Chapter Twenty Three (R18)

Aspen

The guys have been glued to my side all morning long, but I’ve used the time to my advantage and started plotting what my first act of revenge against them is going to be because if they think that all it’s going to take is an apology and standing up for me after *their* fuck up, they have another thing coming.
I was in the bathroom when the perfect idea came to me and as soon as they left me to go to their fourth-period class, I ran to the first janitors closet that I could find and grabbed a pair of gloves and a trash bag and hauled ass to every girl's bathroom that I could find on this floor.
I know that I’m being petty and mom always said that you can’t fight fire with fire, but fuck that.
Giggling to myself and glancing down the hallway to make sure that no one is coming to bust me, I stop at the locker that we had stopped at earlier when the guys had to get their books for our next class and begin putting in the combination -that I just may have snuck a look at as he was putting it in-and quickly empty the contents of the bag into his locker, slam the door shut, and haul balls down the hallway and to class, knowing that I’m late but not caring in the least because revenge is *so* worth it.
As soon as class is over, I catch them in the hallway and walk with them to their lockers, doing my best to hide my eagerness at seeing Boston’s reaction to the surprise that I left him, knowing that he won’t be expecting me to have done anything to get back at him for the shit that they all pulled yesterday.
He opens his locker and I’m biting back fits of laughter, when I hear, “What the fuck?” But, it’s not Boston that’s screeching and acting like he’s about to throw up, it’s Lincoln and it actually couldn’t have been more perfect if I had actually planned it out because *now* they definitely won’t expect it to have been me that did this.
“Oh, my God!” I shout but then begin giggling as other students join in, taking in the mess of used pads and tampons that are pouring out of Lincoln’s locker. “That is disgusting!”
“Lincoln, I didn’t know you were on your period, man,” a guy behind me shouts, then cracks up laughing.
“You shut your fucking mouth!” Jackson snarls, looking around at the gathering ground to see who it was that spoke, “get the fuck out of here! All of y’all!”
“Fuck, Lincoln, I didn’t know you were into parting The Red Sea. Especially *that* into it. Fuck, that’s disgusting!” Another guy says, then begins gagging as he rushes down the hallway, away from the bloody mess.
“Don’t worry Lincoln, you can part The Red Sea with me. I think it’s sexy as hell when a man isn’t afraid of a little blood,” the blonde from English class says, pouting her lips and pushing her chest out to make herself appear sexy.
“Fuck off, Claire!” Lincoln shouts, his face becoming green as he stares at the mess between the floor and his locker.
“Alright, break it up. Get going to the lunchroom everyone,” the principal orders, as he makes his way down the hall, stopping beside our little group, taking in the gruesome scene before him, his face turning slightly green also. He gags and puts his hand to his mouth, swallowing several times before looking away from the mess and at Lincoln, “What…the,” he stops, gags once more, and then continues speaking, “Would you care to explain what is going on here, Mr. Jones?”
After Lincoln explains that his locker was like that when he opened it after class, the principal has the poor janitor come and clean up the mess. I almost volunteered the five of us to do it, seeing as how *I* made the mess in the first place, but then decided against it, almost positive that we would end up cleaning up more than used pads and tampons if we did. After leaving word with the Janitor, he let us continue on to lunch, although, I was the only one out of the five of us who apparently still had an appetite.
*Oops.*
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly, with several different guys making rude comments about Lincoln’s *preferences* or having a period and one of the boys always having to be held back by the other three to keep from going whomever it was and teaching them how to keep their mouths shut.
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I’m lying in bed, and even though I know that I shouldn’t be, I can’t stop thinking about how good Boston felt thrusting into my hand this morning. Remembering how turned on he was, how turned on *I* was. I’ve ached for release all damn day.
Trailing my hand down my torso, I continue until my hand slips between my thighs, using my fingers to feel how wet I already am. I need a release more than I need my next breath.
Reaching over, I pull open the drawer of my nightstand and feel around until I find my vibrator. Pulling off my panties and tossing them on the floor, I turn on the device in my hand and lower it between my spread thighs. Its thick head spreads my swollen lips apart, my hips bucking as I push it inside of me, “fuck…” I moan, the word falling from my lips much louder than I meant for it to.
As I work the vibrator in and out of my pussy, I use my other hand and begin playing with my clit. Closing my eyes, I replay the memory of Boston and me from Friday night, imagining that it’s him inside of me instead of a plastic vibrator. A wave of pleasure shoots through me, “Oh, fuck, Boston…” I moan, my hips thrusting as I continue working myself over.
“Fuck, baby,” Boston says, the sound of his unexpected voice causing my eyes to fly open, halting the memory of us together. Glancing past him, the bathroom door to my room is open, the bathroom light is on and the shower is running. Boston’s clothes are in a pile on the floor and he’s standing at the foot of my bed, completely bare, his cock hard as he strokes himself, his eyes taking me in.
Placing one knee onto the bed and then the other, he crawls over me until we’re face to face. Dipping his head, I think he’s going to kiss me but instead, he lowers his mouth to my ear, “Please, let me touch you,” he rasps, his cock jerking against my lower stomach. Using his tongue, he begins playing with my earlobe, “let me taste you.” After he says this, he lowers his mouth to my neck, nipping and kissing at the sensitive flesh until he reaches the swell of my breasts.
“Boston…” I cry out when his lips wrap around my nipple. One of his hands reaches between us, grasps hold of my vibrator, and begins working it in and out of my pussy.
“Shhh! We you have to be quiet or someone could hear us," he chastizes. "Does that feel good, baby?” he rasps as he moves his mouth to my other nipple. After giving both of my peaked nipples attention, he begins slowly trailing kisses down my flat stomach until his face is between my thighs. “Can I taste you?” He asks as he pulls the vibrator out of me, then pushes it back in again.
