by Susan Stoker
Chapter Twelve
“How’s Jackson?” Aspen asked after he’d kissed Wendy hello. She’d met him in the parking lot of her complex. She’d been anxious to see him and was too impatient to wait for him to come up to the apartment itself. He’d frowned at her and scolded her for not letting him escort her to his Jeep, but she’d merely rolled her eyes at him.
“We worked him pretty hard Friday night.” It was Sunday, and they had the entire day to themselves. Jackson was spending the day with Jenny and her family. Things between the teenagers had gotten serious quickly, but Wendy didn’t worry about him too much. She trusted her brother and knew he’d make an excellent boyfriend…the night of Jenny’s play had proved that. He’d done what he could to keep her safe.
On Saturday, she and Jackson had celebrated her birthday as planned. They’d gone out for pizza, but instead of going to the putt-putt place like usual, because Jackson was still super sore, they’d chosen to see the latest superhero movie at the theater.
They celebrated her turning twenty-seven just like they’d celebrated every other birthday…pretending she was five years older than she was. She’d explained to Jackson when he was eight that it was important people think she was twenty-one when their parents had died. That way, no one would try to separate them again because she was too young.
Wendy sighed. “Hurting,” she said, answering Aspen’s question. “But he hasn’t complained. In fact, he was super excited to show me the bruises on his sides and legs. Have I thanked you for teaching him self-defense? I don’t like why he wants to learn, but I have to admire him for it all the same.”
Aspen wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug. “It’s my pleasure, sweetheart. And I won’t lie to you and say that he probably won’t ever have to use what we’re teaching him because I think you’re smarter than that. You were there last week. You saw that Lars guy and his friends. Most bullies back off when their victims won’t give in to their taunts. But not Lars.”
Wendy sighed and pulled back a bit. “I know. That’s why I’m not asking you to take it easy on him. I hate that he’s going through this, but I actually feel relieved you’re here to help.”
“I’ll be there for him no matter what. If for some reason things between us don’t work out, I’ll still be his friend. I hope you both know that. But that being said…I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure that things do work out between us.”
Wendy smiled up at him. “Me too. I like you, Aspen.”
“I like you too. Now…what do you want to do for your birthday today?”
Wendy bit her lip. That was totally a loaded question. She knew what she wanted. She wanted Aspen to make love to her. Then fuck her so hard and deep, she didn’t know where he ended and she began. She’d loved sex when she was younger, and it had been a long time since she’d been with anyone. Too busy with Jackson, tired from working two jobs, and too afraid to get close to anyone.
“Wow, those are some deep thoughts,” Aspen commented, smirking.
“What I’d really like is to spend time with you at your place. Just the two of us. Jackson will be at Jenny’s until after dinner.”
Aspen looked at his watch, then back at her, his eyebrows raised suggestively. “So, we have five hours all to ourselves?”
“Yup.”
“Are you sure you want to go to my condo? We can go out to eat, or I can take you to a movie, or shopping for something you’ve always wanted.”
“Lately, all I want is you.”
Aspen licked his lips and took a deep breath before answering. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Absolutely. One hundred percent.”
He smiled then leaned down and kissed her gently and affectionately. “The birthday girl should always get what she wants.”
Then he turned and, a little too quickly, hustled her into his Jeep. The parking lot was quiet, as it was a Sunday afternoon and most of the questionable people who lived there were probably still sleeping. He jogged around the front to the driver’s side.
He started the Jeep and was headed toward his condo without any other commentary. Wendy appreciated it. The last thing she wanted was him to ask a million times if she was sure. Of course she was. She was an adult. She wouldn’t have suggested it and told him she wanted him if she didn’t.
Aspen had a habit of being overly cautious, and she realized a couple nights ago that she was going to have to make the first move toward changing their relationship from brief kissing or making out here and there, to a more physical one.
Yes, they’d had phone sex that one time, but instead of moving them toward having sex faster, it seemed to have stalled it. For her birthday, Wendy wanted to go after what she wanted for once. She was horny, and Aspen was hot. Not only that, but he was a genuinely nice guy. She needed more of those in her life.
She was so lost in her head, Wendy didn’t realize they were at his place until he’d turned off the engine.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked quietly.
“Absolutely not. You?”
He chuckled. “You’re funny.”
Wendy beamed.
“Wait there,” Aspen ordered.
Wendy did as he asked and watched as he went around the front of the Jeep to her side. He scooped her up out of the seat and she squealed as she threw an arm around his neck to hold on. He used his ass to shut the door and immediately strode up to his condo. He had to set her down to put the key in the lock, but afterward, picked her up again.
Wendy giggled as he shut the front door with his foot.
“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“Want something to drink?”
“No.”
“We could watch TV.”
Wendy reached up and palmed the side of his face. “I don’t want to watch television. I don’t need to use the restroom. I don’t want to play a board game. I want you inside me, Aspen. So hard and deep, I can’t remember a time when we weren’t together.”
She watched his pupils dilate at her carnal words.
“I’m not sure I can be slow the first time,” he said, his words rough with emotion. “I want you too badly.”
“Good.”
