Page 24 of The Blue Rose
The motion alone starts to make me wet.
I clench my legs and shimmy uncomfortably, shocked at how horny Aster’s dominance is making me. This is the kind of dominance I like, I need, I crave. Feeling eyes on me. I look up and see Asters staring at me with a dark and hungry look in his eyes.
His stare has my breathing erratic and making me even wetter.
I imagine his hands sliding down my stomach, into my panties, sticking his fingers into my soaked pussy.
Tyler starts to speak, reminding me that Aster and I aren’t as alone as I wish we were. “I’m sorry, Serena, for ordering for you, and talking about myself the whole time.” Aster shakes hishead around, a low rumble coming from him. “And! And trying to force you to kiss me and not walking you to your car.”
Aster throws Tyler onto the ground, stepping on his hand, and making Tyler scream. He leans over, getting in his face, “Lose her number.”
I wish it was my heel crushing his hand.
He stands, his eyes burning into mine, and walks over to me, taking my hand and starts walking us to the parking garage.
I look back and see Tyler clutching his hand and crying. I stifle a laugh, I don’t know why, but seeing him in so much pain brings me so much joy. I look up at Aster and see he’s smirking in satisfaction.
NINE
SERENA
When we get to my car, Aster pushes me up against it, making me gasp with the force. He leans against me, fusing our bodies together, and his growing erection pressing against my thigh. “I’ve been dying to kiss you, since we met, it’s all I’ve been thinking about for two weeks.”
Got a funny way of showing a girl you miss her.
Before I can respond, he crashes his lips against mine. His kiss is as powerful and intense as the man himself, leaving me breathless.
I don’t care that he hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks. I don’t care what his reason is. After that act he just pulled, I lost all senses. All I can think about is being lost in him. His lips are as soft as I imagined and they fit perfectly against mine.
Clutching his head, I pull him closer into me, deepening the kiss.
He groans against my mouth and effortlessly lifts me off the ground. He rips the slit in my dress higher, so it’s easier for me to wrap my legs around him.
He pulls away and starts to kiss down my neck, making me moan softly, I feel him chuckle against my neck, the vibration flowing through me and making me throb.
I tip my head back to allow more room and feel his teeth penetrate my skin, I let out a small yelp.What is he a fucking vampire?He sucks down hard, my head falls against the window, and my eyes roll to the back of my head, lost in the sensation his mouth is bringing. His tongue replaces his mouth, and I feel him lick from the bite, all the way to the back of my ear, making me shiver, in the most delicious way.
He growls against my neck, “I want you so fucking bad, little lamb. I need to have you.”
“Take me,” I whisper breathlessly, looking into his hungry green eyes. He grabs the keys from my hands, unlocking the door, and pushing me into the back. My car has three row seating, the middle and back row are always down, easier to put my art supplies into. I parked away from all the other cars, scared that mine could get dented, and right now I’m happy I did. There is no one around to see the sinful act happening in this dimly lit parking garage.
He follows me down, kissing me fiercely, before slowly starting to nip down my body. He bites through the fabric of the dress, intentions clear in his eyes.
He lifts up my dress to kiss my thigh, looking up at me, and says “This dress was meant for me and me alone. I don’t want you dressing up for anyone like this ever again.”
I whimper and nod, too lost in the moment to realize what he’s claimed.
He bunches my dress up, and I place my hand over his, stopping him. He tilts his head, “Why did you stop me?”
I whisper, turning my head away, “I don’t want you seeing my stomach. I have stretch marks, and they’re not attractive.” Even though I’ve been working my ass off to get into shape, the marks stay, and I am most insecure about them. I’ve tried tightening exercises, creams, lotions, everything you can think of, but they stay plastered to my stomach, refusing to go away.
Keeping my eyes from meeting his eyes, I feel his hands grip my waist, tightening with each word, “Serena, look at me.” I slowly turn my head, meeting blazing eyes. “Your body is a work of art.” The rip he made earlier at the slit, he grabs, and tears the rest of the way off, in one swift movement and I’m left bare beneath him, in nothing but my red laced bra and panties.Thank God I decided to match today.He kisses each mark, “These marks are perfect brushstrokes, of the masterpiece that was made just for me. If you ever talk about yourself in a negative way again.” He bites my stomach, making me twitch, “I will punish you. Stop me again and you will regret it.”
His words make my eyes water, no one has ever made me feel so seen before, so beautiful. He looks at me like I’m a work of art, one he wants to explore.How did I get so lucky?
He kisses up my thigh, and I can feel his smile against my skin, “You’re so soft.” His hands squeeze the side of my thighs.
He reaches my waiting pussy, his nose brushing against my clit through the thin piece of fabric separating us, and inhales, “You smell so fucking good. I bet you taste even better.” Using his teeth, he takes off my panties.
