got the hint; ‘she didn’t want to go, she had to go.’ “Okay, okay let’s go.” He grabbed her hand, laced his fingers with hers, picked it up and kissed it then smiled over at her. They walked out the door and to his motorcycle and she chuckled as she got on before him. “I don’t ride bitch, but you can.”

  “Oh no honny, slide on back. If it was your bike I’d get on the back.” She couldn’t fight with that. She smirked with a spark of devious and slid back. He shook his head knowing she had something up her sleeve and got on. She scooted up close to him and ran her hands over him. “You sure you’ll be able to drive if I have my hands all over you?”

  “Oh, I’ll be able to drive, just don’t count on me not giving back when the rides over.” He fired up the bike and pulled out. She ran her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, down his back, around his sides and to his stomach then down his thighs, up and back to start all over again until the ride was over. She slipped off his bike and he did the same. He grabbed a hold of her, she yelped as he smashed her against him. “What did I tell you about that,” he whispered in her ear, “now the torcher you just caused me will be worse for you.”

  “Torcher,” she said sweet, innocently, “I was just trying to relax you.”

  “Fake. Your innocence is fake. But I can play.” He laughed then latched onto her neck and she squirmed away giggling, he let her go then smacked her behind.

  “Go get ready, we have class.” She ran inside. She threw herself on her bed and asked out loud, “What am I doing? I’m acting like a damn school girl with her first crush.” She shook her head and jumped up. “No time to think now.” She rifled through her cloths a bit more aware of what she should wear. Shaking her head at noticing the ridiculousness of it, she ran back down stairs and out the back door. “Race ya.” She yelled, to reach him at the front of her house as she hopped on her bike and started it up. He laughed and did the same and off they went to school; sort’a together.

  She reached the school first, but only by a second. He pulled into the same spot next to her. She slipped off her bike and headed away while saying, “Good day to you, Ayden.” She spun around to flash him a smile as she still walked away. He laughed and shook his head.

  “Good day to you, Trey.” Then he headed off in the opposite direction. He knew he wouldn’t get a kiss from her in public, but it still didn’t stop him from getting a little disappointed from it. Just not enough to ruin or even come close to adjusting his good mood. She accepted him as hers, right now, that’s all he cared for.

  She was a bit gitty still when she left her class and practically hopped over to her tree in hopes he’d come. She sat down and leaned her head back and let her mind only hold a picture of him in there. He smiled when he saw her, he didn’t think he could be any happier, but he was at the sight of her waiting for him; he knew she was. He slid down the tree and sat by her, letting his arm touch hers and leaned his head back, closing his eyes just like hers. Neither one of them spoke a word for a good few minutes until he lifted his hand with an apple in
it. “Wanna bite?” She smirked, looking at what he was holding. She grabbed his arm and bit his wrist. Yup, his wrist. He buried his head in her neck with a moan. Then she got up and strutted, as much as a girl could really strut, away. She heard his chuckle and smiled all the way to Tammy’s.

  When she sat down in the booth next to Jos she didn’t know what to say or how to take the smile away for that matter. “Trey got laid.” Jos piped in with a laugh from the rest of them.

  “Now that that’s cleared up, what’s on the agenda for today?” They all laughed even Trey then went about talking over the fights that would be up the next day. The planning went smoother than normal and the knowledge settled in the back of Trey’s mind to pull out for another day along with the rest that’s she’s been storing away. She headed off to her last class, which went easier then normal, ‘or at least better then recently,’ she thought as she headed for her run to training.

  He noticed her bike still there before he headed to his and wondered what she was still doing around. He thought to go looking, but knew better; he needed to train. He would still show her just how worthy he was.

  After training they headed back to their bikes. Yup, at the same time. Go figure. “Fancy meeting you here.” Ayden drawled.

  “Hey, you wouldn’t say. What keeps you here so late?” He beamed at her curiosity of where he’s been and the opening she gave to him to ask the same thing. She cursed her mouth ‘cause she knew what this meant.

  “Training in the gym, and you? Sweet thing.” She laughed at her way out that he just presented her, he knew what he did and yup, he cursed himself for it too.

  “Sweet thing,” she drawled sexy, wiggling her eyebrows and all, “and how would you describe such an endearment?” He couldn’t help it, he fell into the trap of avoidance, how could he not; she was just so dang cute. He took a step forward and knew not to touch.

  He put his hand over his heart to emphasize the sweet sarcasm, “The sweet taste of your lips is like nectar to a bird, fly away with me?” She busted up, even slapping her hand on her leg. He dropped his hand as if his heart was stung. “I was going for corny, so don’t even say it.” He changed the sound of his voice and replaced his hand over his heart, “I had to hear you laugh, it’s a melody from the goddess’s themselves.” She laughed more and slid onto her bike.