Keep It Safe

by Olivia Snow

  Maxwell kissed between my breasts, moving down to my stomach before he nipped the sides of my thighs. My legs quivered from his touch. Oh, Lord, he’s heading south.

  The reason why I never let a guy go down on me was because it felt way to intimate. The only guy I ever thought of doing that to me was Gabriel. And now Maxwell was willing. And fuck, did it feel right. He kissed and bit a trail from my thigh to my middle, then groaned before his tongue made contact with the bundle of nerves at my center. I moaned, bucking my hips in the air.

  “Oh, God!” I whimpered. Oh, the things I’ve been missing out on.

  “Fuck, you taste like candy.” The professor worked his magic tongue against me until I was rising, getting closer to the edge.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to come.” I gripped his hair burying him deeper. He growled, inserting two fingers inside of me; he hooked them slightly inside, and I gasped as the orgasm crashed into me, squeezing his fingers.

  “One more, Peaches, give me one more, baby.” Before I could completely ride out the first orgasm, I felt the second one as he pumped his fingers inside harder, licking me faster. I came full force, shrieking, my muscles convulsing uncontrollably. My legs felt boneless but I still had a desire that needed to be fulfilled by something else.

  “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even sexier when you come.” He kissed me. Forcing his mouth open with my tongue, I sucked my juices off him. He groaned, grabbing my thighs to spread them wide. I felt his massive head pushing slowly into my entrance, and I had to break our kiss and concentrate on clenching the sheets. Maxwell pushed a little more, then stalled.

  “You all right?” He could barely get through his question. I nodded, whimpering as he pressed in a little more until he filled me completely.

  “You’re so deep,” I whispered.

  “I need to move, Peaches.”

  I kissed him instead of speaking. He moved slowly at first, his moans echoing mine.

  “You’re so wet.” He pulled out a little, pushing himself back in slowly. Every time was better than the last. The pain from his length was absolutely the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. I had no idea how good pain could feel. I moaned a little louder and deeper as he picked up the pace.

  “Tell me how to fuck you, Peaches.”

  “Harder,” I whimpered.

  Maxwell slid his hands underneath me picking up my leg and draping it over his shoulder, pushing deeper. I gasped, sinking my nails into his lower back. He hissed through his teeth, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head.

  “I’m making you mine,” he whispered, lowering his head to suck on my nipple. Moving to the top of my cleavage, he sucked so hard he drew blood. We kissed, crazed, and I could taste the mineral hint of blood while he thrust into me harder and faster. I was getting close, my muscles squeezing around his cock.

  “If you do that again, I’m not going to last long, Peaches.”

  “Neither am I.”

  “You going to come for me, Ava?”

  “Yes! Oh God, yes! Don’t. Stop.”

  “Say my name.” He grunted while our bodies slapped against each other.

  “Max!” I screamed his name again as I came.

  Maxwell thrust into me once again, reaching his orgasm. He laid his head on the crook of my neck, kissing my skin sweetly. He moved, holding himself up by his hands. He smiled for a second before it shattered.

  “Shit! Fuck!” He growled, standing up. I flinched as he pulled out of me.

  “What?” I sat up. Suddenly I knew why he was so upset. Fuck! How could I have been so stupid? I have never forgotten to use a condom before.

  “Please, please, please tell me you’re on some sort of birth control and that you’re clean.” He sounded half desperate, half pissed. I wasn’t sure if he was mad at himself or me.

  “Yeah, yes, of course, I haven’t been sexually active in close to a year. I used to get checked regularly before, so you don’t have anything to worry about on my end.” I stood. “What about you?”

  He looked at my body like he was ready for seconds before licking his lips.

  “Ahem, well?” I cleared my throat.

  “Ah, yeah. Yes, absolutely. I actually have the results in my office if you’d like to see. I always use condoms, well…except with my wife.”

