Page 22 of Tandem

“Well, are you just gonna stand there, Rosalie? Or you gonna get that ass in my whip so we can get on the road for our date?” He stared me in the eyes and jerked his head to the passenger door.

I quickly locked my car and skipped over to get in, but as I reached for the handle, he shoved it open from the inside. Patting my seat next to him, I buckled in, stilling when his hand slid under my chin. I slowly tipped it up from looking at the seat belt I just clicked in. He leaned in and kissed me. And then my entire stomach exploded, not just with butterflies but a whole flock of birds too. And did I just moan?! I did. Crapola.

AJ pulled away a bit as my eyes opened from our kiss and he chuckled. “That good, baby girl?” He cocked an eyebrow at me and I quickly gazed out the windshield.

“U-umm, yes. It was pretty good. Sorry.” The excitement and nerves inside me had built back up just from that kiss.

“Mmm, don’t be sorry. I think your moans are sexy as hell. Now, let’s go for a little cruise. You asked me where I grew up, so let me show you a bit more of the Los Angeles I know.” AJ placed his hand on my thigh, caressing slowly back and forth with a couple of fingers that traced the inner side, it gave me goosebumps along the places he touched.

I couldn’t keep my hands on the seat belt the whole time, so I slowly lowered them to rest on my thighs. My left hand rested on top of his, but that only lasted a moment before he pulled his hand out from under me and placed it on top of mine so he could rub both my handandmy thigh.

AJ started driving me around the ghetto areas. Some of the places looked pretty normal, but there were some side streets that were really run-down, and some of the people looked pretty sketchy. But no matter which road we went down, I didn't feel scared. I had a feeling no one would mess with us. Something about the energy AJ gave off was this confident “I own this whole town” vibe, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say it turned me on—a whole lot.

We saw some of the city’s most pretty street art, the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial, and drove down Rosecrans Avenue. It was actually really cool. He didn’t talk much about himself while he was showing me around. However, as I sat there and listened to AJ’s smooth, deep voice, I found out his dad was out of the picture before he was old enough to remember him, and he didn’t mention much about his mom. I think she’s not really in his life anymore, either. I watched him talk about his parents, he didn’t seem very down about it, but I got a little sad. I couldn’t imagine not having both my mom and dad growing up, and he didn’t really have either.

As we kept driving, at one of the stops, I went from sitting on the far passenger side to sitting in the middle, right next to AJ. His hand moved from my hand and thigh to rest over my shoulders, where his fingers lightly traced the side of my neck, keeping a permanent red glow in my dang cheeks.

I whimpered quietly at how good that felt.Like, get it together, Rosalie! This isn’t the first guy to touch you, geez, but you wouldn’t be able to tell with the way you’re acting!

He suddenly pulled into the parking lot of a mini-mart, shifting the gear into park. He brought his other hand around, cupping my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned in for the kiss I knew was about to happen. Drawing me into him more, his warm lips started slowly kissing mine. He started slow, coaxing my lips to match his pace. I reached down, and without second-guessing it, I unbuckled myself. AJ took it as a sign to tug me sideways onto his lap as we made out.

His hand slowly moved up my jawline to the back of my neck. I moaned softly against his lips. He took more control of the kiss, pulling me into him. My legs shifted, and I straddled him. His tongue slowly teased my lips until I parted them, and god, AJ would be the most amazing kisser, wouldn’t he?

The way he used his lips, tongue, and teeth, by the time we parted for a moment, I was completely out of breath. According to my reflection in the window when I did a little side glance, my lips were slightly swollen and a little more red.

He moved his hands down my body, resting them on my ass and lap. “Wanna get out of here and go back to my place? Pick up where we left off?”

Back to his place? Was he asking… Oh my gosh. “U-um, I guess we could, s-sure.” I went through literally my entire high school life never going past a boy grabbing my boobs once and making out with me somehow. AJ throwing out there that he wanted to go back to his place could only mean one thing, right?Well, it had my mind reeling with nerves now as my pussy clenched at the thought of it, which was kinda a thing it did often when AJ touched, kissed or even spoke to me, I’d noticed.

He nodded his head to the right and I climbed off his lap, gently sliding my butt into the seat next to him again. He chuckled and threw his car in gear, and we reversed into the driving lane, and he went down a few blocks until we pulled up to… was that a motel?

“Ummm… You live here?” I questioned everything for a moment. He parked in a spot in the back, then pulled me out on the driver’s side, slamming his door shut and locking it.

“Yup. Follow me, baby girl.” He wrapped his arm around my waist, and I was glad he did. I wanted to stay as close as possible to him as we walked past a few people smoking outside their rooms. My nose scrunched when we walked past them. By the skunky smell of it, they weren't smoking just cigarettes. Then we turned to go up some old, rickety metal stairs to the second floor. The paint had been peeling for a few years now by the look of the rust on parts of them.

We stepped around a bike as we walked down to one of the corner rooms—room 10.

AJ grabbed the knob and opened the door, squeezing his arm around my waist and pulling me inside. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light difference as he shut the door behind us. Then I began to look around. A king-size bed, a TV, and a chair in one space, with a little dining table in another. It actually had a full kitchenette, and then the most out-of-place item, a punching bag, hung in another corner of the room.

“You live here? I didn’t know it was possible to live in a motel.” I placed my little purse on the chair next to the TV while AJ sat on the bed, kicking off his white Air Force shoes.

“Yeah, the owner has some long-term units, and I have this one. Been here a year or so now.” His eyes watched me as I moved timidly around the room, not trying to show my nerves.

I walked closer to him, still looking around, noticing a couple of fist-sized holes on the wall next to the punching bag. Suddenly, AJ reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the space between his legs.

“Why don’t you take your jacket and shoes off, baby girl? Get more comfortable,” he coaxed softly, his thumb rubbing back and forth on my wrist. His dark eyes watched my movements as he stopped and stared up at my face.

I nodded yes before quickly kicking off my shoes and putting my jacket on the chair, too. Then I walked back, standing awkwardly between his legs again, because I really didn't know what to do next.

“Don’t be nervous, girl. A gorgeous thing like you shouldn’t be tense.” AJ looked at me, his smirk growing, and I felt like I was being pulled into his eyes as I took a few slow, calming breaths.

I fidgeted a bit, then AJ ran his hands up my legs to my ass again and lifted me onto him. I sucked in a breath as I straddled him on the edge of his bed, his hands firmly gripping my ass to keep me from sliding off.

“We will take it slow. Why don’t we just make out again? Kiss me, Rosalie.” His demanding tone made me wrap my hands slowly around his shoulders as I leaned down, slowly kissing him, and his groan when I pulled back slightly made me think that not kissing him literally caused him pain.

So I bent down again, this time kissing him faster and harder, which made him hum deep in his throat in a sexy way as he made out with me slowly. My body felt like it was coming alive, heating up with my heartbeat pounding. I lifted and lowered slightly. His hands gripped my ass more, and I felt a hardness in his pantsthe second time I lowered. My thigh rubbed against it, and he moaned into my mouth while slowly standing up with me in his arms.

His lips were still locked with mine, and the movement made me feel unsteady, so I held on tighter. He turned us so my back was facing the bed and lowered us onto it.

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