Changing Tunes (18 page)

I’m freaked out about tonight. Not a bad freak, a good one. I’m uncertain about what the night holds in store. This trying to stay friend’s thing is for the fucking birds. Why must my head and heart be on opposite sides of one another?

Ashley had told me she’d be going with a group of friends, and I’m anxious. Not about the friends, but about how my body’s going to react to seeing her dance. If all she has to do is talk to make to me hard, imagine what dancing will do to me. I run my hands through my hair, readjust myself because I’ve already given myself a semi-hard on just thinking about it, and start my way over to the club.

I walk in and hand the guy my I.D. Club Z is an eighteen and over club, but since I’m over twenty-one, I get a special bracelet to wear.  I just turned twenty-one last September. It dawns on me that Ashley and I have never discussed age.
Shit
.

Hopefully, it won’t be much of an issue. I head over to the bar and grab a beer. I need something to calm my racing heart. I smile at the bartender, who’s attempting to get her flirt on, grab my beer and turn around, not missing the look of disappointment that crosses her face. I take in the bodies bumping and grinding on the dance floor and swig my beer down.

Like a homing beacon, I find her. She’s staring at me intently, as if she was waiting for me. Smiling, she begins to head my way when a hand grabs her arm, stopping her. It sets me on high alert, and I quickly make my way to her. I see her turn to the person, smile at them and say something. When I reach her, I’m fuming internally.

“Hey,” she says.

I glance at the guy’s hand that’s still on her arm, following it up to his face. He’s smirking like he’s enjoying this and giving me a stare down. He finally nods his head at me.

“You must be Zeke.”

I smirk back. He doesn’t intimidate me one bit. “I am, and you are?”

“Austin, I’m a friend of Ashley’s.”

Ashley scoots closer to me and stares at Austin, finally saying, “Knock off the pissing contest, Austin.”

He smiles at her and finally cackles, “Just watching out for you, babe.”

Ashley shakes her head, ignoring him, and begins making introductions. “This is my best friend and roommate, Mac. Next is Nick, and this is Ian.”

I barely acknowledge everyone when she leans up and whispers, “Let’s dance.” She has this gleam in her eye. She’s excited and seems carefree tonight. I like this carefree side of Ashley. She grabs onto my arm, sliding her hand down it and into my hand. Hands linked, she pulls me onto the dance floor. She doesn’t have to pull too hard; I’m more than willing to follow her anywhere.

I’m holding her hand and standing in the middle of the dance floor. Her eyes widen in surprise when I spin her around, pulling her back to my front, and draping her arm around my neck, she lets go of my hand as I rest my other hand on her hip. I’m completely engulfed in all things Ashley. She tightens her hands around my neck and begins playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. If she only knew what this does to me. She begins swaying her hips, rubbing her ass up and down my cock. It doesn’t take long to make me hard. No way. Not with Ashley. I let her lead because she’s the dancer, plus I’ll follow wherever she takes me. I’m a goner now. Just having her ass rub me is enough to be my undoing, and I know she can feel how hard I am for her. I follow her moves, but just as quickly as I turned her around, she turns around on me. We’re now dancing face to face. Her eyes are playful and shining. I slide my knee between her legs and follow the beat of the music. I’m playing with fire, and for once I don’t give a shit. I’m in the here and now, living in the moment where I have no responsibilities. I’m just a twenty-one year-old guy, out with the girl he likes a lot.

Her face is soft and carefree and the song changes to a sexier, slower tempo. She slithers as close as she can and with each beat of the music, her pussy hits my leg. Her eyes grow big and she tightens her arms around my neck, once again running her hands through the nape of my hair. With each rub on my leg, my hand tightens around her waist. I see her lips part every time the friction hits her just right, and I see ecstasy building in her angelic face. Her dance moves are fluid and never miss a beat. She tightens her hands once more and I feel her nails begin to dig into my neck. It’s not painful, not by a long shot. She’s close; I can feel it. Her eyes are half lit and I hear her whisper my name. This makes me want to give her everything. Hearing my name leave her lips causes a shudder to race through me. I lean forward and whisper, “Let go.”

