Page 17 of Fight or Flight
The knowledge that I have such an effect on him empowers me and helps me shake off the nerves.
I unbuckle his pants, move his black briefs down so he’s fully exposed, and then look up at him. His eyes are wide, fully visible in the semi-dark we’re coated in, as he watches everything I do. I lick my lips and am pleased with the little groan he makes before I dive in and take the head of his cock into my mouth to suck on it lightly.
If I was worried about him not enjoying it, I needn’t have to because the second I bob my head lower to take more of him into my mouth, he hisses, “Holly fuck!”. His hands go to my hair, but otherwise, he doesn’t stir as I start to move faster and faster.
I can feel his body turn rigid before he moves away, gently pulling me to the side.
“Why did you stop?” I mutter, but in the next second, yelp when I’m flipped to my back.
Aidan kisses me almost harshly; his breathing labored as he reaches under my skirt. My panties are so wet that I know I should be embarrassed about just how much I enjoyed what I just did, but I don’t have time for that. His hand moves the obstacle to the side to press one finger into me slowly, and I moan. More, I need more.
I must’ve said it out loud because Aidan whispers, “You don’t have to tell me twice. Take off your bra.”
As soon as my breasts are free to the cool air around us, Aidan lowers his head to lick each nipple as a second finger joins to tease me at my entrance. The breeze picks up at that moment to fall on my exposed body, and I tremble from the strange mixture of sensations.
My hand reaches for Aidan, and it’s my time to order him to take his clothes off. I’m still in my skirt and have my panties on, but I’m already too impatient to wait any longer. I want him in me. To feel my inner walls closing in on him. To make him possess me as I possess him. I want him to claim me again and again.
When he’s too slow for my taste to do just that, I grab onto his face and then sit on his lap. I push my hand between us and move my underwear to the side fully before impaling myself on his hard length.
This is another first for us. I’ve never been on top before, but I know that I’m going to be back here often from now on. I move my hips, making us both groan in pleasure and then pick up speed, with Aidan’s arms helping me move. The perfect pressure his hard cock creates within me at this angle, the amazing sensation on my clit as I’m rubbing against him, and the feel of his hard hot body underneath me built my orgasm up to an incredible level, and when it finally comes, I lose all power in my limbs. Aidan has to catch me to keep me upright as he lifts his hips rapidly, adding to my ongoing inner explosion before he bites lightly on my shoulder as his release comes.
“Holy fuck,” he pants and collapses back on the blanket, the wood trembling slightly under.
“Yeah, I agree,” I muse and wipe the sweat from my forehead.
Then our eyes meet in the darkness, and we both grin at each other like the fools in love that we are.
“I love you, Claire Thompson.”
“And I love you, Aidan Linden.”
He lifts his right hand with his pinky outstretched. “Pinky swear?”
I encircle it with my own and laugh, “Pinky swear.”
––––––––
“WHERE THE HELL HAVE you been?” My father booms as soon as I enter the house, and I jump at the sudden volume.
I was sad when Aidan had to drive me back to my house, but since I didn’t have a change of clothes and was in desperate need of a shower after everything we’d been doing on the pier, we decided it was best if I come home today. I don’t like sleeping without Aidan by my side anymore, but I know I’ll see him in a few hours at school.
“Jesus Christ, Dad. What are you doing, creeping around the house in the dark? You scared me. And I was out, obviously,” I mutter as I take off my jacket and move past my father, who looks something between enraged and relieved.
“I want you to stop seeing him, Claire. I know you think I’m stupid, but I know you’re sneaking off almost every day, and I don’t like it.”
“It’s a shame then that I don’t exactly care about your opinions when it comes to my life,” I mutter and then frown when he grabs my shoulder to stop me from walking into my room.
“Hey! We have our issues, and I understand your reservations. I do. But I’m still your father, Claire. I worry about you, and your recent behavior shows me that it’s not exactly unfounded. Your grades will barely allow you to pass. Your teachers say you don’t pay attention. And today, you didn’t come home after school and didn’t even have the decency to tell me that you’re fine. I’ve been calling your phone for hours. And don’t even let me start with that boy...”
I shake my head violently, unable to listen to him trying to play a parent anymore. “I don’t want to talk about it. You wouldn’t understand...”
I turn and march toward my room, trying to lock myself in, but my father is not having that. He stops me from locking and barges in.
“You will hear this, Claire. That boy you're seeing? Aidan, right? He's dangerous. I asked around. You know what kind of people he associates himself with? Thugs, criminals, drug dealers. He doesn’t have a job. He never even came here to introduce himself,” I roll my eyes at that and open my mouth to answer, but my father doesn’t let me. “This thing between you two seems unhealthy. Your friend runs away, leaving you here with a broken heart, and instead of trying to learn from that experience, off you go find another person to obsess over and jeopardize your future for. Ms. Edwards warned me about something like this happening. You attach yourself to people, making them your whole universe, and when they disappear, you crumble.”
“Stop talking about shit that you have no fucking clue about!” I explode and then take a step back, surprised by the force of my rage. My chest heaves with heavy breaths, and my hands shake, eager to claw at him.
My father raises his eyebrows but doesn’t react for a while. Then he says in an even voice. “You don’t see it that way, but I do want what’s best for you, Claire. I was a teenager once, and I know how powerful the first love can be. How destructive. I lived through that with your mother. And I just don’t want you to break when it’s all over.”