Keeping Us Apart

Fuck The Yankees (6)

As promised, Ahren spends the afternoon with me at the mall, no complaints. Even after I insist on taking him into Victoria's Secret to look at bras. That was my own personal revenge. He looked out of place sitting on a pink satin stool, his tattoos standing out against the soft interior. But I didn't have the heart to make him suffer too long, and so, after finding a couple new bras we left and grabbed lunch.

Leaving the mall, I feel a lot less suspicious of Ahren than I have in the past couple days. I glance at him as we walk, us both swinging bags, and can't help but notice he's got a pretty nice side profile. There's a sudden burst of commotion and I look away to see a crowd quickly advancing, their gazes all locked on Ahren, who looks pretty nervous. I realize that these people probably want his autograph, and while that's fine, they're shouting and moving pretty fast.

Ahren moves sideways to try and duck out of their sight but a girl wearing an Amity shirt and clutching a poster of Ahren points him out and warns the others he's trying to escape. They give chase, and soon Ahren and I are sprinting back to the car. He unlocks the doors with a lightening speed and we throw our bags into the back seat before climbing into the car and locking the doors again. The fans still call out to Ahren and shove their posters against the windows, but Ahren calmly slips his keys into the ignition and starts the car, backing out of the space.

He doesn't say anything until several blocks and a few furtive glances in the rear view mirror later, and even when he does, I'm not entirely sure he's okay.

"Sorry, they get intense like that sometimes. It's always pretty scary," Ahren says as he turns the vehicle into an empty parking lot, pulling into a space and parking, cracking the windows before cutting the engine.

"It's okay, I can imagine you never get used to the overexcited fans."

Ahren chuckles. "Overexcited is putting it lightly. They get downright insane."

I reach into my purse and withdraw a flask, grinning slightly as I hand it over to him.

"That should help," I say with a slight shrug. Ahren just looks at me for a moment before giving a mirroring shrug and unscrewing the lid to the flask, tipping his head back as his throat ripples with the swallows. Passing the flask to me Ahren grins and wipes his mouth with the back of a hand.

After half the flask is gone I'm feeling the alcohol, and by the way Ahren is grinning at me I can tell he does too. I'm not sure exactly how it happens, but Ahren's lips meet mine, his fingers slipping into my purple tresses to pull my mouth closer. His kisses are urgent yet soft, and for some reason, instead of pulling away like I should, I kiss him back.

We keep kissing until we're both breathing harshly, Ahren's mouth insistent against my own, his hands in my hair and his body pressed against mine. Somewhere in my brain a tiny voice says to stop, to end this before it goes any farther, but the much louder voice in my head drowns out the little one. The soft skin of Ahren's palm meets my belly, fingertips tracing the lines of my ribs, his kisses feverish. My skin buzzes with electricity and I find myself leaning into Ahren, grabbing handfuls of his hair, his shirt, anything I can to pull him closer.

One of his hands cups the curve of my breast and I half expect myself to pull away. But I don't. His touch feels good, so good in fact that when he pulls back and suggests we move into the back seat I don't hesitate to crawl into the small space, pulling Ahren with me. We land in a tangle of lips and tongues and limbs, his hands cupping my ass and pulling my hips firmly to his, teeth nipping playfully. It's all such a rush, the fact that we really shouldn't be doing this. Ahren's my brother's best friend and my future boss and-

"Stop thinking so much," mumbles Ahren against my lips as if he can read my thoughts,  and if to further reinforce his words he pushes the fabric of my shirt up and kisses a trail down my neck, his lips feather soft upon my skin, breath warm. I'm about to protest when he pulls my bra down to expose a pierced nipple, the bud stiff from desire and the slightly chilled air, and suckles it between his lips. I gasp, all words of hesitation long gone from my thoughts.

His mouth works at the sensitive flesh, fingers rolling and pinching the other nipple between calloused fingertips, and I wriggle into his touch, gasping and exhaling my satisfaction. Unable to refrain from touching him I release his shirt and move my hands between our bodies, sliding my opened palms underneath his shirt and across the carved lines of his stomach. He exhales sharply and I feel him twitch, the movement spurring me on.

Ahren pulls my shirt up and tosses it onto the floor of the car. My skin tightens against the change in temperature but he takes my hand in his and presses it over the bulge in his jeans, all discomfort sliding away at the distraction under my palm. Good lord. I give a couple testing squeezes, which to my delight cause Ahren to breathe sharply, and stroke my palm over the fabric. At the moment my thoughts are consumed by what Ahren would feel like inside of me, and as if on autopilot, my fingers move to undo his belt buckle then the button on his jeans, pushing them down to reveal the black fabric of his boxers.

He looks at me through heavy eyes but doesn't say anything, although I know what he's asking. I nod. Yes. I want to. He's so hard underneath my touch that I can think of nothing else. My hands grip onto the waistband of his boxers and I eagerly push them down, jaw dropping as Ahren's stiff length springs free of their confinement.

"Is there anywhere you're not perfect?" I giggle softly and drag my pointer finger over the slick tip, earning a shudder from Ahren, who also chuckles and shrugs.

"I could say the same about you." I'm about to blush when I feel his mouth warm and soft against my bare hips as he undoes my shorts, his skin smooth as he rubs my thighs. My flesh is buzzing with desire, goosebumps littering my skin, but I barely have the time to register all my feelings because Ahren picks that moment to press his mouth between my legs, fingers tugging my panties aside as tongue slips up through my folds. I jerk up and give a cry of pleasure, the sudden movement I made pushing Ahren away. But he looks up at me with a smirk and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, burying his face back into me.

I lost my virginity when I was eighteen, but nothing I'd ever experienced before came close to this. Ahren's tongue moves expertly, pushing me closer and closer to that pivotal point, every muscle in my body primed for release, writhing as best as I can under his steel grip. But just as I near the precipice, my back arching off of the leather seat under me, Ahren pulls away, his lips shiny, and roughly grabs me, flipping me over onto my belly and pushing one leg down to kneel against the floorboard. His hands are rough, pulling me into a kneeling position.

I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and bite my lip, knowing there's no going back now, but in that moment stopping is the furthest thing from my mind. The air around us is thick with desire, Ahren's skin soothingly warm against my own as he settles behind me. I take a deep breath but I'm not prepared for when he pushes into me, his length stretching me in the most delicious way possible. I moan out, bracing myself against the seat, and push back into him.

His thrusts are measured at first, but the more I flex around him the sloppier they become, his hands rough in my hair, pulling my head back so he can look into my eyes. Our moans mingle together in the static air and I feel my orgasm approaching again. Ahren starts to move almost at a frantic pace, his breathing labored, his fingers yanking. His hips smack against mine, the car shaking underneath us, and I know neither one of us are going to last much longer.

We come together in a moment that's so intense I don't think I could ever describe it if I had to, stars exploding behind my eyes. I go limp and rest my cheek against the cool leather under me. Ahren's weight leans against me and I can feel him still throbbing inside of me. We rest there for only a few minutes to catch our breath before he pulls out and we get dressed quickly, beginning the journey back home.

Joel's sitting on the couch watching a movie when we return.

"Hey! Did you guys have fun?" He asks the shopping bags both Ahren and I carry. Ahren glances sheepishly at me.

"Yeah, tons of sales," I say with a smile. "But I think I'm gonna take a nap before dinner, I'm tired from all that walking." Before anyone can stop me I practically sprint to my bedroom and shut the door behind me, dumping the bags on the floor beside my bed before collapsing onto the mattress, trying not to think about how I just screwed my brother's best friend.