She stares up at me with no inhibitions, no concern and rubs herself on my leg one last time before letting go. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I swoop in and grab her lips with mine, muffling her heavy breathing and slide my tongue in. God, if I knew kissing Ashley would be like this, I would have done it a long time ago. Our tongues twirl and mingle, and I soften the kiss, biting gently on her lower lip before pulling away. A question lingers in her eyes.

“As much as I want to, I can’t take you on this dance floor.”

Her eyes grow big as she quietly asks, “You want me?”

How could she think I don’t? She’s gorgeous, kind, and I love being around her. She could have any guy she wants, but for some unexplained reason, she’s chosen me. Why is it so hard for her to believe she does this to me? Why is it so hard for her to believe how amazing she is? I shake my head in amazement. She needs to see and believe it. Hell, I’m the lucky one.

I grasp her hand in mine and place it on my chest, letting her feel my rapidly beating heart that still hasn’t slowed. She looks at me with wonderment, “I do that?” She asks.

“You do more than that.” I slide her hand down my chest, past the button of my jeans and onto the bulge at my pants. I lean my forehead against hers and whisper, “You not only make my heart race, but I want you so damn bad.”

“Can we get out of here?” she asks in anticipation.

“Hell. Yes.” It only takes those two words for her to grab my hand and walk us over to her friends. She let’s go for an instant to walk over and whisper in Mac’s ear. I see her nod and smile. She’s immediately holding my hand again, leading us out of the club and into the parking lot. I guide us to my truck and open her door. Instead of getting in, she grabs me by my shirt and yanks me to her, looking me dead in the eye. “I need something to tide me over.”

“So damn sexy,” I say before attaching my mouth to hers. I start slowly this time. I want her to feel everything I’m feeling, and I put it all into this one kiss. I want her to know, before we take it any further, how much I care for her. I tease her tongue but don’t dive in. No, this I take slow. I softly kiss her, adding very little pressure, and then use my tongue to trace her lips.

First her top lip, and then her bottom lip. She groans, “More.”

I chuckle, but increase the pressure and finally give her what she craves. I slide my tongue in and tangle with hers. She tastes so damn good, and I want more, I need more. That’s my mission tonight—to drive her to the brink and hear her scream my name. I get harder just thinking about it.

I back away and no words are needed. She slides into my truck and I get in, immediately grabbing for her hand. Her fingers intertwine in mine. The feeling of her hand in mine feels so right, and so good.

I drive straight to my place and the moment the door is shut, I pull her into my room. She begins to lift her shirt. “Stop.”

She looks at me questioningly.

I begin to slowly advance towards her, “Let me. I’m going to be the one to undress you.”

A worried look crosses her face, and before I can come any closer, she places a hand on my chest stopping me.

“There’s something we should discuss first.” She says taking a deep breath. “I know this is probably going to kill the mood, and I’m sorry, but I have to be honest if we’re going to do this.”

“We don’t have to do this. I’ll still be here tomorrow.”

She purses her lips before saying, “You would, wouldn’t you?”

I grab her hand; thread it through mine, place it to my lips, and kiss it softly. I watch her eyes widen. She gently pulls her hand from mine and begins, “I’ve always had these rules anytime I was with someone.” She says and looks down wringing her hands together. “No one ever touched me in certain places and there was never any, you know...” She looks down, “I never allowed it.”

I’m shocked, but thrilled at the same time. I slowly lift her chin so we’re gazing into each other’s eyes. “Why is that, Ashley?”

Her breathing picks up, “I never cared about any of them.”

Her admission pleases me, but I have to know, “Do you care about me?”

Without hesitation, “Yes.”

I already knew the answer; I can see it in her eyes. But hearing the word come out of those sweet lips is enough to send me over the edge.

“I want you to feel. I want you to feel all of me. Let me show you what it can be like with someone that cares about you.”

She has no idea what this could do to me, and my heart.

Her eyes go wide like this admission is shocking.

