34. Faye
34
FAYE
This. Was. Happening.
Faye flicked on the light of the spare bedroom they stumbled into and hoped that Mrs Papplewick wasn’t a window watcher, or else she’d be getting a show tonight. Wardrobe. Drawers. Nightstands. She wasn’t concerned with anything other than the bed made up with white sheets in the centre of the room.
Spinning her to face him, Bash captured her mouth with all of the intensity he’d repressed for years. Faye ignored the cold scent of the unused room to breathe him in instead – his heady tang emanating with every impatient bump of their bodies.
His hands on her neck held her like he was afraid she’d slip away, but she wouldn’t dream of it. A few presses of his lips after she’d thought of them for a decade weren’t nearly enough.
Taking in every dip and groove of his arms, Faye tugged on his t-shirt. “I need this off.”
Bash grabbed the material by the scruff of the neck and pulled it off in one clean, too-sexy sweep, leaving his hair more rumpled than her fingers had already made it. How handsome he was when mussed was completely unfair.
The shirt landed somewhere – Faye didn’t pay attention. Her focus fell on the inches and inches of warm, bare, Bash-scented skin in front of her. Goosebumps rose on his smooth skin as she traced lazy patterns over his chest, crossing every endless freckle. Her thumbs passed over his nipples and?—
“ Fuck me , Faye.” Bash slowly groaned.
“Yes.” Though Faye, in her excited state, wasn’t sure it’d been a request. “Yes. That. Yes.”
Hands were under her sweatshirt and lifting it up before she could. Had she known this would happen, she’d have worn her black bra trimmed with lace with more intent, thanking whatever controlled her fate that she’d chosen to wear it today.
Taking her in, Bash’s jaw loosened and he dragged in a deep breath, pupils so wide that his eyes weren’t blue anymore. “Can I touch you? Please?” He sounded like he might burst if she denied him.
When she’d wondered how courteous he’d be in bed … this was half her answer.
Faye traced her palms up his arms to his sculpted shoulders. “Anything you want.”
Bash’s pupils obliterated the blue-green sea that normally surrounded them. He cupped one of her breasts, studying how she grazed her lower lip with her teeth, before he bent and flattened his tongue over the lace.
A strangled sound flew out of Faye – she’d been devoid of touch for far too long. The force of her panting brought her strained nipple more into Bash’s mouth as the dampness of his tongue spread through to her skin.
“My god, Faye,” he said as he switched sides. “You’ve riled me up with these for years.”
“Is that why you’ve stayed my friend?” Each teasing syllable ran away with Faye’s breath. She gripped Bash’s hair to keep herself steady when he met her eyes through his lashes, flashing a satisfied grin before he sucked her more thoroughly through the lace .
“No.” A sharp edge of teeth deliciously scraped her modest cleavage, swallowed up by Bash’s paw-like palm cupping her breast. “But the shape of you certainly hasn’t hurt.”
If he’d been thinking of how she might look unclothed for years, Faye didn’t want to disappoint any picture Bash might have built in his mind. With a firm but gentle tug and a whine to herself in protest, she pulled him up.
“I haven’t … um …”
He nuzzled the slope of her neck right beneath her ear. “Haven’t what?”
Faye braced for a reaction. “Waxed.”
Something shifted on Bash’s face when he came level with her, like he’d been offered a golden ticket. “I’ve been needing to refresh my wilderness explorer badge.” He winked at her and Faye snorted so hard her hand flew to cover her face.
“Oh god …”
Bash peeled her palm away and pecked a sweet kiss to her nose. “I don’t mind. You don’t need to do that for me.” She opened her eyes to find his gaze utterly gentle. “I’ll have you as you are, every time, Faye. However you come to me.” His waggling brow made her nearly snort again. “Grizzly bear and all.”
Only Bash could pull off a joke like that at this moment with such ease. The innuendo had been hilarious and mortifying all in one measure, yet she relaxed because of it.
As you are. Every time.
The kiss he gave her was just as honeyed, slow and savouring. Faye opened to let his tongue dip past the seam of her lips.
He walked her backwards, and they lowered down to the bed with hearts racing. Fire filled Bash’s gaze, branding her breasts, her stomach and waist, until he was finally above her. Faye didn’t mind how they were together, so long as she could feel the weight of him after needing him for so long.
Opening up her thighs, Bash balanced himself between them and pressed his body to hers. She sighed and squeezed his backside to draw him closer . His steady grind elicited a grunt and the friction of his jeans against Faye’s leggings sent a current to her core.
