by Rose, Ashley
Blaize stopped the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "You're thinking of something." He brushed his lips against hers, waiting for a reply.
"Yes, I was."
"Well, what was it?"
"I was thinking that it's a little humorous that I actually thought I could go without getting a little action from you."
He smiled and stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. "Sorry."
"For what? Being irresistible?"
She expected him to blush, at least a little, but instead he just beamed at her and stroked her thigh.
She groaned and tried to slide off his lap but his strong hands kept her in place.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You shouldn't do that."
"Do what?"
"Look at me like that while stroking my leg."
"Uh, why not?"
"Because. It makes me melt."
He just grinned again. "So?"
She groaned as he did it again, except this time his hand was on her ass. "It’s torture."
"The pleasurable kind, I hope."
"But torture nonetheless."
Jaide's next ten minutes were filled with kissing, nibbling, Blaize's exploring hands and trying to keep her hormones in check. She wanted more, and she could tell by the bulge in his shorts that his body wanted more too.
Everything was going good, but Blaize seemed to suddenly become a little uncomfortable.
Jaide pulled her lips from his collarbone and sat back on his lap, putting some distance between them. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing ... it’s nothing." He tried to kiss her again but she kept out of range.
"It's not nothing."
With a sigh, he sat back. "It's just, I feel a little weird just because it's like, we're here, out in the open. Anyone could walk out and see us; Bella, your brother, Mason, anyone."
She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's true. But it's not a big deal."
"Yeah, sorry I brought it up." He tried to pull her close again.
She stood up and over him, out of the hot tub. "Come on."
"What are you doing?"
"Umm, I figured we'd go up to my room. That’s pretty private."
"But you said it's not a big deal." He stepped out of the hot water.
"And you agreed, but I can tell it makes you uncomfortable either way, even if it's just a little. And I want you to be comfortable." She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his chest.
"I feel bad now."
"Why?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Because you're being so accommodating and I'm ... not. I'm slowing things down."
"Well you're my guest and it is totally fine that we're waiting, for the millionth time. Come on, let's just go upstairs, get comfortable, maybe put in a movie, just hang out ... whatever."
Blaize nodded. "You're the best, you know?"
"So I've been told." She smiled up at him. "Come on, let’s go." She snatched up his hand and pulled him all the way up the stairs, laughing.
As soon as they were in private, Blaize couldn't keep his hands off her. He shut the door tightly, locking it just because it would ensure their privacy, knowing he was just being paranoid.
Jaide had her back turned, inspecting her DVD collection for something to put in. He picked her up from behind and was awarded with a shriek. He quickly dropped her on her bed and settled himself down on top of her.
He didn't give her any time to speak, just kissed her fervently, his hands roaming all over her body.
She responded immediately, pulling him closer, almost desperately, and wrapping one leg around his waist.
His hips pushed against hers and she could feel his amazingly large erection clearly through his shorts.
A few minutes later, things were getting really heavy and Jaide was about ready to rip his shorts off. Blaize obviously felt the same level of intensity but dealt with it differently. Evidently he had decided things had gone far enough so he rolled off her.
She gave him a moment, hoping he just needed a second to take it down a notch. She got excited when he rolled back over her but instead of settling down on top of her again, he climbed right over her and off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
"Blaize."
He stopped but didn't turn around. "Yeah?"
"Where are you going?"
"Uh, I need to take care of something."
She had a feeling she knew exactly what that “something”' might be. Hopping off the bed, she stepped in front of him. "Maybe I can help."
"Jaide, I thought we decided ..."
"No, not sex, but maybe a little something else?"
Blaize eyes widened, a little panicked. "No way, Jaide! There is abso -"
"I'm not talking about oral."
He was immensely relieved. "Oh. What were you talking about then?"
"Well if you're up to it ... uh, no pun intended because you are obviously ... up ... anyways, if you're up to it, maybe we could arrange a little, uh, hand action?"
"Jaide, you really don't need to, it's fine. I'm fine. I'm just gonna take care of it."
"Come on, your hand, my hand, what's the difference?" she grinned, trying to joke about it.
He wasn't amused. "Jaide ..."