  I balked. “Your wife? You’re still married?” I asked, covering myself and mentally kicking my own ass. He didn’t have a ring around his finger and Aidan never spoke of her, so I figured she had passed or something; I didn’t really want to ask.

  “Technically, yes, but we’ve been separated since Aidan was a baby.”

  “Oh, but you’re still married. Technically.”

  “Yes.” He scratched the back of his neck. Damn, I didn’t know what to think. I was still on a high; I needed to clear my head. I bent down to pick up my clothes to get dressed.

  “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything earlier,” he continued. “We’ve been separated for so long, I’ve moved on and so has she. She’s actually in Australia with her boyfriend.”

  “Right.” I was distracted; he was still naked. “Can…ah, can you get dressed?” I asked. “I can’t think properly while you’re naked.”

  Maxwell grinned. “If I get dressed, that means we’re done. And I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.” He took my hand.

  “Oh.” I breathed deep.

  “Come on, Peaches, let’s take a shower.”

  A long while later, I had fallen asleep on his bed.

  I awoke to small wet kisses trailing from the top of my ass to my neck. It was a lovely way to be woken up.

  “Mmmm.”

  “I want you again, Peaches,” Max whispered, sliding the sheet off my body. I was sore, but the thought of having him inside me again made me hungry and instantly wet.

  Max dipped his fingertips inside of me. “You’re already wet for me, baby. You want me to fuck your wet tight pussy?”

  He pushed his fingers deeper, and I moaned, gripping the pillow. “Mmhmm,” I whimpered.

  “Say it,” he demanded, and I got wetter.

  “I want you to fuck my pussy.”

  Max groaned, hovering over me with his cock at my entrance.

  “I want to go slow, is that all right, baby?” he spoke sweetly, although it was still laced with lust.

  “Whatever you say, Professor.” I smiled back, but it vanished as soon as he pushed inside, filling me with my favorite new toy.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Vanessa

  This morning I felt a whole lot better, optimistic about my period next month now that I was on birth control. I was walking to get some coffee before my first class started when Mallory called.

  “So, what are you doing to do?” Mallory asked after the usual chit-chat.

  “I don’t know, Mal. I really like Diesel, he’s really sweet and funny—”

  “Not to mention sex on a stick.”

  “Yeah, there’s that.” I smiled.

  “But?”

  “But there’s Stellen…and my parents.” I jogged across the street before the light turned green, and my first instinct was to look over to the construction site to see if Diesel was there, but I didn’t. I hadn’t seen him since he’d brought me soup and ice cream, and he didn’t owe me an explanation.

  “You’re playing with fire, Van…or should I say Cynthia. Be careful or you’ll get burned.”

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I nodded to myself. “Yeah, I know.”

  “Listen, hon, I gotta go. Tiffany is here and dad wants me to join them for breakfast.” Mallory had decided to take a year off of school, so she was still living in Vail with her dad. When he needed privacy with his girlfriend he’d hand Mallory his credit card and kick her out of the house for a few days.

  “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Smooches.”

  ***

  Stellen wasn’t outside of my class when it was over. I had come to expect him there an
d when he was a no-show it sort of hurt my feelings. He hadn’t shown up for class either; I called him and it went straight to voicemail. I was becoming a little annoyed and worried all at the same time.

  I wondered if he had found out about Diesel—but how could he? And even if he did, I haven’t done anything wrong. Diesel was my friend, or at least that’s what he said we were, even though the feelings I felt for him were not even close to friendly. Walking past a group on my way home, I was stopped by a girl and boy.

  “Hey, you’re Vanessa right?” the girl asked. “Vanessa Saint John?”

  “Yes, hi.” I cleared my throat. Did I have them in my class?

  “I’m Darcy, and this is Nate, we’ve known your brother since freshman year. He talks a whole lot about you.”

  “Oh, really? That doesn’t sound like something Declan would do.” I laughed. They both look at me, and she seemed hesitant before speaking again.