The material between them was too thin. Faye felt every insistent, straining part of him that rocked into her as he drew her lower lip between his teeth and lightly grazed her there.
She tugged on his belt loops. “Jeans …”
Sitting back, Bash undid the buckle while Faye slithered to kneel between the gap of his knees. She stopped his hands and kissed him, feathering her knuckle over the dark, clipped hair beneath his navel, down, down …
“Mh—” Bash grunted against her lips as his stomach cinched. “If you’re going to tease me, Peanut, do it properly.” His voice was a low rasp full of gravel and sinful things that gave Faye ideas as she worked his zip down.
He stood to shuck off the jeans, and Faye’s undivided attention moved from the excitement setting up camp in his black boxers to his backside that looked just as good as the first time she’d seen it in all its glory.
And it was glorious.
With her permission and one twist of the clasp, Bash took off her bra and kissed his way across her chest, caressing her, skin to skin. Her breasts had never been this sensitive before to anyone’s touch and Faye was like dough in his hands.
Impatience to peel off her layers was written all over Bash’s face. His fingers danced up her back and then dipped under the waistband of her leggings. “Please tell me I can take these off?”
“I’ll be unhappy if you don’t.”
Though it was easier said than done.
They chuckled together at the effort of removing the leggings and her socks. It was ridiculous; the teamwork that ended up with Faye having to roll upon the bed shouldn’t have been necessary. With the full show Bash received, he enjoyed himself at least.
He tossed the leggings with a flourish over his shoulder and Faye had no instinct to hide from his sight as she laid down and curled her legs to one side – an attempt at looking sultry, which, given the tent in Bash’s underwear, worked .
“This … this doesn’t feel weird,” she said. “Half of me thought it might be awkward.”
Bash’s feline smirk curved as he dusted his fingers up the back of her calf. “You’ve thought about this before?”
A burst of warmth coated Faye’s cheeks. “Once or twice.”
“Me too.”
She let out a breath, reaching for him as he came up the bed and sat beside her.
“Faye, I trust you with all of my heart, and I know you trust me the same. We’re comfortable with each other.” Bash danced his fingers down her waist, following the path he made towards the ticklish skin on her hip. “Which makes enjoying this so much better.”
Being with him, even naked, felt so natural. There weren’t any first time hesitations. Faye didn’t need to try and peel back any of his layers when he presented them to her like that. She didn’t need to say she trusted him too when it was there in everything she’d ever done with him. How quickly they’d resolved their arguments recently was proof.
She gazed up at him, wondering how it had taken them so long to be here.
Her fingertips feathered along the band of his boxers again. “Can I touch you?”
“Not just yet.” Bash removed himself from the bed. “Sit on the edge,” he commanded. “I’ve got work to do.”
Work? What kind of work could he be— Oh!
The heat on Faye’s cheeks became unbearable, spreading to the shells of her ears. “Bash, you don’t have to?—”
“Sit, please.” A touch of sternness slipped into his patient order which did wobbling things to Faye’s core – made her thighs squirm together.
She did as he asked. Planting her toes in the plush carpet, she peered up the full , almost naked, glorious height of him until their eyes connected.
Bash brushed some of the shorter strands of her hair away from her eyes like he wanted her to see what he was going to do to her. “That’s my good girl.”
Thrill from the praise hit Faye with a hard throb between her legs.
He began to kneel at her feet.
“Where are you going?” she asked, because was this even real? The man who’d been in her dreams for eleven years knelt for her, extremely underdressed.
Bash tipped up his chin. “Spread your legs for me.”
Faye gripped the edge of the bed, unsteadied by how much her breath caught. Soft lips pressed down gently at first, then harder to the inside of her thigh as she opened them up, his eyes locked with hers.
Just hearing Bash say those words like that sent her mind into a frenzy, heart beating wildly to catch up. She knew he’d take care of her – he’d always been generous; always kept her safe. But she’d never imagined that they would actually get here.
This was all a dream. It must be.
“My body’s yours, Faye. All of it.” Another kiss, higher.
“My hands.” The other thigh.
“My cock.” Higher .
Her toes curled and rose up like her pulse in anticipation as his mouth hovered right over her?—
Bash smirked between her legs. “My tongue.”
The thin noise that came out of her was pitched.
Bash’s brows ticked in a question. Shifting her hips, Faye began to push down her underwear, then let Bash do the honours. The flimsy scrap of black material joined the floor with the rest of her clothes and automatically her knees pressed back together.