“Oh, God,” I moan, “yes.” As soon as the words leave my lips, he’s licking my clit, and “Oh, fuck!”, I growl, writhing in pleasure.
With his mouth never leaving my clit, he pulls my vibrator out of my pussy, replacing it with his fingers, “You’re so damn wet, baby,” he mutters, then goes back to attacking my clit. I’m so close, I can feel it *right there.*
“I’m so close…” I whisper as I thrust my pussy against his face.
“Come, baby,” he demands, “Come all over my face and fingers.” Thrusting his thick fingers inside of me again, he curls them and hits the spot that sends me flying.
“Boston!” I scream between clenched teeth, trying to be as quiet as I possibly can. Buring fingers into the thick strands on his hair and tugging as he continues eating my pussy like it’s his favorite dessert. “Oh, fuck!” I moan again as I fall a second time, then demand in a whisper, “I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Are you sure, baby? I thought you didn’t...” he asks, crawling back up my body. I can see and feel how badly he wants me and it brings about a whole new level of respect for him that he wants me to be sure of what I’m saying.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him closer until my lips are on his, “Yes. I’m sure. I need you, Boston.”
He doesn’t immediately give me what I want. Instead, he buries a hand in my hair as he brings his lips back to mine, devouring me. And this kiss, it’s freaking *everything*.
Boston takes his time, tasting and teasing every single inch of my body before he lines himself up with my opening and slowly pushes inside.
“Fuck!” he growls when he’s fully seated inside of me, “You are fucking perfect, baby.”
“Yes,” I cry as he pulls out and slowly thrusts back in, “God, fuck!” Knowing that I can't be quiet enough, I grab one of my throw pillows and shove the corner of it into my mouth to muffle any sounds that will most definitely be coming from me.
This time isn’t like the first time we were together. This time he makes slow, deliberate thrusts, savoring each and every moment, sound, and touch. He runs his hands all over my body, memorizing every inch of my skin, then follows the trail his fingers had made with his lips and tongue.
This isn’t fucking like before.
This is something else entirely.
*Something, almost as if he's...*
*There’s no way.*
“Fuck, baby,” Boston growls, his voice deep and low as he buries his face in my hair, his teeth nipping at my neck before pulling the sensitive flesh between his lips and sucking on it gently. “You are so goddamn perfect.”
“Boston…” I moan, speaking around the corner of the pillow, getting closer to the precipice of orgasm.
“I love your pussy, baby,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth further down the column of my throat, “and the way it squeezes my dick, milking me.”
“I love these tits,” as he says this, he cups my right breast with his left hand, kneading and squeezing it as his thumb and forefinger tweak my nipple, “they’re so fucking perfect.”
“I love the way your body responds to me,” he says, swirling his hips and pulling a groan from deep within my throat, “as though you were made just for me.”
Boston kisses his way back up the column of my throat, across my jaw, and stops as he plants a kiss on the side of my mouth, then pulls back to look me in the eyes.
He’s looking at me as if I mean everything to him and I can’t understand it. *We’ve not even known one another for a whole week. He can’t—*
“I love—”
“You’re cock,” I interrupt, not ready to hear him say those three little words.
*Not yet. There’s no fucking way.*
“Fuck, I love your cock,” I urge quietly, and as if to prove my point, I lift my hips, grinding against his pelvis as he rocks into me, swirling his hips, “I’m so fucking close, Boston.”
“You love my cock?” he growls, picking up his pace, no longer taking it easy on me as he begins pounding into my pussy, much like he did Friday night.
“Fuck, yes,” I cry, then mutter “Shit," when I realize that I said that too loudly. Then much more quietly, I beg, "Just like that, Baby. Make me cum.”
“Cum for me, Aspen,” he demands, slamming his cock into me so hard and fast that I’m beginning to see stars as I rocket towards my orgasm, “I’m almost there. Cum with me, Baby,” he groans, his movements becoming jerky, “Cum all over my cock. I want to feel you milking my cock as I cum inside of your tight little pussy.”
“Yes, Boston,” I moan as he slams into me one last time. I feel his cock swell inside of me and then jerk as he orgasms, sending me spiraling into my own, my body doing exactly as he asked as my pussy clamps down around his thick cock, milking him as he releases inside of my pussy.
“Fuck,” he mutters, lowering his forehead to mine, a smile playing on his face as he stares into my eyes, both of us panting to catch our breath.
He pulls out of me and moves to the side of the bed. When he moves to stand up, I do something that I know that I shouldn't, but before I can second guess my actions, I’m grasping ahold of his muscled forearm, and pleading with him, “please stay.”
Turning back to face me, his smile even brighter than before, he leans over and places his full lips against my own, kissing me as if he is laying his claim to me.
“I’m just going to turn off the shower. I’ll be right back.”
Ignoring the guilt churning in my stomach and knowing that I’m likely going to regret the decision in the morning, I smile against his lips and then pull back to watch him walk towards our bathroom, unable to take my eyes off of his fine ass as it flexes with each step he takes.
When he crawls back into my bed with me, he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his chest, being the big spoon to my little spoon.
Placing a chaste kiss just below my ear, he squeezes his arms around me, pulling me tighter into his chest, and whispers, “Goodnight, beautiful.”
“Goodnight, Boston,” I murmur back, feeling my heart pick up its pace as realization dawns on me.
*I am in so much damn trouble because there is no doubt in my mind that I’m beginning to fall for him.*
*I’m supposed to hate him and instead I’m falling for my stepbrother.*