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Chapter 11
Wyatt
Astrid’s lips tilt up as she fumbles to pull her dress over her head without letting our body heat escape from underneath the covers. I kick my legs and squirm to get my jeans and briefs off my legs.
She starts to laugh, and I wonder how foolish I look. I must look hard up to fuck. But I stop caring as she smiles, and her gaze strikes me with warmth. When I’m done acting like a fucktard, I look over, and she’s almost naked. I stare at what Justin has drawn, and I get why he’s sketched her so many times. Astrid pulls her tights off her feet, and I moan when I see her completely exposed. She looks over and smiles as I show no shame that I’m staring at her stunning body.
With my cock in my hand, I swipe the drops around my tip with my finger over my head, imagining it’s her tongue. Astrid crawls toward me and watches as I pull a condom out of my pocket. Hesitating, I feel like I need to explain.
But Astrid smiles. “Thank you,” she says.
I stare at her, not getting her meaning though I’m glad she’s not upset.
“For giving a shit about me,” she explains. Of course, the jerks around her neighborhood wouldn’t care. Or the ones at Stonehaven.
Panting, I lie on my back in the heat under our comforter tent. I’m excited, as if she’s done a lot more than just kissed me and taken off her dress. She lies over me and opens her thighs, so my thick tip presses against her slick pussy.
I moan, closing my eyes. “You feel so good lying there.”
“I want to ride you,” she says.
“What about the foreplay? You girls want that. And I like eating pussy.” I reach for her hips, but Astrid grabs my hands and stops me from lifting her off.
She presses her mouth to mine, and her tongue slips between my parted lips. I groan as her fingers weave into my hair, and she tugs, the pain biting my scalp. I growl as the lust overtakes love, and I lift my knee, parting her thighs wider. Watching my expression, she rotates her hips against me, and the sweet motion teases my cock until I can’t wait to dive deep inside her.
I would go bareback, but I insist on using a condom out of respect to her. We’ll wait until we’re out of this mess and memories of Stonehaven make us laugh, not cringe.
“I’m on the pill,” she says, watching me roll the condom down.
“Nothing’s guaranteed,” I tell her, “Ever.”
“Not even you,” she whispers.
I swallow but don’t look away from her piercing gaze. “I’ll do better,” I whisper, “I’ll stop being that jerk.”
I hope I can keep that promise. Astrid straddles my hips, rubbing her soaked pussy over my covered cock. Her slow gyrations are testing me as my hands tighten on her fine ass. I’m going to leave fingerprints there. She places her hands on my shoulders and aligns herself with my tip. I watch as my cock disappears into her inch by inch as she pushes and pulls. I moan as my cock stretches her pussy open, and I feel whole. Shudders of pleasure make me close my eyes, but I open them quickly again and watch as Astrid eases further down my stiff shaft. I thought she was all the way in, but she bears her hips down until every inch is surrounded.
I grip her hips and hold her still as I take in the sensation of being wholly inside her. The hurt and the pain are forgiven as she holds onto me, laying her cheek on my chest. Astrid moves her hips slowly back and forth, and I open my eyes, watching the phoenix on her hip move.
She moans. “I needed this tonight, to be close to you. I’ve always wanted you.”
My only thought is we are meant to be together in every way. My hands guide her hips, and she sits up, quickening our pace. Astrid grinds on me as I place my thumb between us, stroking her. Her skin glistens as she writhes, leans back off me and slams back down, sending the bed against the wall. The bedroom is filled with the sound of smacking skin and groans as neither of us hides what we want to feel. Hissing, she tightens around me, and I almost black out until she releases me with a scream.
The rest of the night is spent exploring every part of each other’s bodies and watching the expressions we make. I don’t grit my teeth to hold onto a moan. I let it out and stare at her desperately into her eyes. My mouth explores her curves as we slow down the urgency to perform. And that night, under that scratchy comforter, gasping for air, is the happiest moment I’ve felt since I realized that my life was fucked up.
“Did I tell you I love you?” I ask her.
“You screamed it a few times,” she giggles, “Like a girl.”
“I don’t care if I acted the fool,” I tell her, “if you’re the only one who sees it.”
“You’re no fool, not when you love that deeply.” Astrid nuzzles close as we finally get some sleep.
I wake up and look toward the window as the sky shifts from black to murky gray. I try to move slowly and check my phone but jostle the crap bed. Astrid’s eyelids flutter open. She sniffs, rubbing her nose as she looks around the room, remembering where she is. She looks at me expressionless, and then a soft grin appears on her face. She cuddles against me, softly humming.
“I’m glad you’re still here,” she says.
“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.” I look around at the shapes appearing as the dim sunlight comes through the window. “I won’t be a jerk again.”
She stretches, leaning her long body into mine, and I hold her tight against me.
“I’m sorry too,” she says.
I scoff. “For what? What did you do?”
Her blue eyes open and pin me to the spot. “I should’ve chosen you from the start, Wyatt. Beginning to end.”