Now that absolutely nothing covered her, being here felt all too real .
Bash knew exactly what he did in wrapping her around his finger when he circled his thumbs over her hips and looked up at her like he was starved. “Will you let me taste you, Faye?”
“ Please .” He could’ve asked her anything in that gravelly, sex-god tone, and Faye would’ve agreed.
He spread her knees wide and flattened his tongue to her entrance in one swipe.
“ Ohmygod .” Her pelvis rose with the lick of his tongue, chasing him. Needing him. Thighs jumping, they squeezed his head and Faye forced them apart before she hurt him, but the rumble of Bash’s low chuckle met the wetness he’d caused and made electricity fly up her spine.
“You can squeeze me with these thighs, Faye,” he said between pushing his tongue lower. “Don’t be shy.’
Shyness had gone out of the window. This man must be a masochist because Faye had enough thigh to hurt him if she lost control, but as soon as he sucked her clit, she whined and forgot all about restraint. She gripped his neck and let her nails lightly scratch his skin.
Bash brought his fingers to her and exposed her further to him.
“Fuck yes.” Faye fell back upon the bed when he latched his mouth to her again; the fizzling feeling building and building inside of her.
He took his time with her, moving to kiss around her thighs every now and then as he wound her tightening rope of desire around his little finger to his will. He chuckled right against where she ached, and her resulting shudder rode on top of the pleasure from his hands running across her thighs and stomach. Over and over.
Blue eyes, almost feral, checked up the length of her constantly and Faye couldn’t stop looking at him either. Bash on his knees and making her body sing was too magnificent a sight to look anywhere else. He was so large. So confident. So in control .
“Bash, please— more .” Her squeals as he quickened his tongue’s pace pitched up and up.
“Oh don’t worry, Peanut. I’m just getting started with you.”
She was so ready for him that when Bash slipped one finger inside of her, and then another, holding them there as he gave her his mouth’s full attention, he was met without resistance.
Wet sounds of him sliding into her, back and forth, made her arousal flood, reducing her to only whimpers as she rode the stretch of his fingers, until he curled them against that one dazzling spot.
Every inch of her throbbed with the threat of erupting in release. Bash’s mouth and his hand balanced her all of the way to her very edge, until her legs trembled over his shoulders and she could barely contain her mewls – fisting his hair and the sheets.
He moulded his lips on her and darted his tongue to where his fingers stretched her out. “Are you ready to come for me?”
Right as he said those muffled words, she did.
Faye’s whole body shivered with pleasure, her thighs closing around Bash’s head which stayed exactly where it was.
Sounds clawed up her throat, hips chasing his tongue, and Bash kept his fingers there, curling them within her and teasing out her euphoria. It wasn’t loud, but an explosion nonetheless.
A minute later, her body went limp upon the bed, arms draped around her.
Bash spread her new wetness around her entrance before he raised himself up and leant above her. His hands landed on either side of her shoulders and Faye didn’t need to open her eyes to know he was there. Definitely smug, too. They’d certainly have to change these bedsheets before they left tomorrow, and hope no one questioned why they did.
“Are you with me, Peanut?” Bash thumbed what would no doubt be a blot of red on her cheek.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said airily. “Just leave me for a moment on this cloud. ”
He chuckled then kissed her cheek. Moving slowly to her lips, Faye could still taste herself on his tongue.
“Was that okay?” Bash asked, and she opened her eyes to find the vulnerability in his soft ones studying her face. Her core was still sensitive and she buckled at the way his covered length rubbed against her.
“I don’t know how you did that.” Okay didn’t even cover it. She ran her hands up his arms all of the way to play with the hair at the nape of his neck like she was learning he liked. “Where have you been hiding this side of you?”
Bash laughed to himself, and that vulnerability ebbed away. “He’s always been here. And he’s been waiting for you, Faye, so you better be prepared.”
She didn’t think she was; she needed at least another one to two business days to process this, but she was thrilled for the figurative ride, nonetheless.
Whilst Bash reversed to stand at the foot of the bed, Faye made herself sit up to stay with him. Her fingertips traced circles through the thin hairs on the outer of his thighs, running up and down to his knees. Places so mundane she’d never thought to want to explore them before, but were all she could focus on then.
“I want you. But if you want to wait, we can.” Bash cupped her cheeks and tenderly brushed his thumbs back and forth. “We don’t have to do this right now.”
Faye’d waited long enough. “I want this.”
The intention behind his eyes darkened as Bash kept them on her, a different side of him on display that he’d never fully shown her before.
