Page 21 of Hold On

I wanna do this right. She’s waited for so long. She’s chosen me and I have a responsibility to make sure her body and her heart are taken care of.

My fingers trail down her thighs as I continue to stroke her legs and get her used to my touch on her lower body. She’s closing her eyes now, so I know my patience is paying off. She’s settling down, this new experience not as scary anymore. I’m glad. Her legs are absolute heaven. Long and lean, milky and smooth. I’m so fucking excited to throw them over my shoulders.

I switch up the direction I’m rubbing her with my fingers, focusing now on the insides of her thighs, trailing a little higher as I go with each swipe. Her eyelids fly open and suddenly, she’s staring at me with her intense green eyes. So many questions are silently being thrown my way within them. I decide to answer them all by dragging my tongue up her inner thigh on one leg, skipping over her clit, then using it to glide down her other leg. She sucks in a nervous breath as she shudders below me, her eyes darkening with lust. She nods at me, spurring me onward as I repeat the motion, only this time, I run the tip of my nose over her covered clit, causing her to squeak and clamp her legs around my body between them.

I love that vice-like action.

Before Alina, I swear I’d eat a girl out just to experience that thigh grab. You can’t fake that involuntary movement.

But fuck every other girl.

There’s only Alina andherlegs andhervice-like grip now.

Alina:

I feel so self-conscious and exposed.

He’s looking at me with those eyes, the ones that promise dirty, amazing things to come. And it scares me. Because I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know if what I’m doing is right. I don’t want to lose Bash. What if I’m doing everything wrong and he never talks to me again after this night? What if I’m too annoying or not pretty enough down there? What if he thinks I’m ugly when he gets me naked? Millions of questions swirl around my brain as Bash continues to pet me. I wish I could just blurt them all out, but I think that’d actually be worse.

He nuzzles me, his nose burying itself deeper into my panties this time. That zing I felt from before floods my lower body, making the butterflies dance. I never knew people stuck their fucking noses into other people’s crotches. Does he like this? As he does it a third time, I decide he has to. I never asked for this, and he keeps doing it over and over again.

The fourth time he meets the center of my panties, he uses his tongue, not his nose. The warmth seeps through the lace and I can feel a dull sensation building as he lightly sucks at my body. It feels fuckingincredible. I find I’m holding my breath as he lets my body go. I instantly miss the contact of his mouth. I know I’m addicted to it, and I haven’t even felt his skin upon my skin, his tongue upon that sweet spot he massaged earlier to make me explode.

My wish is granted as he finally exposes my pussy fully by pulling off my underwear, the living room air meeting my body. It feels strange to be naked in the middle of my house, even though I know we’re the only ones here. I internally panic at the realization that I’m displayed entirely before Bash as he takes a few seconds to look me over, biting the tip of his tongue. Does he… like it? I can’t tell. I’m about to start talking as he lets out an elongated, “Fuuuck.” I don’t know what it means. I go to close my legs, feeling too open, wondering why he’s just staringat me. But he holds my thighs and meets my eyes with his soft blue ones. “Please, Alina. Don’t be scared.” His voice is gentle and calm, a pleasant smile upon his perfect lips. I stop listening to the self-conscious thoughts flooding my brain as his voice fills my head. “You’re absolutely perfect, baby.” I allow my legs to relax as we look at each other. I watch his eyes move, trailing back down to my pussy. Maybe him watching me isn’t so bad. If he’s not disgusted or mad at what he sees, then I think I can get used to this.

And then he starts to touch me. And I decide itreallyisn’t bad at all. I want him to do this to me every fucking day, it feels so fucking good. He strokes the outside of my pussy smoothly, letting his magical fingers slide over my skin in gentle, thorough movements. I feel the muscles in my thighs truly melt as my relaxation hits a new level. His thumb swipes at that sweet spot with direct contact for the first time since he made me come earlier. The pads of his fingers glide against me, my wetness completely coating his hand.

“Holyfuck, Lina Girl. Your fucking pussy, baby.”

And with that, he bends down and opens his mouth, poking his tongue through his lips and settling it against my body. I am not ready for the sensation that explodes across my lower half. I whimper and buck into him, but he’s ready for it and holds my hips down. He pulls me into his mouth and begins to create a pulsating rhythm with his sucking. “Bash!Oh, my fucking god, Bash!!”

I’m absolutely throbbing below him.

His mouth vibrates against my body as he laughs softly to himself. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and isn’t stopping. It takes less than a minute for me to come on his tongue. And when I do, I feel like the universe is opening up and swallowing me whole, the moment endless and over quickly all at once. Making no sense and yet all the sense in the world.He licks me up the center of my pussy, causing me to thrash about and jerk involuntarily. He laughs again, this one louder and filled with pride in his work. He climbs on top of me, his lips meeting mine as I’m introduced to my own scent. I go crazy, smelling his mouth as I allow my essence to coat my face, my lips, my tongue. He rubs it over me, smiling as I assault him with my kisses and licks, his fingers holding the crook of my knee as we cuddle into the pillows around us.

Bash Cox is a fucking sexual god and I’m nothing but a firm believer in all the rumors of his skills.

Chapter Fifteen - Now

Alina:

I have no idea what time it is when I open my eyes. I’m super groggy and my brain feels like absolute shit. Ahugepileof unwanted, fucking shit. There isn’t a coherent thought to be found. Just the fog of newly repressed trauma and the hazy memory of the eyes of the most handsome boy I’ve ever met…

Sebastian.

My first coherent thought.

Where is he?

My next coherent thought.

But as I stir in the blankets, doing my best to look at my surroundings, I see him sitting in a chair on the other side of the room strumming one of his electric guitars. He’s playing the intro to The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance, the amp turned way down in order to not disturb me. He could never bother me while playing. His talent is beyond comprehension. He always plays my favorite songs when he’s around me anyway, which is a massive plus. They’re his favorites too.

“Turn the amp up,” I croak from the bed, his eyes flying to mine. A smirk erupts across his face as he bends down to do so. I release a contented sigh.

I smile as his fingers dance over the strings, his voice hitting the inflections of every note change perfectly. I’m truly lost in time when he opens his mouth and gifts me with his vocals. My eyes stray to his neck, watching the way his Adam’s apple fluctuates as he finishes singing the first verse. I feel a tingleerupt through my abdomen, the thrill of witnessing Sebastian Cox never, ever lost on me.

We pick up the next part together. His voice is absolutely stunning and out of this world as he elongates the I’s of the chorus. I’m breathless as always when he performs so effortlessly for me. He is truly rare, a god amongst men and doesn’t even recognize it.

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