20. Serena
TWENTY
SERENA
D oes that confession he just made mean he loves me? He didn’t exactly say the words, but the words he did say meant something. If not love, then what? I lay across the tangled sheets, my heart racing in my chest while my body relaxes into Aster's arms.
Do I love him?
Of course I do. I loved him the moment he crushed Tyler's hand and stole me away. The pleasure I felt when Aster caused Tyler pain, the euphoria he later took me to in the back of my car sealed the deal for me, and is a memory I won’t soon forget. I was grateful I didn’t throw away the fox necklace I got after that night at Boozy Books. I didn’t feel like wearing it until tonight. A little voice in the back of my mind kept telling me it wasn’t time yet. To wait. Up until tonight that’s what it told me every time I laid it across my neck. When I tried it on tonight, the little voice said it is time, and I clasped the necklace into place. Nervous and excited to see Aster’s reaction.
I could have worn it the night he took me to Graves and revealed who he was, but that little voice screamed no. Later, I was grateful I trusted that voice since he left me on read, but after his apology later that day at the market, I did truly forgive him. I know it’s childish reacting that way to being left on read, but after being rejected by him once, my father all but abandoning me after my mother died, and having no one but Jessica, I started to crack. My abandonment issues caused my insecurities to come full force to the surface. I have worked too hard to let any man make me go into a spiral, but I’m a vindictive bitch, and he needed to learn his lesson. He needed to prove to me his words matched his actions.
He proved it to me when he texted saying he wanted to have dinner. Then I saw him at his door, waiting for me with a drink in hand, and I knew I wanted to play a game. I’ve always read in my books the scene where the girl runs and the guy catches and fucks her, and my slutty self wanted to recreate that with my man and his constant talks of punishment.
Of course I wasn’t expecting the punishment to be anal of all things, I bite my lip and smile, rubbing the spot on the bed where my fear vanished, replaced by immense pleasure. I was grateful when he picked me up and carried me back to the house, but I do admit I was disappointed, and that was where my snide remarks came into play. Luckily, he didn’t call my bluff, working me up to his true punishment. I rub my thighs together, trying to ease some of the tension building. If he took me with no lube, completely dry, I think I would have fainted from the pain. Not that I’ve ever done anal before, but from all the horror stories I read online about it. It stung at first, but once I relaxed like he told me to, I felt a pleasure like no other with his cock fucking my ass and his finger rubbing my clit. I can still feel the ghost of his cock deep inside me, I massage my already hardening nipples through my dress, trying and failing to find the spot that makes my eyes flutter.
He really did take me to the clouds and back, and he was right there to catch me when I came down from the high.
Pulling my dress up, I reach my fingers into my wet pussy, close my eyes, spreading my legs, and throw my head back as I rub my finger back and forth slowly over my sensitive bud. With my other hand, I pull one side of my dress down, to pinch my nipple, making me move my fingers faster and faster. I start to moan, my hips bucking the closer I get to my release.
I feel the other side of my dress being ripped down, the cool air blissful against my heated skin. Looking down, I see Aster place his mouth around my other nipple and bite down hard, a moan escaping my lips from the pain. He replaces my fingers with his own, sticking the first two inside and circling my clit with his thumb. His fingers can reach places mine can’t so I let him, further spreading my legs to hit that sweet spot.
“I leave for five minutes and come back to you touching what’s mine.” He snarls as he bites down harder, pulling a scream from deep within me. The pain I’m feeling is nothing compared to the pleasure he’s giving me. He lifts his head, and says, “I thought I told you I was coming back for my dessert. Yet, here you are, sampling it before I even get a taste.”
“I don’t see you tasting anything,” I say through gasping breaths.
The challenge in my voice makes him nip me once more, leaving a trail of heat to my waiting pussy. His eyes meet mine, darkening as he bends to devour me.
My legs close around his head, and my hands grip his sandy hair as he feasts. His hands grip my inner thighs pushing them apart further, his fingers no doubt leaving behind imprints.
“Aster,” I moan as his hands slip under my butt, lifting me to suffocate in my folds.
“You taste so fucking sweet, Serena,” he says when he looks up at me with lust filled eyes. “The most delectable sweet a man could ask for.” I struggle against his hold, as he goes back in, tongue lapping at my greedy cunt and two fingers shoved deep inside making my back arch off the bed.
The magic he has with his tongue and fingers is a feeling I will never grow tired of. The way he makes me feel, both mentally and physically, is out of this world. He truly makes me feel so secure in everything. No man has made me feel the things Aster makes me feel. I want to show him my paintings. The ones I don’t show anyone, not even Jessica. The paintings I pour my truth into, the ones that hold every drip of my darkness.
He hits the right spot, and my body responds as if I was hooked to a livewire. My hips start bucking profusely, and he can tell I’m close.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Come all over my face, let me drown in your juices,” he growls, his lips never leaving my pussy.