She takes a deep breath and finally says, “Control is a hard thing for me to relinquish, and it’s something I’ve always craved. For some reason with you, I don’t feel that need. I think with you, I can let it go.”

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, or do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Please, touch me? I need you to touch me,” she says, the second time with more force.

It’s all I need to hear; reaching up and holding her face in the palm of my hands, I kiss her with everything I have. I pour everything into this one kiss and then make my way down her face to her neck. She moans and pulls me closer. I need closer, but I need her skin on me more. I back away, just long enough to pull her tank off and stare into her eyes. She smiles and reaches behind her, and unhooks her bra, letting it fall.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her.

She’s perfect, in every possible way.

She smiles and yanks my tee shirt up and over my head and runs her hands down my chest. She leans her head down and begins kissing my chest. My head falls back and all I can think of are her beautiful lips trailing their way down. It takes everything for me to rasp out, “No, we’re doing this my way this time. This is about you, not me.”

She looks up, standing up straight, and I see her eyes are filled with moisture.

“Ashley, I need to make sure that…”

She doesn’t wait for me to finish and places a hand over my mouth.

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t do this...” She takes my hand and places it on her breast.

That’s all I need to know. “Once we start, I can’t stop.”

“Then don’t.” she’s challenging me. Okay, challenge accepted.

I bend over and pull one perfect nipple into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue and use my other hand to massage and pinch the other. She leans her head back and uses her hand to push my head further down.

“God, that feels so fucking good.”

A growl escapes me. Hearing the word ‘fucking’ come off of her lips and knowing my mouth is the only one that’s been on her perfect tits; I feel territorial.

She moves backwards until her legs hit the back of the bed and let’s herself fall down, with me on top. I kiss my way back up to her mouth. My tongue sweeps her mouth and our tongues entwine. Her kisses are all consuming. I pinch her nipple one last time before sliding my hand down her flat stomach. I unbutton her jeans, slide my hand down the front of her panties and push them over to one side. The moment my fingers reach their destination she is hot and wet.

She moans as I whisper in her ear, “You’re so wet.”

She turns her head, looking into my eyes with heated desire, “Only for you.”

I’ve never had a girl say something like this to me before, and it reminds me of how huge this is for her and for me. I begin to tease her clit lightly, rubbing my finger back and forth, before I slide a finger completely into her.

Suddenly, Ashley reaches down. For a moment I think she’s going to pull my hand away, that maybe I crossed a boundary she wasn’t ready to. She surprises me by pushing my hand deeper into herself. She sucks in a breath, “More…Faster.”

So I do. I go deeper and faster, then pull out and add a second finger. She reaches down and starts rubbing my already hard cock.

“Girl, if you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.”

She moans and begins pulling off her jeans. I reluctantly slide my finger, then my hand, out as she lifts her ass up and I pull her jeans completely off, followed by her panties, which turn out to be a thong. I take her all in while I stand, unbutton my jeans and yank them down with my underwear in tow. She lies there, with hooded eyes, and unabashedly checks me out. I can’t help the slow grin that spreads across my face.

“Do I meet your satisfaction?” I tease.

She chuckles and it’s the best sound in the world—so carefree and happy. “You more than meet my satisfaction. Come here.”

I shake my head. “No. This is about you letting me do this. Not the other way around. I am going to make you feel so fucking good. This isn’t just about sex to me. This is about you and me. Not a one night stand. Do you understand? ”

I see a tear escape the corner of her eye and she quickly wipes it away. Gently I say, “You aren’t just a piece of ass to me. God, you are so much more. Let me show you what you mean to me. Let me make you feel good. I don’t just want
this
with you, I want so much more. I want all of you, Ash.”

When the words are out, I realize how true they are. I want her in every capacity. I have concerns, and other people to think about. There are things she knows nothing about. But for now, we’ll live for now and I will worry about that later. I come to the realization I more than like this girl. I’m falling for this girl, and I’m falling hard. I’ve truly never felt this way about a girl before.

She reaches up and cups my face with her palm and every worry and thought I just had washes away because I can see it. The same look is reflected in her eyes. She feels the same way I do.