Chapter 30
THIRTY
If I could relive any day of my life on a loop, I wanted it to be this one. Astrid was in my arms. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders, and her mouth was making the sweetest fucking noises as I kissed her.
This was not where I expected things to go once she found out I took her car from her. I figured she would bitch me out, but once I had her here, it would give us a chance to talk and clear the air.
Deep in my bones, I knew all we needed was some time to lay our cards on the table. She couldn’t hate me after I came clean. We had too much history to let it go to waste.
When I saw her get dropped off, I wondered who the douchebag was.
In that moment all I could think about was the fact that she still had a life outside of the moments we shared—moments I forced upon her—and I was jealous.
I was jealous of everyone who she gave her time to freely.
Time that once upon a time used to belong to me.
It’s crazy how a thousand feelings can rush through you at once. Some are filled with pain, others with loneliness. Where would we be now if I had told my best friend I was falling in love with her?
In trying so hard not to be like my father and Ezekiel, I turned out just like them. I had pushed my best friend away from me, and I didn’t have to say any words to do so. My silence spoke volumes.
“You said my name,” I groaned against her lips, as my hands moved down from her hips so I could grab her and lift her.
Instinct took over on her part, and she wrapped her legs around me. She fit perfectly against my body.
My hands were meant to carry her.
I cupped her ass, and she squirmed, causing her pussy to grind against me. What I wouldn’t give at this moment to have her do that against my aching dick bare.
No one was here today but me. It was a slow day, and I told my family I could manage on my own unless I had to do some towing because the deal I made with Haywards’ Garage was my own, and I wouldn’t bother my brothers with it.
That meant I would have Astrid all to myself when she came over. And I had been right. Her fire was something that instantly made me hard, and when she said my name, I lost it.
I sat her down on top of her car’s hood. I had just cleaned and buffed it earlier, but this was worth it.
As soon as I laid her down, I pulled back so I could get a good look at her. And fuck me, she was a sight.
“So beautiful,” I murmured.
Her hair was mused and teased, some strands falling around her eyes. Her lips were pouty and swollen, her cheeks rosy. And don’t get me started on her eyes. It was the look I always envisioned I would see from her. Full of need and want with blown pupils.
“You said my name,” I reminded her in a low tone.
“Don’t get used to it,” she told me in a breathy voice.
I leaned into her, my hand going to her nape and pulling at her hair with enough force to get her attention. She let out a whimper.
“I’m going to make you moan it, beautiful,” I promised as I began to kiss down her neck, discovering places I should have known long ago. Her hands landed on my shirt. I thought she would come to her senses and push me away, but instead, she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer.
When I kissed right below her ear, she moaned.
That sound right there went straight to my dick.
How could I have ever gone this long without making her mine? How could I ever think she didn’t belong with me?
My lips mapped out places on her skin I had only been allowed to see.
My hands roamed freely over her sides and hips.
Learning every dip and curve more intimately.
I slid one of my hands under her shirt, and I could feel her body shivering as my thumb brushed over those two little piercings I couldn’t stop thinking about since I first saw them.
“So sexy,” I murmured as I spoke against the tops of her breasts.
“Ty.” My name was nothing but a needy hiss that had my cock jumping to attention.
I was so close to coming in my fucking pants.
“Yes, beautiful?” I taunted her as I cupped one of her breasts in my hand. It was heavy, her bra lacy, and her nipple was pebbled.
I paid attention to the other one and then pulled back so I could see her pointed nipples through her shirt.
When I leaned down and sucked it through her blouse, she moaned her approval.
I needed to do it with nothing between us. Astrid didn’t protest when I pulled her shirt off. If I thought she looked beautiful before, that didn’t compare to the sight before me now. She was a work of art.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” I asked as I popped open her pants.
Astrid bit her lip.
If she wasn’t so fucking pretty sitting half naked because of me, I would have found it frustrating the fact that she was holding herself back from me.
I didn’t let this deter me.
“Shall we find out?”