  “You graduated with honors, right? At Eagle Academy?” Nate asked. “That’s a real tough school even if you pay to get in. Passing is hard to do, and with honors…that’s unheard of. He was really proud of you, surely he’s told you that?”

  I didn’t want to disappoint them by telling them that Declan couldn’t care less what I did or what grades I had. He’d always cared more about his friends than me. By the age of seventeen, Declan was a nonexistent fixture in my life. But these people could continue to believe whatever he was feeding them, and think he was the model older brother.

  “Yes, of course, he’s always telling me how proud he is, just like I am of him.” Part of that was true; I was very proud of my older brother and his desire to continue his education, even if my father was forcing him to do something he didn’t want to do. Declan still had a drive to be successful.

  “Listen, there’s a party tonight at our friend’s house, you want to come?” Darcy must have noticed my hesitation. “Bring a friend or two. Declan won’t be there, but we’d love you to come. We feel like we know you so well from all that your brother has told us.” They were really nice and inviting, and I really wanted to go. I had been to many parties, but never sober. I knew if I asked Mallory to come, she wouldn’t hesitate to drive the two hours for it. Plus, I needed a distraction.

  “All right, sure. I’ll go.”

  Darcy squealed, clapping her hands together before she asked for my phone.

  She keyed it in, then handed it back to me. “There, now you have my number saved, and I called my phone so I have yours. I’ll text you the address and time.”

  “Okay, great.” I smiled. “I’ll see you guys later tonight, then.” Waving goodbye, I continued walking and called Mallory.

  Mal was excited to go; she said she would meet me at the apartment so we could get ready together. I locked up when I got home, deciding to take a nap before Mallory arrived. Laying in my bed, I burned a whole in the celling as I thought about the one person who would have made me so happy—even though he had betrayed me.

  Gabriel wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was truly the first best friend I ever had. He made me giddy, but at the same time made me feel like I could be myself around him, like Diesel did. Gabriel was in his own world until Ava came around, it was then that he’d noticed me. But Diesel had noticed me the first day I met him. He’d made his attraction quite clear.

  I recalled how Gabriel would constantly tell me I was beautiful, and how he didn’t push the hand holding and chaste kisses I gave him. The attraction level I felt for the two of them was completely different. Gabriel was beautiful and sweet, things were meant to be gentle with him. But with Diesel, I could feel the attraction between us like a tangible object. It was heavy and hot and a little wild. Just like him. It was Diesel I was thinking about when I drifted off to sleep, but it was Gabriel I dreamt about.

  “Come on, beautiful, let’s get you back to your parents.” He took my hand as he started walking toward the exit.

  The background was fuzzy, but I knew we were in the cafeteria of our high school. It was when he’d told me he loved me. It was the same night he was taken from me.

  “Wait, why did you bring me here to tell me that?”

  “Oh, damn! See, you made me all nervous I completely forgot my speech.”

  “Your speech?”

  “Yeah, the speech where I tell you that here was where I first saw your gorgeous face and was instantly drawn to you.” My heart fluttered I was immediately consumed with his love and how sweet he was. I stopped to wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss. How could I be shy and timid around a guy who made me feel beautiful and protected? He deserved a good kiss at the very least. I took the initiative and tried to give him the best kiss I could muster. As I let him go, his eyes were still shut, his chest rising rapidly, making me feel like a rock star.

  “Wow,” he said. “Promise me if I win that’s the kind of kiss I’ll get.”

  I giggled and agreed. “I can’t wait to see how you look in your gear. I love the spandex you guys wear. It’s very manly.”

  “It’s called a singlet. If you’re going to tease me at least have the correct wordage,” he said, tickling my sides.

  The memory was on replay in my mind until I was abruptly woken up by pounding on the front door and my cell phone ringing. I scrambled to find the damn thing and when I did, I answered without even looking to see who it was, while getting up to see who was pounding on my door.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh my God, Van, where the hell are you!” Mallory.