Without another word, he headed for the stairs. Carrying her as if she weighed no more than a child, when Wendy knew for a fact that wasn’t the case, he walked up to the third-floor master bedroom without breathing hard at all. He strode into his room, the sight of his once again unmade bed making Wendy lick her lips in anticipation. He put her down on the edge of the mattress and leaned over her.
Wendy went back on her elbows and stared up at Aspen. His face was as intense as she’d ever seen it. “Aspen,” she whispered, not sure what she was saying with that one word.
“Last chance to back out,” he practically growled.
Instead of answering him, Wendy reached for the hem of his shirt and slowly drew it up his body.
The second he realized what she was doing, he stood and brushed her hands away. He grabbed hold of the shirt and tore it over his head.
“Get naked,” he ordered as his hands went to the fastening of his jeans.
With a little giggle, Wendy did as he asked. She unzipped her own jeans and pushed them over her hips. She was unbuttoning her blouse when Aspen’s hands moved hers out of the way again and he took over.
Looking up, Wendy blinked. He was standing over her, already butt naked. Aspen’s cock was hard and jutted out from black curls between his legs. It bobbed and dipped as he moved, and she couldn’t take her eyes from it.
He pushed her shirt down her arms, and even as she was still struggling out of the sleeves, he’d unhooked the clasp of her bra and was pushing that down her arms as well. Then his hands went to her hips and he yanked her to the very edge of the mattress. Wendy fell back with an umph and grinned as he pulled her panties over her ass. He stepped back long enough for her to kick them off, then he was back, hovering over her.
She felt his cock brush a
gainst her belly, leaving a wet, cold smear of precome. Wendy wrapped her legs around his hips and reached up for him at the same time his mouth lowered to hers.
If she thought the kisses they’d shared in the past were hot, this one left all the others in the dust. She could feel his cock pulsing between their bodies. Her nipples were hard from the chilly air in the room and with excitement. Every time they brushed against the hair on Aspen’s chest, it was as if a jolt of electricity went straight to her pussy.
The wetness between her legs was almost obscene. Wendy couldn’t remember ever wanting a man more than she wanted Aspen right that second.
He pulled back and his gaze went from her face to her chest. Then he pushed himself up onto his hands so he could see more of her. By the time his gaze came back to her face, the intense look in his eyes made her feel that much more beautiful…and turned on.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here. In my bed. With me.”
“Less talk and more action,” Wendy gasped, needing him inside her more than she needed to breathe.
He took one hand and flattened it against her collarbone. Then he slowly, ever so slowly, ran it down her body, his calluses scratching her erect nipple as his hand moved over it. She sucked in a breath as he practically covered her not-so-flat belly. But it was when he ran his fingers through the short hairs covering her pussy that she flat-out forgot to breathe.
“So wet,” he murmured. “You want me.”
“Duh.”
He smiled and moved his hand to his cock, squeezing the base and closing his eyes for a second. Then he said, “This is gonna be hard and fast, sweetheart. You okay with that?”
“After you put on a condom, yes.”
Aspen froze, then swore long and low even as he was bending down to grab his pants. He was mumbling to himself. “Shit. Fuck. Get it together, Carlisle.”
Wendy giggled and relaxed. She’d been ready to shove him away if he refused to use a rubber, but she should’ve known better. Aspen wasn’t that man. He wasn’t an asshole. He’d given her plenty of chances to back out and had been over-the-top careful about making sure she really wanted this. Wanted him.
He dropped his pants back on the floor and ripped open the packet with his teeth. Watching him roll the condom down his rock-hard dick was almost as arousing as anything else he’d done.
When he was all gloved up, he leaned over her again. “Sorry about that. I’d never take you bare without your permission. But you should know, I’m clean. I get tested every couple of months by the Army. A full physical.”
“I am too…but I’m not on anything.”
The gleam in his eyes at her admission made her insides quiver. “A lot of women your age are on some sort of birth control,” he fished.
Wendy gave him what he was looking for. “There’s no need for me to be since I haven’t had sex in years. My periods are regular and relatively pain-free.”
“I can’t claim years, but it’s been a while. Ever since I started talking to this fascinating woman on the phone who tried to sell me life insurance, I haven’t been able to think about anyone but her.”
“Fuck me, Aspen,” Wendy said softly.
“Oh, I’m going to,” Aspen said, leaning over her once again. “Then I’m going to make love to you. After, I want to put you in that tub in my bathroom and fulfill that fantasy I had of you in there.”
Wendy could only nod as images flooded her brain of the two of them in the tub together…and what they’d do afterward.
Moving slowly, Aspen notched the head of his cock at her opening. Then, using his thumb to rub slow circles over her clit, he slowly pushed inside.
Wendy tensed at first, then relaxed when she realized he wasn’t just going to slam himself inside her.
As if he could read her mind, he explained, “You said it’s been a while. I refuse to fuck you properly until you’re good and ready for me.”
He slipped in another inch. He never stopped his thumb’s movements as he eased farther and farther inside her. When she thought he was in as far as he could go, he put one hand under her ass, lifting her a couple inches, at the same time shifting closer to the bed.