One of my hands went around her hips while I lifted her so I could pull her pants down.
She was so fucking pretty I couldn’t breathe.
Her lacy thong matched her bra. Had she matched her underwear like this back when we were in school? How many dinners did I spend sitting next to her when she looked like this underneath?
If I could go back in time, I would not be making the same mistake twice. With a hand on each thigh, I spread her legs so she could accommodate me.
“You’re soaked, baby.” I couldn’t help but groan at the sight before me. There was a wet spot right at the center of her panties.
I moved one of my hands up, slowly curving up to the juncture of her thighs. She was soft everywhere. I wanted to touch every inch of her skin. Kiss and lick all the places that had always been forbidden to me.
“Ty,” she whimpered as I pulled the lace that covered her pussy to the side.
“Do you need me here, beautiful?” I growled as I used two of my fingers to caress her soaked pussy.
Astrid’s mouth parted, and her answer was swallowed by my lips.
Every kiss we shared had been different than the rest. This one was no exception.
I could taste the uncertainty that rolled off her, but I could also taste the desire.
All I could do was overwhelm her with my presence until she got so dizzy she would not want to be away from me.
The moment I inserted two fingers deep inside of her, she let go of my mouth and let her head fall back.
“Fuck.”
“Your pussy is clamping so hard on my fingers. I can’t wait to feel it on my cock.”
She liked my words, I could tell by the way her walls tightened around me.
Slowly I laid her down as I kept fucking her with my fingers.
The last time I did this to her, it got interrupted, and even that memory wasn’t enough to sustain me anymore.
All I could hear now was my heavy breathing, Astrid’s soft pants, and the noises her wet pussy made as my fingers moved in and out of her.
When I moved my thumb over her swollen little clit, Astrid’s back bowed off the car.
“Feels so good.” Her admission was soft, but man did it make me feel ten feet tall.
She was getting close. I could feel the way she was unraveling for me, and as much as I wanted to witness her falling apart on my fingers, I also wanted the taste of her on my tongue.
I removed my fingers, and she groaned in protest. I was getting addicted to the taste of her mouth because as much as I wanted to map her skin with my lips, I couldn’t stop kissing her.
“Let me make you feel better,” I said after gently tugging her lower lip.
She surprised me when she leaned up and began to unfasten my pants.
“Beautiful,” I murmured as she reached to stroke me.
“Ty.” She said my name in a way she had never said it before, but I already knew it was the only way I ever wanted to hear it again. Soft with a hint of desperation. “I need you.”
Fuck .
“Soon, beautiful. Let me taste you first.”
This time, when I kissed down her body, I removed her bra.
I wanted her bared for me. Her tits sprang free, and that little bounce they did once I removed the contraption made my mouth water once I saw her cherry nipples begging for me to play with them.
With my tongue, I licked and flicked one of her nipples.
Astrid’s hand came to my head. They pulled at my hair when I began to suck and give her soft little bites.
I sucked the skin around the nipple, marking it so that even tomorrow, when she wasn’t with me, she would think of the things I did to her.
Astrid kept cursing my name as I kissed my way down her body. When I finally made it to her little piercings, I was one stroke away from coming in my pants. They were sexy as fuck.
“I’m going to hold you right here while I fuck you.” I gave a soft peck to the side of each piercing—they were like a guide on where to hold her.
“Please,” she whimpered, and I smiled as I kissed the top of her mound.
My mouth watered when her scent hit me. Pulling her panties down her legs was like uncovering a present I had long awaited to get.
I grabbed her legs and threw them over my shoulders. When my tongue tasted her pussy, I wondered, why had I never dared to wake her up like this? Astrid’s hands came to my hair, and she gripped and pulled, urging me to keep going.
With my thumbs, I pulled her open for me, and that first taste made my dick throb.
I lapped at the wetness that was waiting for me.
My tongue licked her entrance teasingly.
Astrid kept thrashing her hips, trying to grind against me.
It was hot as fuck, the way she responded to me.