"Ok, why don't we just get in the shower, rinse off this chlorine like usual, and try it out? If it doesn't work for you or makes you uncomfortable, we can stop. Why not give it a try?" She pushed a little, desperate for the trust.
"I don't know, Jaide."
"Just give it a try? Come on. I've never had to beg a guy to let me give him a hand job before. Please?"
He hesitated another moment before nodding.
She pulled him into the bathroom before he changed his mind.
The shower had two showerheads, the kinds that were mounted in the ceiling so the water came straight down like you were standing under a waterfall. She turned both heads on hot and pulled Blaize in, shutting the glass door behind him.
He still seemed very uncomfortable, so she pulled them under the flow of hot water and stood on her tiptoes to kissed his lips. "Relax."
When he seemed relaxed, she reached for the ties of his shorts but he immediately tensed up.
"Wait ... just ..."
Abruptly, he pushed her against the tile wall and she waited. She had a feeling that he just needed to have some sense of control over the situation. She hoped that this was a positive thing for him. She didn't want to mess anything up but she was pretty confident that once they got the awkwardness out of the way, it would be ok.
She stroked his abs and kissed him again. The water from the showerhead was falling directly on his bent shoulders, running the length of his body. Steam was already fogging up the glass wall of the shower and turning the air around them humid.
Finally, he kissed her back and loosened up a little bit. She reached for the ties of his shorts again but he stopped her and untied them himself. He left his shorts undone for her. He held her face with both hands and kissed her, almost as if he didn't want her looking down.
Either way, she took his actions as permission so she reached down again and this time, he didn't stop her. As soon as she gripped him, she remembered what she’d heard about his size and understood what Blaize was so worried about. He definitely wasn't lacking in this department.
She started to work him and he automatically tensed up. After a minute, he got comfortable enough to kiss her like normal, like nothing was going on.
Sensing that he was loosening up, she kissed a bit harder. She quickened her pace with one hand and used her other to guide his fingers to her waist. She needed to be touched. Slowly, hesitantly, Blaize began stroking her waist with one hand. Bringing his other hand up, he used it to run his fingers across her breast, slowing over the most sensitive area.
Blaize sensed the Jaide needed a release of her own. He wasn’t ready to go all the way, but he felt he owed her something. As she continued to stroke him, he used his free hand to slip between her
legs, finding her most sensitive spot. Jaide began shuddering almost immediately. That was all Blaize needed. He rubbed her faster, feeling his own release building up quickly.
When he got close, he stopped kissing her and closed his eyes. All of his muscles contracted. Planting one hand on the wall beside her head, he pulled in a couple of ragged breaths but didn't seem to let any air out.
Suddenly, he gasped out all the stored air in his lungs as he released and put his head down on her shoulder to recover.
She tied his shorts closed while he seemed to be resting. "Blaize?" She rubbed both hands up his back. "Everything ok?"
He let out another breath and kissed her shoulder where his head had been resting. "Way more than ok ... Jaide, you are amazing."
He kissed her again, this time on the lips. "Jaide ...than -"
"If you say 'thank you', I'm going to punch you."
"Ok, I won't say it." She could feel him smiling against her lips.
"Good, because I wanted to do it. You’re acting like it was a favor. Besides, if it was a favor, then you did me one too."
She cast a suggestive gaze downwards but he caught her under the chin with a finger.
"What are ya looking at?"
"Nothing. Your shorts are done up now. But I could be looking at something pretty impressive."
He stepped back. "That's one way to put it." For a moment, he seemed very self-conscious and uncomfortable but then he seemed to catch himself, and he reached for her again. "Come on, how about that movie now?"
They stepped out of the shower together but she was a bit curious. "Umm, are we going to talk about this at all?"
Grabbing a towel, he started to dry off. "Look Jaide, that was incredible, and I would totally love doing it again and again. But I know it's not giving you what you need. It is probably just making it worse. I appreciate it, but I feel like since I'm not ready to go all the way through, that I don't have anything to offer you in return. I feel like I'm using you."
