The Blue Rose

9. Serena

NINE

SERENA

W hen we get to my car, Aster pushes me up against it, making me gasp with the force. He leans against me, fusing our bodies together, and his growing erection pressing against my thigh. “I’ve been dying to kiss you, since we met, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for two weeks.”

Got a funny way of showing a girl you miss her.

Before I can respond, he crashes his lips against mine. His kiss is as powerful and intense as the man himself, leaving me breathless.

I don’t care that he hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks. I don’t care what his reason is. After that act he just pulled, I lost all senses. All I can think about is being lost in him. His lips are as soft as I imagined and they fit perfectly against mine.

Clutching his head, I pull him closer into me, deepening the kiss.

He groans against my mouth and effortlessly lifts me off the ground. He rips the slit in my dress higher, so it’s easier for me to wrap my legs around him.

He pulls away and starts to kiss down my neck, making me moan softly, I feel him chuckle against my neck, the vibration flowing through me and making me throb.

I tip my head back to allow more room and feel his teeth penetrate my skin, I let out a small yelp. What is he a fucking vampire? He sucks down hard, my head falls against the window, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, lost in the sensation his mouth is bringing. His tongue replaces his mouth, and I feel him lick from the bite, all the way to the back of my ear, making me shiver, in the most delicious way.

He growls against my neck, “I want you so fucking bad, little lamb. I need to have you.”

“Take me,” I whisper breathlessly, looking into his hungry green eyes. He grabs the keys from my hands, unlocking the door, and pushing me into the back. My car has three row seating, the middle and back row are always down, easier to put my art supplies into. I parked away from all the other cars, scared that mine could get dented, and right now I’m happy I did. There is no one around to see the sinful act happening in this dimly lit parking garage.

He follows me down, kissing me fiercely, before slowly starting to nip down my body. He bites through the fabric of the dress, intentions clear in his eyes.

He lifts up my dress to kiss my thigh, looking up at me, and says “This dress was meant for me and me alone. I don’t want you dressing up for anyone like this ever again.”

I whimper and nod, too lost in the moment to realize what he’s claimed.

He bunches my dress up, and I place my hand over his, stopping him. He tilts his head, “Why did you stop me?”

I whisper, turning my head away, “I don’t want you seeing my stomach. I have stretch marks, and they’re not attractive.” Even though I’ve been working my ass off to get into shape, the marks stay, and I am most insecure about them. I’ve tried tightening exercises, creams, lotions, everything you can think of, but they stay plastered to my stomach, refusing to go away.

Keeping my eyes from meeting his eyes, I feel his hands grip my waist, tightening with each word, “Serena, look at me.” I slowly turn my head, meeting blazing eyes. “Your body is a work of art.” The rip he made earlier at the slit, he grabs, and tears the rest of the way off, in one swift movement and I’m left bare beneath him, in nothing but my red laced bra and panties. Thank God I decided to match today. He kisses each mark, “These marks are perfect brushstrokes, of the masterpiece that was made just for me. If you ever talk about yourself in a negative way again.” He bites my stomach, making me twitch, “I will punish you. Stop me again and you will regret it.”

His words make my eyes water, no one has ever made me feel so seen before, so beautiful. He looks at me like I’m a work of art, one he wants to explore. How did I get so lucky?

He kisses up my thigh, and I can feel his smile against my skin, “You’re so soft.” His hands squeeze the side of my thighs.

He reaches my waiting pussy, his nose brushing against my clit through the thin piece of fabric separating us, and inhales, “You smell so fucking good. I bet you taste even better.” Using his teeth, he takes off my panties.

I bring my hand over my pussy, covering the hairs, face turning red, and regret that I didn’t shave my lady parts earlier, washing over me. “Little, lamb.” He threatens, "What did I just say about stopping me from tasting you?”

I begin to ramble, “You don’t understand, it’s just I didn’t shave… But I usually shave, just not the top, because it leaves razor bumps in its place, and those are more unattractive than the hair, not to mention really itchy and-”

His hands cover mine, removing them from my pussy and buries his head into it, hair and all. “Little lamb, I’m not scared of a little hair, I want to suffocate in you, and if this is the way I go out, then fuck, I’d come back just to taste you one more time and die all over again.”

The sight of this man below me, and his words have my pussy aching for him to make good on his threat.

He looks up at me through dark lashes, my breath hitching in my throat when I feel his finger slide into me without warning, instantly hitting my G-spot. There’s something insanely intimate about a man staring at you, as if he could read your every thought, his fingers wetly sliding in and out of my most intimate place. I let out a soft moan and tip my head back. His fingers feel great, but I really want his mouth on me, devouring me, suffocating in me. His fingers are like magic, pumping in and out, making my legs shake. All the toys I have, all the men I’ve been with, which isn’t many, none of that compares to Aster. If this is what he’s doing with just his finger, then I can only imagine the sorcery his dick can perform.

He looks up at me with hungry eyes, “Do you want to know what you taste like, little lamb?”

I bite my lip, nodding, unable to form words. He curls his finger up even more, “Use your words.”

“Yes!” I scream, as he pushes deeper and higher.

