“Stand here for a minute,” he repeated, with a bit of a sarcastic note to his voice. “Why would we do that?”
“You don’t think it’s nice?” I asked. “The quiet?”
“Is that what you go to a rave for?” He wondered jokingly. “The quiet?”
I couldn’t exactly argue or justify that one, so I just shrugged. Well, he wasn’t my prisoner, and I wasn’t going to beg him to stick around. Even if I kind of wanted to.
“We can go back,” I said, finally relenting. He stared at me for a few moments, before letting out a deep breath. Whirling back around on his heel to face out toward the cornfield, he leaned over onto the short wooden fence that separated the barn and the crops. I walked up next to him, nudging in close so we were side-to-side. The warmth of his body, and the way hedidn’t scoot away from me, sent electric tingles coursing down my body.
“So how’d you feel about Saint Preston?” I wondered, and he chuckled softly.
“What’s not to like?” He asked. I had a lot of answers I could have given to that question, but I was acutely aware how stupid any of them would have sounded actually spoken out loud.
“Nothing, I guess. If you like a khakis and sweaters 4.0 GPA future corporate business leader type of guy who organizes pride rallies on the weekends and probably eats keto and does yoga or whatever. He’s great,” I finished flatly, and I felt Aspen’s body trembling against my side as he tried to hold in his laughter.
“I didn’t realize you were such a fan.”
“You’re not seriously thinking about hooking up with him, are you?”
I knew it wasn’t my place, and I knew Aspen probably wouldn’t like me nosing around in his business even more than usual, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
“Maybe,” he admitted. “I don’t know yet.”
“Don’t.” Again, I couldn’t stop the word from tumbling out of my mouth. This time, he flicked up an eyebrow in response, regarding me intently.
“Or what?” He questioned. I’d expected him to sound irritated with my presumptuousness, but he didn’t. If anything, it sounded like he was teasing me. Did he find my obvious jealousy about Preston funny?
I couldn’t think of anor what. All I knew was that I didn’t want him looking at anyone else, talking to anyone else, and especially not fucking anyone else. Even if I hadn’t exactly gotten around to convincing him to do that with me yet. And not from lack of trying on my part, might I add.
“Is it just because you haven’t done anything in awhile?” I wondered, and he tilted his head a little as he considered myquestion. If he was just horny, then… I could take care of that. No Preston required.
“You’ve seen my work schedule, Caelyx. And that’s with all my classes, and everything else. When would I have time for a hookup?”
He was attending BBU on a scholarship, so he couldn’t risk letting his grades slip. He found time to hang out with everyone and play games with Ren and Che as much as he could, but everyone knew studying and work came first for him.
“So what’s different about tonight, then?” I asked. He was still staring up at me, from his leaned over position onto the fence.
“Well, I don’t have anything to do tonight,” he started. “I don’t have work tomorrow. And I’m sure Ren is going to sleep over with Maddox, so it’ll just be me in the dorm. I might get lonely.”
The way he was talking, it was like he wastryingto make me imagine him all horny and lonely in his room. I swallowed, my Adam’s apple bobbing in my dry throat, suddenly realizing my cock was hard.
“You don’t need him,” I said, and he snorted, eyeing me with amusement. His tongue flitted out to flick over his bottom lip, and I imagined sucking on it.
“When did I say Ineededhim? I don’tneedanyone.”
Again, I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Part of me wanted him toneedme, but at the same time that prickly black cat ultra-independent chip-on-my-shoulder emo boy thing he had going on was a big part of what I liked about him so much. Maybe I didn’t want him toneedme. Maybe I just wanted him towantme. Not because he expected me to do anything for him or for my presence to actually benefit him in any way, but just because he wanted me around.
“Forget about him.” I kept my voice perfectly light and calm and steady, because I was good at that, but inside my blood was pumping and my chest was thrashing.
I could tell by the expression on Aspen’s face that he still wasn’t taking me seriously. He was amused by my request, and maybe he was even considering what I was asking, but he didn’t actually expect me to do anything about it. So when I reached over to slip my hand under his shirt, brushing over his warm skin, his eyes widened, before his brows drew together over them like he was analyzing me. But he didn’t push me away or tell me to fuck off.
Letting my right hand glide around his waist, I slipped my left hand under his shirt too, shifting over a little so my chest was pressed into his smooth back. I could feel goosebumps forming everywhere my fingertips slid over, his stomach muscles quivering under my touch as he shivered.
When I let my hips bump into him, he pressed back into my stiff cock, letting me grind into his ass. Fuck, I was way too turned on already. And glancing over his shoulder at the way his black-tipped fingers were gripped tight around the top rung of the faded wood fence wasn’t helping. He was tense all over, frozen, like he was waiting to see how far I’d go. Anticipating it.
The sounds of the party felt like they were miles away now, barely even registering in my conscious brain as I stroked a finger over the button of his jeans. His breaths were coming out ragged and harsh now, and when I leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, I felt him nod. Just two slow, deliberate movements of his head, but it was more than enough for me.
I ripped the button open and yanked down his zipper, pushing my hand into his underwear. He let out this sexy, breathless gasp as my fingers moved over his swollen dick. The sound flew into my ears and zoomed straight to my cock. Igroaned, rutting my hips into him over and over as I stroked him.
