Page 9 of Hold On

I harden in my pants as I wonder what it would be like to take her in my mouth. God, I want this gorgeous woman singing on my cock and using me as a microphone. I want to lick her pussy and make her squeal while her naked body shakes beneath me. I want to kiss her softly, then hard, pinching her perky little nipples until she’s batting my fingers away. She’s absolutely everything I never knew was missing from my life. She’s the embodiment of all the emotions I feel I’m lacking and as I watch her just exist so easily before me, I know I’m becoming addicted.

I want her. She’s already mine.MyLina Girl. I haven’t even fucked her yet and I know that I’m falling for her. Each time we exchange eye contact, more of us passes between each other.

I need to hold her. To touch her in some way. Her body is too close and too perfect not to take advantage of her proximity. I grab her thigh and rest my hand on her leg. Her cheeks deepen in color as she sucks in an unexpected breath. She surprises me next by grabbing for my fingers. She rests her hand on top of mine for the remainder of the drive.

Alina:

True to his word, Bash pays for the pizza and springs for extra ranch. I swoon as I carry the tiny containers out to the car, Bash holding the pizza on his shoulder. He opens the door to the back seat and sets the box down before returning to my side up front.

“Thank you so much, Bash. You’ve absolutely made my birthday,” I gush, still feeling a little shy. I tuck my burgundy hair behind my ear as his hand returns to my leg.

“Anything for you, Lina Girl.” His nickname is something I’m becoming accustomed to hearing falling easily from his lips. It makes me bite my own. He whistles out loud at my gesture, making me furrow my brow. “Pretty girl, you better get me the fuck to your house before I bend you over right here in this parking lot.” I’m totally shocked by his statement.

Bash Cox wants to fuck me?

Bash Cox wants to fuck me!

On my fucking birthday!

The musical sex god known for his talented fingers and blue balls. Who would’ve thought. But it feels so fucking right. If any other boy had said those words to me, I would’ve slapped him in the fucking face. When I look at Bash, I only want to fall on his dick in every way.

He could teach me. I’d be willing to learn.

“I wanna fuck you too.”

What the hell.

I take my chance and watch his blue eyes darken with interest. The promise lying there is enough to make me drench my panties as his hand on my thigh begins to squeeze my leg. I find myself squirming beneath his legendary fingers.

“I need you to understand one thing, Alina,” he says lowly as he invades my personal space, and our breath co-mingles once more. I nod my head to show I’m listening. I’m gripping the front of his shirt as I wait with bated breath. “I’ll never make you regret giving me your virginity.” He’s so fucking serious as he stares me down.

“I know,” I quickly respond, staring into his kind eyes and nodding my head. Somehow, I just do. I trust him. “I know,” I whisper again as I stroke his face, just needing to be touching him. He leans his cheek into my hand.

“Take us to your house, Lina Girl.”

Chapter Six - Now

Sebastian:

We eat as fast as we can. There isn’t much to it other than fueling our bodies for what we really want to be doing. And now that we’re back up in my bedroom, I’m feeling the weight of my failures pressing in on me as I watch Alina French braid her hair in the mirror on top of one of my dressers. She took the sweats off and is only wearing my boxer briefs and baggy shirt. Her thighs look milky and smooth next to the dark material. Most of what I own is black. It’s always been my favorite color.

Her purple hair is gathering quickly as I nervously fist the blanket below me. She’s almost done. I’m freaking the fuck out. It’s been a long ass time, not counting earlier, since I’ve had sex sober, and my thoughts are becoming intrusive as she ties off the end of her braid.

She’s watching me in the mirror. I look away, only to hear her sigh as she approaches the bed. “I’m nervous too, Bash.” I nod but refuse to make eye contact as I turn the tv on and search for some music for us to listen to. “Actually, I was hoping you’d play for me. Anything you want. I just miss it…” Her voice trails off as I sit up in bed.

“Really?” Even if it’s only for one person, I was born to perform. And knowing it’s something she’s missed about me makes it that much sweeter. She nods her head. I smile and glide over to where my Fender Stratocaster is set up on a stand in the corner of my room among a few of my other guitars. “Lay down, Lina Girl,” I gently command as she crawls into my bed, lookinglike a fucking punk rock angel as she crosses her legs and pulls the covers over herself. She grabs a pillow and leans forward on it as I pick up my guitar.

It never gets old how right this instrument feels in my hands, underneath my fingers, slung across my body. It’s erotic and emotional, much like sex. I treasure my guitars. I throw the strap over my shoulder before I begin to tune it, then start to strum a few random cords. I turn on the amp and Alina’s smile lights up her face as she waits for me to choose a song to play.

I begin the intro of Yellowcard’s Only One to her squeals of approval. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience as I walk to the bed and sit down next to her, perching my ass on the edge. I knew exactly what this song would do to her. How true the words are for both of us. She joins me and helps me to finish the first verse before I allow her to take the bridge, and she starts to belt it. I accompany her with the backup vocals until we scream the chorus as one. Time freezes around us as our problems fade away. Music has always brought us together and it’s doing it now as we forget about everything separating us, one of our favorite bands highlighting all that we still have. My heart breaks open for the first and only girl I’ve ever loved as she smiles genuinely and serenades me like she used to back in high school, the sentiment only meaning more now that time has passed and brought us back to each other. I commit every movement she makes and flutter of her lashes to memory. The way her tongue forms the words and how she licks her lips in between breaks she takes to breathe. How her eyes crease from happiness as she gazes longingly at my fingers working the fret board. It feels beautiful to be doing this with her again so casually. She’ll never be singing to packed stadiums like me, but I don’t love her for her voice. I love her for what she’s always brought out in me. And even now, after all this time, we’relaughing as we sing, when earlier the world was crashing down upon us.

Maybe I should be more concerned about our situation as a whole, but it’s hard when Alina starts to throw out requests and before we know it, two hours have passed. My fingers feel raw. It’s been a little bit since I’ve played, my mood being dark and my motivation lacking as all hell in my forced sobriety.

But it’s the perfect night. Just like her birthday all those years ago when she saved me from taking my life.

Alina:

We’re both getting tired. My face aches from smiling. I’m rubbing Bash’s back as he begins to play another song. One that reminds me of my all-time favorite birthday.

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