Now & Then (A Newland High School story)

2:00 am

Straddling Aric's lap is my favorite place to be.

The way we fit together is like we were made for each other. I noticed it when we had our first kiss, and I notice it now, at our thousand-ish kiss.

We hadn't meant to start making out, but the quiet and the seclusion of the baseball dugout got to us. And I have to admit there is something exciting about being in a public place—even if it is the middle of the night and the chance of someone seeing us is basically none.

Aric moves his lips to my neck, nipping and licking and sucking—only a little, neither of us wants the aftermath of my parents seeing a hickey on me. Once I get to college though—

I cut off the thought. I don't want to think about that right now. Instead...

My hand slides between us, lowering until it reaches his belt buckle. I'm reminded of the fact that he's wearing khakis—something I've never seen him in—but again, I want a one-track mind right now.

Moaning as he hits the spot on my collar bone that always makes me weak, I undo his belt and pants. I reach in, gripping him through his boxers. He sucks in a breath as I begin moving against him, running my palm up and down his length, and I feel him shudder as I spin at the tip the way I know he likes.

"Fuck Lilly..." he mutters against my skin.

"Do you like that baby?"

He nods. "You know I do."

I remove my hand and hear a slight whimper. "How about this?"

"What...?" He asks, a confused expression on his face as I slide off his lap and onto my knees. My fingers hook around the top of his pants, attempting to pull them down. He lets me, although he's looking to our left and right. "Really? Here?"

I can now see the object of my affection and wrap my fingers around it, stroking up and down. I look up at him through my eyelashes. "Unless you don't want me to."

"What if someone sees?" He asks as I stroke my thumb along the bottom of his head, releasing a small amount of pre-cum. His thigh shudders under my palm.

"Are you telling me no?" I pucker my lips and give him a peck, right on the tip.

A shaky chuckle reaches my ears. "When have I ever?"

I lap up the pre-cum, swallowing it, before taking him into my mouth, past my lips, until he hits the back of my throat. By the time I repeat my action a few times, he's squirming, breathing out my name with every suck I give him.

"Fuck, you're so good." He says, bringing his hands to the back of my head.

Of course he would say that, he's the one who taught me how to do this.

No one was more surprised than me when Aric and I tried this for the first time. I never thought I would enjoy it, but I do. Seeing him at my mercy and feeling what I'm doing to him is hotter than anything he could do to me. Well...almost anything.

His fingers weave through my hair, which I love. What I don't love is when he pulls me down and thrusts his hips up—like he's doing now. I gag and pull away, resting on my heals.

"Sorry sorry sorry," he says quickly. "I won't do it again. Please don't stop."

I shake my head and try to hide my grin. He is so cute when he's desperate. I take him back into my mouth, moving my tongue just the way he likes, stroking my hand along his base, listening to the quiet hums of approval escaping out of him.

"Lil...Lilly. I'm...coming." He barely manages to say the words, and I move my lips to the head, swallowing as he releases.

When he's finished, I hear a shaky chuckle. "Will you ever stop surprising me?"

I climb back onto his lap. "I hope not."