She didn't look back at me when she answered, “Yes, always did, but I knew he didn't respond.” Glancing back at me, she added, “When I saw the look he gave you, the look I always secretly hoped he would give me, I knew you were it for him. What is it about you that pulls at him so?”
“I don't know, but I feel it for him too.”
Without another word, she turned and left the locker room.
***
After gym I went to art class in search of Ms. Whitney and found her at her desk.
“I want the scholarship,” I said in way of greeting.
“Excellent. I'll notify the committee this afternoon.”
“Thanks.”
“Lark, I'm sorry about what happened. I knew there was discord at home, but I didn't realize how bad it was.”
“How does everyone know about it?” I asked a bit miffed.
“Your uncle came into the school earlier. He wanted the administration to know what happened and to inform them that he stands behind your living arrangements one hundred percent.”
My annoyance instantly faded. Go, Uncle Eddie.
“I should have seen it and done something. I'm sorry I failed you.”
“You didn't fail me—you gave me art.”
“I'm glad you're taking advantage of this opportunity in Maine, you won't be sorry.” She said.
“No, I won't.”
***
After school I headed to my locker only to find Bastian waiting. We were heading home to our empty apartment and the idea of that had my body instantly warming. “We can just go home, there's no pressure,” Bastian said.
And with those thoughtful words, the nervousness fled. I lifted my head to his and knew my answer was stamped clearly on my face. He looked positively edible.
As soon as we got back to the apartment, I dropped my stuff on the sofa and turned to see that Bastian hadn't moved further than the door. As I studied his face, I realized something.
“Why are you nervous?”
He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and looked almost sheepish when he said, “I've never wanted anything more.”
He couldn't have said anything more perfect and with those simple words my shyness dissolved. I walked across the room and wrapped my arms around him before my mouth found his. He framed my face as he tilted my head and kissed me so deeply it caused my stomach to feel all jittery. His hands moved, to roam down my neck over my back until he was cupping my ass and pressing me hard against him. A slow tension started to build deep inside me and with it I felt achy, almost needy.
My hands moved over him, branding him, claiming him as they followed the corded muscles of his back. Bastian pulled his mouth from mine to find the delicate skin under my jaw, causing the ache in my stomach to spike. I reached for his tee and pulled it up over his head. Stepping back, I just devoured the sight of him until the need to taste him had me doing so, my lips brushing over his chest. When my shirt followed his, I might have whimpered, because the sensations coursing through me were so new and wildly exciting. He touched my bare stomach and I moaned in response.
Bastian looked like I felt, wild and barely in control, when he lifted me into his arms and carried me down the hall to the bedroom. I went boneless when he placed me down in the center of the bed. He stood there looking like some pagan god. He asked in a rough voice, “Are you sure?”
All I could think about was I was going to have sex for the first time and I was going to be doing so with this Adonis-like creature. I had given a great deal of thought to my first time, well, more so recently, in all honesty. So I expected the nerves, the excitement, even the fear, but what I was completely unprepared for was the boldness that came over me. I wanted this boy, wanted him in a way which was both foreign to me and so very strong.
Moving to the edge of the bed, I kneeled in front of him. He held himself completely still while I took the moment to really appreciate his ridiculously beautiful body. His arms were flexed making his tattoos seem almost animated and his dragon was positioned in such a way that my eyes were drawn to the individual muscles of his abs. I had always thought abs like his were airbrushed in magazines for effect, but, oh no, I was so wrong.
He had to be feeling the range of emotions I was, but instead of pouncing, he waited patiently, allowing me to grow more comfortable. Heat burned in his eyes and he fisted his hands to keep from reaching for me.
He watched and waited as I pressed my mouth to his chest. My lips lingered over his heart, which was beating hard and fast, before I trailed kisses down his chest toward the waistband of his jeans. He inhaled sharply when my tongue darted out and dipped into his navel.
He lifted me up to him as his hands pulled through my hair, fisting it just at my nape to hold my head steady, before he plunged right in: sealing his mouth over mine. Even though my eyes were closed, they still rolled into the back of my head. We tumbled backward onto the bed, which drew a laugh from me and to think I could laugh at a moment when every nerve in my body was heating to a combustible level was amazing.
Bastian's body was being cradled by mine; his arms were holding him up so he could look down at me. It was only love and anticipation I felt then. He clearly read my thoughts when I saw the smile that cracked over his face seconds before his mouth covered mine.
His lips glided over my collarbone and down to the swells of my breasts. I didn't realize his fingers were on my bra clasp until he flicked it open. Heat and lust burned in his gaze before his head lowered and he touched his tongue to me. I felt that all the way down to my toes. And when he sucked me into his mouth, I lifted up and offered him more as I grabbed his head and held him there. He moved his mouth lower, pressing kisses down my belly, until he reached my jeans. His head lifted and his eyes were so dark just as his fingers worked at the button. Moments later he was pulling the zipper down. His fingers curling at my waist, as he peeled my jeans and panties down my legs, had me feeling almost desperate to feel him inside me. I was completely naked, spread out on the bed like some sacrifice, and Bastian looked his fill.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
His gaze lifted to mine as he unsnapped his jeans and yanked them off. I followed the denim down his legs and when he straightened, my heart jumped into my throat. He was exquisite, his body so flawlessly beautiful. I kneeled in front of him again. I hesitated, looking at the part of him that most interested me, but my need for him was stronger than my nervousness as I wrapped my hand around him. His hips jerked as he closed his eyes on a moan. His hand wrapped around mine and he moved it up the length of him showing me what he liked. It was a heady experience knowing that my touch drove him crazy. He didn't let me play for long before he pulled me onto the bed and covered my body with his own. His legs spread mine even wider just before his hand moved down between our bodies. He touched me, right where I ached, a slow brush over that nub before he moved lower. My breath hitched in my throat when he pushed one finger inside me.
“You're so tight.” He whispered but his eyes never left mine. He circled me, stretching, before he pulled out leaving me feeling empty. My hips moved, eager for him to do that again and he did, but this time with his tongue.
“Oh, my God, Bastian.”
I had never felt anything so incredible. There was a part of me shy that he kissed me there, but there was an even bigger part of me that loved he was kissing me there. His tongue moved over me, tasting and exploring and I couldn't help moving against his mouth. The ache that started in my stomach now took over my entire body. I felt as if I was about to burst, the sensation intensifying when Bastian slipped two fingers into me and sucked on the sensitive place between my legs. My body splintered apart and I cried out from the magnitude of the orgasm. He lingered a moment, his tongue lapping up the moisture between my thighs before he kissed his way up my body: taking his time when he reached my breasts. His hand moved down between my legs and when his fingers pushed into me, I lifted my hips to take him deeper. He moved with deliberateness, sliding his fingers in and out, all the while feasting on my breasts until I felt the ache again.