Releasing her face, he let his arms hang. “Then take me out.”
Faye responded by curling her fingers around his underwear’s waistband and drawing the fabric down his thighs. The length of him sprung free. Fully hard. Fully ready for her. And … wow . She might’ve had a momentary freeze in her brain taking him in.
“Bash … I never knew you were so … wow. ”
Speechless .
She’d had a preview of him before when she’d woken with his length between her bum cheeks, but her senses hadn’t done Bash justice.
“You never asked.” The look on his face was caught between bashful – ironic – and pride.
“How was I—What? Oh my …” Flustered, Faye didn’t know where to look and instead noticed something that surprised her to her core.
“You have a tattoo!” It was as high up on Bash’s thigh as it could possibly be, practically over his hip bone, and tiny. Barely bigger than her thumb.
“Yeah.”
“Since when? You never told me.” The outlined tattoo wasn’t just a square but it was … bread? Something on toast … She leaned closer, realising she teased his poor soul with her face so close to his length when he tensed. Her eyes drifted to the thickness of him and her lip curled between her teeth hungrily.
“For nine years,” he said.
“ Nine? ” That snapped Faye out of her distracted gaze.
Bash tucked his finger under her chin and brought her gaze up. “You never asked why I call you ‘Peanut.’”
“Why?” She asked now.
“Because the first time we met in that art class, you had the last corner of peanut butter toast in your hand, and when I ran into you, you got half of it on your face. You couldn’t get it off. You stuck your tongue out and swiped at it, and the way your cheeks went red was utterly adorable. I helped you clean off the rest because something in me pulled me towards you.”
Faye’s heart did a singular solid beat.
He remembered.
Bash shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t know your name for those minutes so I just called you ‘Peanut Butter Girl’ in my mind. ”
Her mind took a second to gather itself. “Wait … is this because of me?” She stroked the tattoo and Bash shuddered.
“If I couldn’t have you, it was the only way I could have a part of you permanently, Peanut.”
Emotion welled up behind Faye’s sternum and for a moment, that feeling of how much she loved him pushed aside the need to be physical.
“You have me now,” she promised.
Bash’s gorgeous smile rivalled a crescent moon. He kicked away his boxers in a flash and picked her up from under the arms like she weighed nothing.
“Bash!” Laughing, her legs flung around his waist. The giddiest feeling of her skin meeting his made Faye cling to him harder.
“It’s a good job your parents aren’t here to hear you squeal my name like that.” He spun around with her pressed to his chest and sat himself down on the bed.
“We’re not teenagers,” she said.
Bash’s eyes flared with a dipped glance at her breasts squished against him. “Definitely not.”
Faye adjusted her legs so she knelt, her ass on his thighs and his cock that she very much wanted to get her hands on between them. She glanced down to the pearly bead leaking out of the tip. “Now can I touch you?”
Rosy cheeked, Bash looked like he’d enjoyed making her wait far too much. “Be my guest.”
She leant forwards, fusing their lips in a searing kiss first as she moved her hand between them. Bash jolted and moaned for more when her fingers caressed the base of his cock. Starting slow and exploring, her hand between them worked his length as he grew solid in her palm. Revelling in each of his throaty grunts as she tightened her grip.
“What do you like?” Bash asked, palms brushing down her lower back and over her ass.
“Everything. With you, everything. ”
“Certain?”
“Yes. You? Any no-gos?”
“My stomach.” His eyes lowered away from hers and his voice quietened. “You know why.”
Faye tipped his chin back up tenderly with her fingers. “Okay.” He had boundaries, which were good. They gave her instructions on how to love him. “Though for the record, I adore every single part of you I see.” He didn’t have deep grooves defining his lean stomach or muscles bulging in every direction, which all meant that his mind was as healthy as the rest of him, and that was all Faye cared for when she’d been there for his lows, too. “You should as well.”
Bash’s oceanite eyes shimmered as though no one had ever told him those things before. “I don’t even think about that when I’m with you, Peanut. I don’t hide myself.”
Now was absolutely not the time to cry, even if those tears were happy ones. Faye gave him one long, all encompassing kiss, and drew back.
“Spread your legs,” she repeated his earlier command. The sparkle that replaced the emotion in Bash’s eyes said he knew the reason.
“Why?” He teased her anyway. Drawing her intentions out from her mouth. “What are you going to do to me, sweetheart?”
Faye leant close so their mouths brushed. “I’m going to finally see what you taste like, too.”