Page 23 of Queen Rose

She presses her lips together, her eyes focused on opening a package of crackers. “I don’t need fancy, Nate.” She picks up a grape and holds it up to my lips. Grinning, I open my mouth, but then pretend like I’m going to chomp on her fingers, which makes her shriek with laughter. She immediately slaps her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.

“Baby, there’s no one here but you, me, and a bunch of bugs.”

“I could have done without the bugs, but the stars make it worth it.” She smiles as she looks up at the sky. Her expression is completely serene. A few moments later, she shifts her gaze in my direction and blinks, her long lashes fluttering. “You make it worth it, Nate.”

Me.The guy from River Rock High. The guy she met while he was paying penance for a crime. The guy who never dreamed he could have a girl like her. But here she is. With me. She’s making me feel like maybe we have a chance. Like we can overcome the obstacles in our way, so long as we do it together.

My heart thuds steadily in my chest as she comes closer. She looks determined, and my head grows foggy with thoughts of the things I’d like to do to her and what I want her to do to me.

Aria reaches for my waistband, popping the button through the hole and dragging the zipper down. The noise it makes in our quiet surroundings is deafening and forces me out of the lustful daze I’d been in.

Eyeing the way her hands tremble just a bit, I yank my shirt over my head and lift my ass off the ground as she tugs my jeans and underwear down. The minute her warm hand wraps around the base of my cock, I let out a stuttering breath with her name. “A-Aria.” Oh hell, it’s fucking hard to think at all with her touching me like this. But I need to know— I don’t want—

Kneeling over me, her tongue flicks out, exploring every inch of my hard length, tracing veins before swirling around the head. When her mouth closes over me, I lose it. “Fuuuck.” This feels so damn good. “Just tell me—” I give a guttural groan as her mouth slides downward. “Shit. Fuck.” I blow out a harsh breath, finally able to form the words. “Baby, tell me what you need from me.” I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want her to stop, either. She’s everything that’s right in my world, and I need her. I don’t want to let her down but I also don’t know the extent of the things that trigger her. Or why they mess her up in the first place. Focus, Nate. Pay attention.

Her mouth slides upward in conjunction with her hand. Down. Back up. She pauses, pulling her mouth off me. “I will.” She gives me a little nod of reassurance, then begins to suck me in earnest. Her hair falls over her face like a curtain, and I so badly want to brush it back so I can see her, but I don’t dare. The first time she gave me head is clear in my memory, everything from the way she hadn’t wanted me to put my hands on her to how she’d wanted me to watch her. I’ll give her both of those things for as long as she needs them. My hands reflexively grip the blanket at my sides.

When she takes my balls in her free hand and gives them a tug, my hips lurch off the blanket. “Oh shit. Aria. Fuck, baby.” She’s giving me everything she’s got, and I can’t do much more than surrender to the way she’s making me feel. Her warm, wet mouth. That suction. Oh dear God, I’m gonna explode.

My breath comes shallow and fast, and I’m barely able to maintain any control. Fire races through my veins and need shoots down my spine. I’m a gasping, shaking mess when she pops off of my dick for a second to pull my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off, and peels my socks off for good measure. I want to get her naked, too, but when I move to sit up, she holds a hand up to stop me. “No. Let me finish.” She pushes my legs open so she can kneel between them, and I’m unsure if I’ve ever been so exposed to someone else’s gaze in my life. Her eyes move over me, like she’s drinking me in, savoring every bit of me.

Grasping my cock again, she slowly works her hand up and down. Her mouth isn’t even on me, and I have a feeling I might come. Her tongue darts out to slick over her lip, and as she does, her fingers brush over my sac.

I’m fairly certain indecipherable words are coming out of my mouth, but I can’t hear any of them over the roar of blood in my head as she leans down and gives my balls an experimental lick.

My back bows, and I grunt. Hard. “Fuuuuuck.” I gasp for air and stare down at her. She continues to jerk me with one hand as this pleased little smirk makes its way to her lips.

“Do that again, Aria. Please.”

She leans in and slides her tongue over me. The sensation is so amazing, I have the distinct idea that maybe I’m in heaven. I swear to God, my balls jump at her touch. My legs begin to tremble and my abs clench hard down low.

“Do you want my mouth on you?”