He takes his fingers out of me, sliding a trail of arousal up my body before sticking them slowly into my mouth, tasting the sweetness of my pleasure. All that pineapple paid off. I suck on them, flicking my tongue around the tip, and sucking my cheeks in to get off every last drop. Imagining it was his dick I was licking clean. He watches me suck his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving my lips.

“Fuck,” he groans, and in an instant he’s back between, my legs, devouring me as if I was his last meal.

I feel the swipe of his tongue on my sensitive bud, tangling my fingers through his hair as I move my hips against his face, finding that perfect rhythm. His fingers slide back into me, quickening their pace and making me see stars. I feel myself climbing closer and closer to the edge, toes curling, legs shaking, walls beginning to clench. Aster pushes another finger in, pressing against my walls and filling me.

He feels me clenching around his fingers, looking at me, a savage smirk on his face. I miss his mouth the instant it leaves my core. “You’re not full of me yet, just wait until this cock is inside you,” He growls darkly before dropping his head and devouring me once more. In seconds, I am shaking underneath him, screaming out his name in euphoria.

He keeps licking me, ignoring my pleas to stop or slow down. The pressure is too much, but he doesn’t let up until he takes every last drop of his reward. After he sucks me dry, I am left lifeless and shaking. He kisses and nips up my body, coming up and kissing me softly on the lips.

I go to return the favor, eagerly reaching for his belt, but he grabs my hand and shakes his head. Tilting my head in a silent question he says, “We’re going to be naked, in your bed, while I worship every part of you before I let you taste a drop of me, and consider this your punishment.”

Cruel man, punishing me in a cruel way. He won’t let me taste him, all I can think about is my lips around his cock, gagging me, until tears fall. I want him to feel the same release he just gave me.

He’s looking out the window, confusion in his eyes. He looks lost in a world I wish I could see. He’s tense and looks to be almost in pain. I reach my hand up to place it on his cheek, but he captures it in his, “Don’t.” He says, eyes never meeting mine.

I drop my hand and nod my head in understanding, eyes starting to water. He can eat me out, but I can’t touch him? He was so possessive mere minutes ago when another man was trying to lay claim to me, and now he won’t even look at me. What changed? My heart hurts at the thought of him pulling away. I bring my shredded dress up over me, hugging it to my chest, afraid if I move a muscle, he’ll be gone and I’ll never see him again.

Aster turns to leave, tears threatening to break free, my hand twitches, wanting to reach out to stop him.

Please don’t go.

He turns around, and lifts my chin with a delicate touch, swiping the tear I didn’t even realize has fallen away, “I promise I won’t make you wait so long to hear from me. I won’t put you through that again.” His eyes search mine before he kisses me softly once more. “Until next time, little lamb.”

He shuts the door, leaving me alone once more and walks away. I lie down and just stare up at the car roof lost in the tangle of my thoughts.

Did I really just let Aster devour me in a parking garage? I have really lost my mind, but damn does losing my mind feel fucking good.

The sweat on my brow was starting to dry, and not having the windows down was beginning to make me feel suffocated. I put my panties back on, and crawl into my front seat, draping my dress over me to keep me covered on the drive home. Turning on the car, “Like A Virgin” comes through the radio. I smile, reveling in the feeling and memory Aster left me, hardly paying attention as I make my way home.

I pull into my house, collapse into my bed, and shoot a text to Jessica, when I see a missed text from Aster. My heart starts racing at the thought that he kept to his word, he really isn’t going to ghost me again.

Aster

I hope you made it home safely, little lamb. I can’t wait to see you again.

Serena

I did thank you, and thank you for defending my honor tonight… and spending time with me.

Aster

He deserves way more than what he got. I was more than happy to make sure he respected what was mine.

My eyes stare at the word mine, not comprehending anything else. He called me that several times tonight, what does that mean exactly? Is he calling me his girlfriend? Are we dating? I hold the phone to my chest watching the blades of the fan go round and round. Why was he even there? How did he know I was going to be there?

Serena

It’s funny that you were there, were you there on a date as well?

Aster

No, I was there having a drink, You’re the only girl I want to be taking on any dates.

Serena

I’m glad you were having a drink

Aster

Me too, get some rest, little lamb, I’ll talk to you in the morning.

Serena

Goodnight, Aster.

Aster

Goodnight, little lamb.

I put my phone down and drift to sleep, waking from yet another nightmare a few hours later.

I sprint to my art room, desperate to get this feeling trapped on a canvas, painting another secret piece meant for my eyes only.

This one makes me feel more satisfied and brings me more joy than any of my previous ones, my body feeling satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I finish the painting by adding a blue rose and setting my brushes down.

Remembering the first conversation I had with Aster, I grab my phone and look up the meaning of his name, something I forgot to do two weeks ago, since he ghosted me.

When it finally loads, I smile. “Star; Flower?” That’s fitting for him somehow.

I put my phone away, grab the painting and place it to dry with my other ones.

This one feels less like a secret, and more like a reward.

I head back to my room and lay down hoping to see the red sprayed everywhere on the plastic, and hear the screams of terror. The faces I can never see in a dream, always blurred, but I can feel the euphoria it brings the person, tearing the screams from the other faceless person's throat. Almost like I was the person doing it.