  “I was sleeping, sheesh. Is that you pounding on the door?” Slowly approaching the door, I looked through the peephole to see Mallory glaring at me. I hung up the phone and unlocked the door to let my best friend inside. As she passed, Mallory pinched my arm.

  “Ouch, what the hell?”

  “Don’t scare me like that. I thought Cynthia found out about Diesel and kidnapped you or something.” I rubbed my skin, annoyed, but as soon as those words came out of her mouth, my anger was doused by her caring.

  “Why would she kidnap me? If she asks, I’ll tell her he’s my friend and nothing is going on. It’s the truth.”

  “Yeah, okay, you try that. And also try to hold back that goofy-ass smile you get when you hear his name.”

  “I don’t get a goofy smile when I hear his name.” I scoffed.

  “Diesel.” And instantly I felt my face spread into a grin; she was probably right, it was goofy. “See?”

  “Whatever.” I pushed past her, waltzing into my bedroom. “What’s in the bag?”

  “This is your outfit for tonight.” She dumped the contents onto my bed. In the small pile I saw floral print fabric and a solid maroon piece. I stood there and looked down at the clothing; it didn’t look too out of the ordinary from what I usually wore, but I was still very hesitant. After all, Mallory had picked it out, and everything on her was either too short or a little too tight.

  “Put it on,” she said.

  I sucked my teeth and sighed before dressing in the outfit.

  “The skirt’s too short,” I argued, pulling down the fabric. It was a high waist skater skirt, very modern, very in style—and very short. “And the shirt is too tight,” I whined.

  “No, it’s not, you look good, Van. You actually look your age and not like a woman in her forties on her way to the country club.” Mallory grabbed my shoulders and pushed me in the direction of the full-length mirror behind my bedroom closet.

  The girl I saw surprised me; she looked eighteen, care-free, and on her way to a college party. Nothing about her looked like what my life actually was.

  “What shoes do I wear?” I asked, smiling at my reflection.

  “That’s my girl.” She patted my shoulder. “Your black knee high boots.”

  ***

  Mallory and I decided to drive to the party even though it was a ten-minute walk from my apartment. We didn’t want to be wandering around in the dark by ourselves on a Friday night. My palms were sweating and I was nervou
s. My stomach clenched. This wasn’t my first party, but it was the first time I had gone without liquid courage.

  The garage door was open to a game of beer pong. Each team consisted of a boy and a girl. I took in my surroundings. Red solo cups littered the front yard as a popular song spilled into the outdoors through the open windows and front door. Grinning, I observed two boys tackling each other on the ground while they wrestled drunkenly. A group of girls laughed and cheered them on. My smile faded as I saw the winning team cheer. Diesel grinned at the losing team before taking his scantily clad teammate in for a hug. While his arms were around her and hers around him, he jerked his head up and saw me. I stilled, gaping at him like a damn idiot. What the hell is he doing here?

  “Good Lord, that boy should come with a warning,” Mallory said, and I snapped out of my Diesel stupor.

  “I want to leave,” I begged, but she only rolled her eyes at me.

  “Please, Van, get a hold of yourself. Let’s go inside and dance, okay? Please, just for one night, let’s have some nice clean sober fun.”

  “Mal,” I said again, pleading as Diesel unwrapped his teammate from his sides and stalked in my direction.

  “Vanessa Rose. You. Owe. Me!” She stomped her foot.

  And she was right, I did owe her. All those times where she took care of me when she could have left me, even when we weren’t that close. She stuck by me her entire senior year and took care of me at countless parties while I drank myself to sleep.

  “Okay, you’re right.” I took her hand as we walked into the house, but not before hearing Diesel call my name. I didn’t even make it that far before he was tugging at my arm. From the moment he touched me, I was pissed. What gave him the right to talk to me when he’d been giving me the cold treatment all this time?

  “Vanessa, didn’t you hear me callin’ you?” He forced me to look his way.