I needed inside her now, but I knew I was so fucking worked up I wouldn’t last. I latched on to her swollen clit and sucked.
“Fuck, Tyler,” Astrid screeched.
I alternated between flicking my tongue and rolling her little nub between my teeth.
“I’m so close,” she whined as I pulled back.
“I know, beautiful, but the first time I make you mine, it will be on my cock.”
Her eyes widened at my words, and her lips parted. I pulled my pants down, and my dick sprang free, and Astrid’s gaze wandered with the movement. She bit her lip and then spread herself more open.
“So fucking pretty,” I praised her as I held on to her hips right where I promised I would, and I brought her down so she would be the perfect height for me.
“I wanted this for so long,” I confessed as I lined myself up with her. The tip of my cock nudged her pussy, and Astrid bit her lip once more, biting back a needy moan.
“Tyler,” she whispered my name like a prayer.
In one thrust, I was inside of her.
There were no words to describe the way she felt wrapped around my dick. It was like being lost and finally finding the missing piece I was looking for. This right here was fucking heaven for me.
“ So good ,” she breathed.
I pulled back out then thrust back in, watching the way her tits swayed with the movement.
“Fucking perfect for me,” I told her as I began to fuck her faster.
All Astrid could do was hold on to my arms as she whimpered and moaned. If someone came to the auto shop, there would be no way I would have heard them.
All I could see was Astrid, and if that was what I saw for the rest of my life, I would die a happy man.
“God, just like that,” she moaned as her nails dug into my skin. She was marking me, and I would wear her scratches like a fucking badge of honor.
I began to fuck her faster and harder. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fucking vise. She was going to come soon, and she would be taking me with her.
“You like it hard and fast, beautiful? Do you want to feel me tomorrow?” Her pussy got even wetter at my words.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you, baby. I want my cum dripping out of you.”
“ Ty ,” she cried.
“I’m yours, beautiful, and you were always meant to be mine.”
I don’t know if it was the angle or my words, but her pussy began to milk me dry.
“Fuck, beautiful. Your pussy wants every last drop of my cum,” I groaned against her neck.
In that moment, I felt lighter than I had in years. It was more than emptying my ball sack from years of pent-up frustration.
I felt at peace in a way that I could only feel when Astrid Hart was with me. Except this wasn’t that familial feeling; this was more. This was something that made that void disappear. I wanted to stay like this, to cherish and protect her.
I wanted everything with her—and those thoughts didn’t terrify me.
It was quiet. All I could feel was the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing evened out.
“I have to go,” Astrid blurted.
I stilled.
I was still inside of her, and she wanted to leave already.
“Beautiful,” I attempted to placate her.
“I really have to go.”
My jaw went rigid, and I got up, and the only thing that made me cool my anger was the look on her face. Confusion was written all over her features, but what hurt was the moisture in her eyes.
“Beautiful,” I tried again, and this time my voice was softer.
Astrid reached for her shirt and put it on without her bra, and when she got up, we both heard the sound of splattered cum when it landed on the floor.
Her face instantly flamed, and I had to bite back a smile.
She quickly put her pants on and she reached for her thong, bunching it up along with her bra.
“That’s it, you’re leaving?” My tone came out more bitter than I had intended.
“Where are my car keys?”
I shook my head, and then I fixed my pants.
“They’re inside the car.”
She walked around to the driver’s side.
“Um, thanks for everything.”
Because I couldn’t help myself, I bit back, “Is that for the oil change or the sex?”
At that, she snapped her head up and glared at me. If my dick weren’t so spent, it would have twitched.
“Thanks for the oil change.”
“So, you didn’t like the?—”
“You know it was good. We don’t have to make a big deal out of this. People have one-night stands all the time.”
At that, I scowled.
We were not a one-time thing.
Astrid didn’t see my expression because she practically sprinted to where the button to lift the bay was and then back to her car.
I had half a mind to chase after her as I watched her drive away. Astrid may have lost all faith in us, but I never had.