"Blaize, you're right. It’s not sex but that's ok, and I've been saying that from the beginning. There is obviously something going on here that just needs a little time to be worked out and that is totally fine. You are not using me. I enjoyed that, and not just because you enjoyed it, ok? I can tell that it was hard for you, at first. It was a trust issue and there is nothing wrong with that. You have no idea the trust issues I have. But if this is what works for us, for now, that's great, and I'm looking forward to the next time."
"Jaide, honestly I don't expect ..."
"I want to. Are you listening? I liked it. I enjoyed it. It was fun. It built a bond between us, and I can't wait to do it again. I mean, as long as you're comfortable with it, so am I."
"But ..."
"Nope, don't want to hear it right now. You liked it, right?"
He blushed a little, which Jaide found extremely odd considering what they had just done. "Well yeah, it was very amazing and erotic, but ..."
"Good, then next time this predicament arises we can pick up this conversation. For now, I'm thinking some dry clothes, a movie and curling up on my giant bed."
He smiled at her persistence. "Sounds like a plan."
A few hours later, the kitchen smelled like bacon and macaroni and cheese. Jaide and Blaize had decided to cook. Blaize wanted meat but Jaide wanted pasta, so they compromised on macaroni and cheese with fresh chunks of bacon stirred in. Blaize had cooked the bacon while Jaide made the macaroni and cheese.
Jaide dished out two huge bowls and handed them to Blaize to take out into the living room. She followed him closely with utensils, a Coke for Blaize and a Fresca for her.
They popped in a disc from the first season of Bones, which they had been watching earlier.
"We're gonna get fat if we eat like this all weekend," Jaide commented.
"No kidding. Too bad this is so damn delicious." He shoveled a big spoonful into his mouth.
She laughed and took a bite for herself. "You know what we should do?"
"What?"
“We should be smart.”
“I’m for that”
“You’ve seen the house and met my dad, so to avoid getting fat, well, if we headed back now there would be no one there. The school and the dorm are empty. We could really be alone.”
"But we're alone here."
"Yeah, until Bella pops in, or my dad comes home early, or Tremaine and Mason come up with more surprises."
"Right, I get your point." Blaize smiled at her thought. “That is smart. That actually sounds really nice. Let’s do it."
"Yeah?"
"Why not? We don't have anything going on today. Forget that pool party idea, too juvenile. Might as well head back before anyone else does, before it turns into a zoo."
"Cool. We’ll leave as soon as we get packed and ready."
Two hours later, they were halfway back to school on the freeway but not moving. Traffic was stopped and being detoured because of an accident a few miles ahead. The Audi Q-7 was in park since they had been sitting in the same spot for a good 15 minutes. A traffic control officer was going down the long line of cars, notifying each driver that it would be at least another twenty minutes before traffic got moving again at all.
Blaize thanked the officer and put up his window. "Great." He turned the engine off.
"No big deal,” said Jaide. “It’s not like we're in a hurry."
Blaize leaned back in his seat. "I'm sure we could probably find some way to pass the time though." He glanced over at her.
"Ohhhh, no. You’re not getting anything more than a peck on the cheek until we get back to the school, where I can have my revenge."
"Ooooh, that sounds like fun." He mocked excitement.
"We'll see how you like a taste of your own medicine."
"Oh, I think I'll like it very much." He reached across the seat for her but she kept her distance. "Aw, come on. I let you kiss me during the day."
"Only once, and your quota is up. You’re just gonna have to wait."
"Ok, I see how it is." He sat back in his seat. He purposely reclined the seat and stretched so his abs were showing. He folded his hands behind his head, spread his legs, getting comfortable and looking incredibly sexy, she felt.
"You are so ..." she trailed off, not finding the right word.
"Irresistible?" he said, closing his eyes lazily.
She sighed. "Unfortunately."
"Aww, come on. Be a good sport."
"Ok, I guess one kiss is ok." She reclined her seat back as far as it would go.
"Ha!" Blaize unsnapped his seat belt and immediately climbed over to her side of the car and settled his body over hers.
"We're getting pretty bad, you know. Can’t even keep our hands off each other for a few hours." She rubbed his shoulders and chest.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not. To be honest, this is way more what I'm used to. It's nice just to know there's always a guy nearby that wants to kiss me."