His words thrum through me, and I explode all around him. Darkness surrounds me, my body feels disconnected from my reality, and I want nothing more than to stay in this moment. Closing my eyes. I feel his hard length slide into me, startling me and causing me to soar once more. In and out he pushes, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Our grunts and sighs turn into a song that’s all our own.
This time doesn’t feel like the others. This time is different. So much better than I ever imagined. This doesn’t just feel like fucking. This feels like we’re making love. The confession he made makes everything clearer, and my thoughts untangle, aligning as if there was never any other way. His actions say more than his words ever will, and each thrust feels like a love bomb going off inside me.
“Fuck, Serena, you’re so fucking wet,” He says through clenched teeth, throwing his hands above my head against the headboard to hold himself up. I wrap my legs around him and squeeze. His body starts to tense beneath mine, and he lets out a roar that echoes in the air around us as he comes undone inside me.
He stays like that, eyes locked on mine, sweaty hair falling over his green eyes. His hands clutching the headboard, arms flexed, with veins protruding as he catches his breath. He leans down and captures my mouth with his, both of us breathless. Our lips part, and he falls to the side next to me, pulling me against his body. I splay one hand over his chest, feeling his heart racing. His heart is beating as fast as mine, but I wonder if it’s for the same reason?
Looking up, I meet love filled eyes staring back at me, the sweetest smile I have ever seen him give stretched across his cheeks. Not one of his fake smiles, like the one he gave me at the bar when we first met. No, this one is different. A matching grin lifts my lips. This smile is filled with love.
Cupping his cheek, he leans into it, eyes closed. Lacing his fingers with mine, he places a gentle kiss to the back of my hand, holding his lips there for several seconds before he curls our hands to his chest. We sit like that, hand in hand, staring at each other while silent words pass through our eyes, both with a new found trust for one another. Although neither of us has said those three words, I know we both feel it.
Aster's phone dings, and he reaches over to look at it, leaving me cold from his sudden departure.
“Pizza is here.” He takes my hand and pulls me out of bed. I resist, wanting to stay and cuddle a little longer, Pulling at his hand, tugging him back into bed. He looks down at me and smiles, his eyes playful in the low light.
“I would love to stay in this bed with you all night, little vixen, but I know we’re both famished from our activities. We need some fuel to continue later,” he says with a devilish grin, throwing on some gray sweats while I adjust my dress.
Reluctantly, I get up as the doorbell rings, my stomach growling in response. We both look down, laughter easily filling the air between us. Aster heads to the door to retrieve the pizza, and I head to the kitchen.
He comes back moments later with the biggest box of pizza I’ve ever seen.
My giggle fills the kitchen. “Are you trying to feed an army?” I ask sarcastically.
He laughs, placing the pizza in front of us, and swats my hand away when I reach for a piece. “This is for me, you get to eat the burnt lasagna.”
“Very funny, Aster,” I say, reaching for another slice, but he takes the box and turns away from me. He can’t be serious. I look at him with my mouth parted, my eyebrows threatening to disappear into my hairline.
“I am serious.” Did he just read my mind? “Only good girls get pizza, and if I recall, you ran out the house-”
“You can’t be serious. You know I was just messing around, and I more than made up for it in the bedroom,” I say crossing my arms over my chest.
He takes a piece out of the box, the cheese dripping and making my mouth water. He takes a bite and moans, never breaking eye contact. “While that may be true, my little vixen, you still need to be punished. Since you seemed to like what happened in the bedroom, I can’t count that as your punishment.” He takes another large bite of his pizza, a piece of pineapple falling off and landing on the island. Placing his hand on his heart after he finishes his first piece, his eyes flash. “It pains me, truly, to have you watch me eat this delicious pizza, but you have to learn your lesson.”
“I’ll show you ‘little vixen’,” I say as I leap over the island, tackling him and the pizza, to the ground.
We both turn and look at the box, silence weighing on us, and I kick him in the chest, jumping off him to grab a slice. He grabs one of my legs, forcing the air from my lungs and dragging me back to him before I can grab a slice. I thrash against him, but he is bigger and stronger than I am, easily flipping me onto my back. Straddling me, he leans over and reaches for a piece of pizza taking a large bite.
“Aster, I swear to God, if-”
“If what, my little vixen? What will you do if I don’t share?” he says, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and waving the pizza in my face with the other.
If I lifted my head and opened my mouth, I could take a bite, but I know he will just pull it away. Groaning, I resist the urge and turn my head to the side, unashamedly pouting.
“I guess you don’t want this?” he mocks, swiping the pizza across my cheek and leaving sauce in its place.
I don’t budge, ignoring the shock of the warm liquid dripping down my cheek. I keep my head turned. I’m not going to give him what he wants if he doesn’t give me what I want.
