Page 17 of Hold On

Chapter Eleven - Then

Sebastian:

I look at my fingers that just made Alina come and I think to myself that her noises are some of the most beautiful sounds I have ever been a part of creating. My dick is hard as shit and I swear if she looks at me the right way when she returns, I’ll be busting all over myself.

But I don’t give a fuck.

I know I’ll quickly be hard again and ready to take her for as long as she deserves.

She’s gone for a little while and I start fidgeting, hoping she isn’t regretting her decision to fuck around with me. If she only knew how scared I am, the pressure I feel to make sure she’s satisfied…

I really fucking like her.

And it’s freaking me out, sitting here alone.

But when I hear her clear her throat, standing within the doorframe that leads to the deck, all my fears disappear. She’s looking at me shyly, her green eyes peeking out from under her dark lashes, her maroon hair hiding her face partly behind shadows. “Come here, Lina Girl,” I say with a gravelly voice as she lifts her head, before practically running to my lap again. We hug tightly and then she’s burying her face in the sweet spot between my neck and my shoulder, breathing me in while holding me close. She curls up in my arms and I swear to god I feel the will to live erupt within my soul once more.

To be surrounded by this angel daily… I can’t imagine that kind of happiness. Well, maybe not before this moment. But now I’m dreaming of that exact thing.

“Let’s smoke,” she says in a satisfied tone, with hooded eyes that let me know she has completely given into us and this evening of sex and drugs, and a happily gifted slash accepted virginity offering on the table.

“Ok, baby.” I adjust her on my lap and lean forward, grabbing the lighter and the blunt that lay forgotten on the glass table. I spark the lighter and hold the end of the blunt within the flame for a few seconds, allowing it to catch fire before inhaling and dragging the embers back a bit. She watches every movement intently. I exaggerate a cough as the smoke hits my throat, so Alina won’t feel so self-conscious when she eventually coughs too. “Wanna make a bet?” I ask her slyly. She narrows her eyes as she watches me.

“Obviously,” she answers with a smirk, and I return it with one of my own. She bites her bottom lip and then I’m making out with her again, holding the blunt out so I don’t fucking burn her. I force myself away from her delicious ass mouth and meet her eyes once more.

“I bet you make it two hits before you’re tapping out,” I challenge and she scoffs, smacking my chest with her delicate hand.

“You’re on,BashCox!” she answers in a determined voice. “Give me that fucking thing!” I hand it to her as she forcefully grabs it, bringing it to her lips and immediately sucking in a hit that’s way too hard. I hastily snag it out of her hand before she erupts with smoke, it shooting out of her nose, as well as her mouth. She then collapses into my chest coughing. I shake a little beneath her with amusement and wait for her to catch her breath. I stupidly didn’t grab any water. Setting the blunt downon top of the grinder, I pick her up, then set her down in our seat before running to the kitchen.

I open the fridge and check to see if there’s anything to drink, spying an unopened apple Snapple. Grabbing it, I hurry back to Alina, who’s still choking. I crouch before her and open the bottle, handing it to her gingerly. She grabs it quickly and half of its contents are gone before she comes up for air. Her eyes are brimming with fresh tears, and her face is shining red as she finally looks at me. “Holyfuck,” she manages, before releasing a couple more coughs.

I smile widely at her. “How’d you like your first hit, Lina Girl?”

Alina:

I try to laugh but end up hacking again. Bash urges me to drink, so I finish the Snapple on my second go of it. His fingers push my hair from my face as he wipes away my tears. He turns around and picks up the blunt, inhaling it easily. He winks at me, so naturally I feel my chest caving in. He’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s hard to remain calm. Especially since I can tell the weed is working. I start to shake my leg as my fingers busy themselves with a piece of my hair. Bash grabs my face gently and looks at me softly.

“Shhhhh,” he soothingly hums and puts his forehead to mine, our breathing becoming one. “That’s it, Lina Girl. It’s just the weed making you feel a little anxious. You’re safe with me. No one is home, but us. Ok?” I nod and allow my face to fall to his shoulder, inhaling his scent and breathing through the rush. “Here, baby.” He’s holding the blunt up to me. I grab it hesitantly this time. He smiles. “Just take it a little slower.”

I hit it softer, not coughingas much. I feel light and airy, and I can’t help but smile as I’m consumed inside the world ofthe most beautiful boy before me. He notices me watching him and kisses me again. I moan out loud shamelessly. I don’t even fucking care. He seems to like it. It makes me realize I want to be myself around him forever.

I hand him back the blunt and he thanks me by pressing a small kiss to my nose. The air feels cool there when he releases me before he hits it again. He allows the smoke to leave his mouth in a thick cloud before he sucks it back in all at once. I love it. I’m watching him intently as he leans my head back, opening my lips and blowing the smoke into my mouth. We exchange it until there’s nothing left and we’re basically back to dry humping. He was on the deck before me and now he’s pressed between my legs, leaning his weight upon me.

“What do you say, Lina Girl? You either hit this and win the bet or I do.” I grab the blunt from his hands and inhale hard again, going for the dramatic upper hand. It kills my lungs, but it’s totally worth it as Bash tends to me once more. His fingers are plucking invisible strings on my thigh. I watch, mesmerized, as they flutter softly over my leg. “That’s my girl,” he coos as I become a damn puddle before him.

I want to be his girl for the rest of my life.

“What do I win?” I ask lazily, stroking his shoulders as he takes another hit. I can’t stop touching every inch of him. He doesn’t seem to care, as he leans into them all.

“My tongue,” he says as I cock a brow.

“Meaning?” I ask, leveling him with a dark stare.

“It’s really better experienced, than explained.”

But there’s an evil glint in his eye that promises this experience is about to be had. When he pulls me from the chair and plasters me against his body, I sink into him gratefully, allowing his boner to fully press into my stomach.

I want him.

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