I nod, my lips parting as our gazes meet. I’m so worked up I’m panting for air. I’d do anything for her. Anything. And the look on Aria’s face… this beautiful, perfect girl is doing her best to please me. To tease me. “Yes. Fuck yes, Aria. Make me come.” She lowers her mouth again, first licking at the pre-cum leaking from me, then taking me as far into her mouth as she can, working me in tandem with her hand until I’m quaking so hard that I lose all control. I can hear myself groaning in pleasure with every lick and swirl of her tongue. She’s literally got my balls in her hand, and damned if I wouldn’t agree in this moment that they are one hundred percent hers.

My cock hits the back of her throat once, twice, and it’s all I can handle. I go tense as my orgasm rushes through me like a runaway train, and I shoot my cum down her throat in powerful spurts.

For a short while, I lie there, staring upward, not even seeing those damn stars. But then Aria stands up in front of me and wastes no time shimmying out of her jeans. She has on a pair of pink lace panties—no more than a scrap of material, fuck yes—and when she unzips and shrugs out of her hoodie and peels her T-shirt over her head, I wonder if I’m about to break a world record for swiftest recovery time known to man. Because there is definitely zero blood in my head at all. My vision tunnels until all I see is her, standing over me in her lacy lingerie, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and down her back.

“Come here,” I grunt, sitting up partway to reach for her.

She hesitates, fingering the strap of her bra. “Do you want this off, too?”

With a growled, “No,” I sit up further, grasping her by the waist and tugging her down to straddle my abdomen. I coast my palms up her thighs and grip her hips.

She only hesitates a split-second before she lowers her body fully to mine and finds my lips with hers. A shudder rolls through both of us at the intimacy of me tasting myself on her tongue. We immediately deepen the kiss; it’s scorching hot and I know I’ve never had better. Reaching between us, I cup her pussy and let out a strangled groan. She’s soaked. If I had any question at all about whether or not she liked giving me head, I have my answer. I rub my fingers over her panties, feeling the heat between her legs. The way I want her is undeniable.

“Nate,” she breathes into my mouth, the sound of my name completely sexy on her lips. Her fingertips stroke down my cheek, and she sucks my lip into her mouth. Her hips roll desperately against my hand.

I groan, moving my hands to her ass cheeks, and guide her as she grinds the wetness of her pussy against my stomach. “Fuck,” I mumble between strokes of my tongue into her mouth.

Rolling her to her back, I stretch out over her, my hands roaming her body. My lips find her neck, and I kiss and suck her delicate skin until she’s squirming against me. She’s sweet—so goddamn sweet. I wet the lace over her nipple with my mouth, feeling it pucker against my tongue, then switch to the other side and repeat.

She’s got my head between her hands, holding me in place, and she’s making the best little moaning whimpers I’ve ever heard. Needing to touch her without barriers, I pull the bra cups down, my mouth like a heat-seeking missile, her nipples the targets. I tease her sensitive flesh until she’s shuddering in my arms and crying out for me.

I’m like a starving man, rubbing my lips over her chest, licking and tenderly biting my way down to her stomach until I get to the hem of her panties. “I want to taste you, Aria.” I hook my fingers into her panties at her hips and help her slip them off.

Aria’s breath stutters out as she looks at me, her chest rising and falling fast. Her smooth skin glows in the light of the stars. “Nate, make me feel good.”

I kneel between her legs, put a hand on the inside of each thigh, and push her wide open. “That’s all I ever want to do.” I breathe her in, then swipe my tongue through her perfect pink folds. Everything about her—the way she moves, the way she thinks, the way she tastes—is perfect, just like I told her earlier.

“Oh God.” Her head drops back as I cover her clit with my mouth and suck. I slowly drag my fingers through her arousal, circling her opening before I push one finger inside, eliciting a whimper. I take my time licking her sensitive skin and teasing her mercilessly. I reach up, sliding my hand over her stomach, wanting to touch her fucking everywhere.

She thrashes, madly rocking her pussy against my fingers, and I can tell she’s hovering right there. I remove my fingers to grip both of her legs, spreading her wider, and stroke my tongue inside her, kissing her intimately. I find her clit with my thumb and when she gasps out, “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” I keep going as the orgasm sweeps through her body, pulsing hard.