I feel his hands rip apart the top of my dress, and I whip my head around, staring daggers. The pizza hangs from his mouth as the fabric of my dress flutters to the floor. First, he denies me food, and now he rips my dress? Oh, he’s going to pay. He takes a bite of the pizza and hovers it over my bare chest, both of us watching as the cheese and sauce drip onto my exposed breasts. I wince at the burn and he bends his head to lick the sauce off, looking up at my eyes while he does it.
I’m more turned on then I want to be, and by the feel of Aster’s hardening erection against my stomach, I know he is, too. I sneak a glance, It seems we’re both insatiable for each other.
“You’re my dessert and main course tonight,” he says as he dips his finger in the sauce, bringing it to my mouth. “Now suck.”
I part my lips, reveling in the feel of his finger against my tongue. I tease the tip, savoring the taste of the sauce, making eye contact as I do. Right before he pulls his finger out of my mouth, I bite down. Not hard, but enough to elicit a reaction. He pulls his finger out, smirking at me, then he bends down and bites my nipple, making me yelp and moan in return. Satisfied with my reaction, he starts to suck and lick the rest of the sauce off my chest.
He releases my hands, dragging his fingers along my arm and starts to tease my other nipple, pinching it between his fingers. While he is busy pleasuring me, I start to scoot up towards my prize. I moan, refusing to let his touch distract me while I’m distracting him from seeing me slowly scoot up. My hands barely touch the box, a grunt of triumph escaping my lips. I’m so close to finally grabbing a piece. My head and hand are outstretched, my wrist resting against the edge of the box.
Then I don’t feel his mouth or hands anymore.
I freeze and look down, seeing Aster staring up at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“You thought you could distract me with your moans so I wouldn’t notice you going for the pizza?” he scoffs, reaching over my head and closing the lid. “Oh, little vixen, you have to be a lot sneakier than that to not get me to notice.”
My bottom lip juts out, and I lower my head, starting to pout, as I cross my arms over my chest. This makes Aster chuckle, and he opens the lid and retrieves a slice of pizza from the box. I wiggle underneath him, excited I finally get to taste the cheesy goodness.
“Open up.”
I do, and I’m met with the cheesy, salty goodness of my first piece of Hawaiian pizza. The best piece I’ve ever tasted, victory truly is sweet . I moan my pleasure, swallowing as I take another bite.
“If I knew you would be making these sounds below me, I would’ve given in sooner, but I do admit, I love watching you beg,” he says, as he gives me another bite.
I glower at him, “You know, most people gag at the mention of Hawaiian pizza,” I say with a mouth full of nirvana.
“Good thing I’m not like most people then,” he breathes, a shadow from my lips, never breaking eye contact.
“No, no you are not.” My eyes dance, locked with his.
He pushes off the floor and stares down at me. “Should I take that as a compliment?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You can take it however you want, compliment or insult.” I go to take another bite, but he jerks it away.
“Now vixen, you want this pizza? Then it was a compliment, but if it was an insult, then…” He drags my pizza across his lips, slowly opening his mouth.
The words rush out of me. “Compliment! It was a compliment.”
“Good girl,” he smirks. “Open up.”
I reluctantly open, and he places the pizza in my mouth, letting me finish it.
He gets off of me with a secret smile and helps me up, grabbing the box of pizza and placing it on the island. We both take a seat on the chairs and start devouring the cheesy goodness. By the time we’re both finished, there are only three slices left.
“We really put a dent in that pizza,” I say while sucking the sauce off each finger.
Aster grabs my hand, placing each finger into his mouth, cleaning off the rest, and I stare at him dumbfounded, lips slightly parted. His lips quirk as he leans in and licks the corner of my mouth before kissing me.
Did he really just do that? Do I like that? How am I turned on and not grossed out?
“There, all clean,” He says and kisses my lips.
“Thank you,” is all I say, still staring at him like he has three heads, adjusting in my seat to ease some pressure down below. This man continues to surprise me and keep me on my toes.
Aster’s phone dings, and he grabs it quickly, his whole body freezing. My heart stalls in my chest. He actually looks scared.
“Aster?” I ask quietly, trying to find out what has him so shocked. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t say anything, silently flipping the phone in my direction, and I see a police car, driving up his road. My whole body tenses up, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.
What are police doing on his road, and why is he reacting like that?
I grab the phone and place it down, holding his hands in mine. “It’s probably nothing,” I say, not believing the words coming out of my mouth. If my intuition is right, and it usually is, I have a bad feeling.
Three loud knocks shake the front door, and both our heads turn to look, neither of us moving. Another loud knock, more impatient this time, accompanied by a stern voice saying, “This is the police, open up.”
Aster is frozen in place, I try to get him to move to go to the door, but he won’t budge. So I do what any good girlfriend would and release his hands, walking to the door myself.
I open the door and see two cops standing there, one I don’t recognize and the other is the cop who first questioned me after my accident. The one who kept thinking he knew Aster from somewhere.
Shit.