The Ride of a Lifetime

19. Lavender

A/N 

Is a Lime what they call it? Not Lemon, just lime. 

If you don't wish to read, I can assure you that you'll be able to identify when it starts to get sour, or limey. Not lemony, though :)

Happy reading. 

I blinked, the darkness the same with eyes closed and opened. I wriggle underneath Javis' arms, the thin shirt he let me borrow doing nothing to stop the heat scalding my skin. Everywhere our bodies made contact was on fire.

His steady, conscious breathing fans my neck and I thought I must be going insane.

"Why?" My voice slices through the air. I'm weary that I've hit the wrong nerve.

I had messaged Max that I will be home tomorrow, guiltily ignoring his previous messages and the instant ones following. I had almost changed my mind again and went back home. That was before I heard dishes shattered, hollow screams echoing down the hallway from God knows where. Javis had looked almost murderous.

It was honestly against all intuition to stay with him.

But nothing about it was regretted as I focus on his arm circling my waist.

"She was studying a doctorate degree."

"And that's it? They neglected her because she can no longer become a doctor?"

I let my words carry all the incredulity they wanted, fierce anger burning my flesh.

Or was it the proximity from an all too familiar boy?

That wasn't a question I'd like to answer as I recalled Daisy's timid nature around her own parents. It was ridiculous.

Javis seems to try to stop himself from tensing. "They had depended on her, put everything into her education. She was in her last year, graduating in only a few weeks at the time."

I let myself frown.

"The day she was diagnosed." His voice trembles. I feel my way through the darkness to interlock my fingers with his. Firm hold against rough palm, at that moment, felt like the most sublime combination. "I had already known what was coming. Cara and David kept trying to deny it until the doctor literally waved the report papers into their shameful, hideous faces. At first they couldn't seem to comprehend it - no - they refused to understand anything besides the fact that my sister, a normal fucking human being, was simply caught on the bad end of the stick. They forced her to attend the graduation, humiliating her by making her watch everyone receive their certificate. It was disgusting, Luna. I ran off somewhere that day."

When I realised he wasn't going to continue to talk, I hummed. The information sunk into my bones like butter on bread.

I coughed, wriggling my upper body.

"Shit, sorry." At his own mumble, he loosens his grip around my stomach, face still nestled within my knotted hair.

A little while of silence passes.

"What is this?"

He continues to inhale deeply. I cock a brow. "What?"

"It's intoxicating."

"It's just some lavender body wash." He breathes me in like oxygen and I feel a stir in my lower abdomen. "What are you doing?"

"Fuck, Luna, you'll be the death of me one day."

With that he turns me on to my back and before my mind could register what was happening, lips crashed upon mine through the darkness.

I instinctively responded, hands wrapping around his hot neck. The moan into my mouth sent shudders through my entire body. I shamelessly bucked my hip to meet his, earning another noise between a groan and a growl.

"Would you stop that?"

"You initiated it!" I defend exasperatedly, fingers travelling towards the waist of his sweatpants.

"God, I know I did." He peppers kisses down my neck. 

The lowness of his voice reminds me we were in a full house. Breath like fire on my skin, he trails down towards my collarbone.

Goodness, this man does things to me. His silhouette was near enchanting, hovering over my body like a curtain.

A curtain whose bulge made me smirk.

A light was sharply turned on.

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the warm glow. I sucked a breath when I catch our shadows embellishing the wall.

How magnificent our shapes were. How sinful the details in between the lines are.

He locks his dark pupils with mine and I feel the rest of the world slipping away into one, irrelevant sack of nothing but shit.

Life was shit.

But he was in it.

His lids fell hooded as I palmed his growing member, jaw tight in strained composure.

"Did I tell you that my shirt looks better on you than it does on me?"

I fake a contemplative expression, still massaging him achingly slowly. "Hmm, now that you mention it, maybe."

I feel him shift his weight onto one elbow, the other hand disappearing downwards. My breath hitches in anticipation.

"Someone's regretting their earlier mischief. You can't be the only one who does the teasing, tiger."

My mind didn't allow time to relish the sound of the familiar nickname, fingertips grazing over my soaked underwater.

A harsh breath of hot air rushes through my lungs. The sensation building in my lower stomach shot through my bones, making my toes curl.

He maneuvers himself down my trembling body, making sure to plant wet, intimate kisses along my hip and over my stomach.

My breathing was jagged. The animalism in my room just weeks ago was nothing compared the sheer passion of tonight.

"You're incredibly ready for me."

Was I?

He gingerly moves my panties down my legs. The moment his tongue swirled around my lips and the aching pleasure came crashing on every fibre of my being, I had my answer.

"Fuck, yes."

He works me to my climax, bringing me down each time by nibbling on my inner thighs. The amused glint was met with a menacing glare. As menacing as I could muster in a state like this, anyway.

Within minutes I was a mess on his bed, hair stuck upon my forehead that gleamed with sweat.

I groaned, hands roughly diving into his hair and pushing them towards my flesh.

He chuckles and the sounds vibrates against me.

That was it.

Fucking finally finding my release, he crawls towards me, dark, swollen lips drawn into a smile.

The look in his eyes screamed predatory. But I was far from feeling like the prey.

I flipped him over with a sly grin, delight surprise punctuated in his groan.

My entire body throbs with desire. I let my fingers trace teasing lines down his abdomen as I drag his pants off his legs, eyes never breaking their consuming gaze.

And then everything fades into a haze as he completes me the way only he can.

Like the fucking Moon and stars; nothing would've torn us apart in this moment.

I could only hope the walls weren't built thin.