Wendy inhaled deeply. She could feel the hair on his legs brush against the inside of her thighs. She’d missed this. The feeling of being connected to another human being. Of being one with them. But with Aspen it was different. Bigger.
Her inner muscles contracted, and she was fascinated by the way Aspen groaned as a result.
“You okay?” he asked.
“More than.”
He experimentally shifted backward, then pushed inside her once again. “Sure?”
“Fuck me, Aspen. I need it. I need you.”
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he warned.
Wendy nodded.
And with that, Aspen got down to business. He pulled almost all the way out of her, then slammed back in with a force he hadn’t used before. Then he did it again. And again. He had one hand on her hip and the other rubbed firmly over her clit as he fucked her.
Wendy knew her boobs were bouncing up and down with each thrust, but it just added to the carnality of the experience. Aspen wasn’t being gentle, but he absolutely wasn’t hurting her. She needed the friction and feeling of his body hitting hers to help her get off.
“God, Aspen. Yes!”
“Rub your clit,” he ordered.
Mindless with lust, Wendy did as he asked, moving her hand down her body to stimulate herself.
Both hands now free, Aspen grabbed her butt and held her a couple inches off the mattress, pulling her into him with each thrust of his hips.
The position was slightly uncomfortable for her, but Wendy didn’t care. It was hot, and Aspen was using her how he needed to in order to get off. She continued to frantically rub her clit even as she kept her eyes open and on the man between her legs.
She didn’t want to miss one second of this. She hadn’t felt this womanly and feminine in a long time.
“Fuck, this feels good,” Aspen murmured, his gaze meeting hers. “You feel good. I’ve dreamed about this, but the reality is so much better than my fantasy.”
Wendy used her free hand to pinch one of her nipples even as she tried to spread her legs wider, to get Aspen deeper inside her.
“You like this, don’t you,” Aspen said. “You like being taken hard and fast.”
“Yesssssss,” Wendy panted. “You feel so good.”
“You need to make yourself come,” Aspen warned. “I’m not going to last. You’re too slick. Too tight. I haven’t had pussy like this ever.”
His words were crude, but they turned her on even more.
“Do it, Wen. Come all over my cock. Let me feel it.”
Closing her eyes for the first time, Wendy concentrated on coming. She wanted this. More than she could articulate. Using two fingers now, she wasn’t gentle and fingered herself roughly until her legs began to tremble with her pending orgasm.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Laid out for me, open for whatever I want to give you. That’s it, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Let go.”
And with his words echoing in her mind, she did just that. Every muscle in her lower body tightened and she came. Long and hard. She vaguely heard Aspen moan in appreciation even as he fucked her harder.
Then, as she was coming down from her orgasmic high, he pressed inside her as far as he could and threw his head back. He groaned even as he shook with his release.
How long they stayed connected like that, Wendy didn’t know, but when he finally opened his eyes and looked down at her, she almost gasped at the intensity of his gaze.
He didn’t say anything, simply let go of her ass and propped himself over her, then leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t loving—it was a claiming. He devoured her mouth as if he’d never get enough.
Wendy opened wider for him, letting him take what he wanted. When he finally pulled back, he was breathing a
s hard as she was.
“That was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had in my life,” he said quietly, and so earnestly, Wendy couldn’t help but believe him. “Thank you for giving me that gift, although since it’s your birthday, I’m supposed to be the one giving and not taking.”
“Oh, you gave all right,” Wendy assured him. “And I’m hoping you give that to me again soon.”
He chuckled, and Wendy felt his cock slip out of her soaked folds.
“Damn,” he said. “That sucks.”
She smiled up at him, loving how at ease he was with his body. It made this after-loving part not so awkward.
“I’m going to go take care of this condom. I’ll be back. Climb under the sheet, sweetheart.”
But he didn’t move. Instead, his eyes raked over her face, as if he was memorizing it. He brushed a lock of hair off her sweaty forehead and his lips quirked up in a secretive smile.
“Thought you were going to clean up.”
“I am,” he said, but still didn’t move.
Wendy relaxed under him and caressed his sides with her fingers. Finally, after another minute of quiet contemplation, he sighed and eased up from his position over her.
He turned and walked toward the bathroom, not at all concerned about his nudity. Wendy didn’t think she’d ever be that nonchalant about being naked in front of him, but then, she didn’t have an ass that looked like she could bounce quarters on it all day long.
The afternoon sun shone through the window and Wendy wasn’t at all tired. But she did as Aspen asked and got under the sheet. Pulling it up to her chest, she smiled at the feeling of wetness between her legs. It was a bit uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind.
In less than a minute, Aspen appeared back in the room and came straight to the bed. She didn’t get to look at him long, as he was moving fast, but what she was able to see, she liked.
He had a bit of chest hair, but she had to look hard to see it. His arms bulged with muscles, and he had those delicious V-muscles as well. The skin around his hips was lighter than the rest of him, proving that he worked out in the sun quite a bit without a shirt on. The five o’clock shadow on his chin made him look even more rugged and masculine. All in all, there wasn’t one thing about his body that she didn’t like.