He brushed his lips against the soft skin of her neck. "I left bruises here again. I'm sorry. I should be more careful."
"Don't you dare. I love the way you kiss." She pushed her fingers into his hair.
He lifted his face from her neck to lay his lips on hers. Jaide was quickly overwhelmed by the kiss. One of her legs came up to wrap around his waist, pulling their hips flush.
Blaize moaned at the new closeness and pulled his lips away. "Jaaaaaide."
"Hmm?" she inquired, sliding her hands up the back of his shirt, feeling each muscle.
"Maybe we should wait for this."
"What for?"
"Because ..." A loud honk startled both of them. Blaize looked over his shoulder and out the windshield. "Shit." He rolled off her and slid back into the driver seat. Traffic had started moving again.
Blaize started the car and hit the accelerator. The Audi growled in response and took off, pushing Jaide back in her seat.
"Ooops," Blaize laughed, "that cop s
aid twenty minutes."
Jaide yawned. "Good, I wanna get there. I'm hellishly tired."
"You should take a nap. I'll wake you up when we get there."
"No, I wanna keep you company." She yawned again.
"But don't you wanna be fully rested for your 'revenge' tonight?"
"Hmmm, that's true. You don't mind if I sleep?"
"Nope, go ahead."
"Ok, night night."
Within ten minutes, Jaide was fast asleep. Blaize glanced down at her and noticed she was shivering a little, so he cranked up the heater before turning his eyes back to the road. As he drove, Jaide dwelt in another world of sheer terror, not shivering, but physically trembling.
Jaide tried to control her trembling as she sat in her small room, listening to the sounds coming from the rest of the house. Her dad was home and he was in a bad mood. She could tell by the way he had screeched into the driveway and slammed the front door. His heavy steps came down the hallway and Jaide closed her eyes, praying the steps would continue on, past her door. They didn't, and she cringed and backed against her far wall as the lock on the outside of her door opened and the door swung in. The door slammed open and her dad stood there. He wasn't dressed like a dirty wife beater, or in ripped jeans like the stereotypical abusive father. No, her father was reputable storeowner, dressed in a blue button up and khakis, very normal looking.
"Out!" he said firmly. He never yelled, merely spoke menacingly and commandingly firm. Jaide heard her voice pleading, "Please ... I don't..." But he never told her twice. He strode across the room and grabbed her by the back of the neck, dragging her out of the room. Sometimes she tried to fight, more often than not she didn't. It never helped. She never got much to eat, she never had any strength. She only weighed about 100 pounds. That was pretty scrawny for her above average height. He dragged her through the house. It looked normal and clean, like any middle class suburban house. She didn't see the house much. She didn't get out of her room much and when she did, it was usually for the same action by him. Usually her father threw her down on the living room floor or couch, but some days he took her all the way into the dining room. Today was one of those days. Her trembling grew more intense. He shoved her hard and she slammed into the long table. The wood connected with her bony hip and she cried out in pain. "Shut the fuck up. Take off your clothes." He calmly unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirts and rolled up his sleeves. "No Dad, please." She begged and begged. He didn't tell her twice. He grasped her shirt and ripped it off. She tried to hold onto it but he was too strong. He grabbed her around the back of the neck again and spun her around so she faced away from him. He pushed her forward again, the table digging into her hips. He bent her over the table. She tried to pry his hand off her neck, "Please, no, no..." He cuffed her on the side of her head, hard. Darkness descended on her, and she welcomed it. But before it could fully overtake her, she was bent over the table, allowing blood to rush to her head and pulling her back into full consciousness. Her panties were gone now and she was naked. The table was cold against her bare skin. The heavy hand on her neck was smashing her face against the table. She turned her head to the side so she could breathe and caught a glimpse of her father unzipping his pants. Her tears started to fall, and she pushed futilely against the table. She begged for him to stop again but he wasn't hearing it. He lifted her head off the table just far enough so it would hurt when he slammed it back down, getting her to shut up. Jaide saw black spots and wished he would do it again. Maybe she would pass out. One rough hand gripped her hip while he leaned on her neck with the other, keeping her solidly against the table as he began one of his favorites pastimes ...