As one of her hands cupped my heavy, sensitive balls, I felt the tingling at the base of my spine.
Immediately, I dove my hand into her hair, tossing it to one side so I could see her face when I opened my eyes. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I thought she’d retreat, but as she continued on, her hand at the root of my cock started increasing its pressure and strokes.
“Yes,” I groaned as I pumped into her mouth, and within seconds, streams of my cum shot down her throat, and Aspen swallowed it up with a smile in her eyes.
When she pulled back, my cock popping free from her mouth, she wiped at her lips and a smudge of my cum from her chin with the back of her hand.
“That was…,” I started, but I couldn’t find the words to explain what her form of branding meant to me. I’d never be able to be with another woman without thinking of Aspen ever again. Not that I could before. I’d always had her with me in some form since I met her.
“Good?” she added as she moved up from her knees to stand in front of me.
“Amazing,” I told her. There was no hesitation on my part to kiss her, and it lingered as we stood in the third-floor room. The sun was bright and shining through the window, and I felt like I was on cloud nine.
Slowly, Aspen pulled back, a blissful smile on her lips as she glanced up at me. “Now, I really need to head back to the farm. We’re just about done, and then we start cleanup. Carrie is most excited.”
Her mention of the cow got a chuckle out of me. I hadn’t been back to see the heifer, but Aspen told me she’d been on her best behavior recently. The stitches on Aspen’s arm dissolved, and now there was a faint line in its place that would eventually fade. I hated that the cow caused her harm, but the injury brought us closer than we would have been otherwise.
“I’m sure the therapist will want me to test my shoulder tomorrow, but can I see you Saturday?”
“I thought you have the camp. Remember, all those fans are coming to get your autograph and number?” She giggled wickedly.
My body shivered at the thought of all those girls showing up.
“Yes, I remember. Can you come in the afternoon, and we can do something after?” I pleaded with puppy-dog eyes that my mom used to say would get me anything I wanted. It may have only worked as a kid, but I was willing to try now too. I could sense Aspen was slowly coming around. I threw out a persuasive “pleeease,” then smiled triumphantly when she agreed.
I followed her down the narrow steps that returned us to the main floor and then out the back of the house, where her UTV waited. With a chaste kiss, she was on her way, her hair flapping in the breeze. Her faithful hat was still on the back deck table where we left it. Now I had an excuse to drop it by her house tonight. Just thinking about the taste of her pussy had me adjusting my bulge as I made my way back inside.
Tonight could not come soon enough.
Chapter Sixteen – Aspen
For the first Friday night in years, I was going to spend the entire evening with Jenna. She demanded some girl time and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I desperately needed some advice, so I wasn’t overly upset to spend my free night away from my own couch.
On my way to pick up snacks for our girls’ night, I ran into Tryston. He was busy comparing two different ice-cream brands and just happened to be standing right in front of the black cherry that was my favorite.
I waited patiently for a minute, but then the basket on my arm filled with cookies, candies, and wine started to grow heavy. Switching the shopping basket to my other hand, I took a step closer to Tryston.
“Excuse me,” I said nervously, hoping he couldn’t hear the tremor in my voice.
“Oh, sorry,” he apologized and took a step back.
Quickly, I grabbed the carton of creamy goodness I needed and closed the freezer door.
“Thanks.” Taking a deep breath, I thought back to the lessons I’d had with Owen and garnered a bit of the confidence he’d been trying to teach me. We might’ve decided what we had between us was real, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use the new skills just to be friendly.
“Do you need any help?” I asked Tryston, who was still analyzing the nutritional information on the cartons.
He chuckled and admitted that he did. “I’m just trying to see if either of these contain Red Dye 40. I’m allergic.” He held out both containers, and I noticed they were plain vanilla. Which was a little boring, though no less delicious.
Leaning forward, I glanced over the ingredients, not finding the offensive additive. While subtly leaning closer, I tried to hide the fact that I was sniffing him, just because I’d always wondered what he smelled like. His cologne was light, almost like the ocean. Nothing nearly as intoxicating as what Owen wore. I wanted to bathe in that scent.
“I think you’re safe with either. Though, I particularly like the one made with vanilla bean.”
Tryston met my smile and moved toward the freezer. It was when he turned back around that I saw he placed my recommendation back. He didn’t seem to notice my disappointment.
“Alice, right?”
“Actually, it’s Aspen. I get that a lot though,” I lied as I continued to try to hold a conversation with someone I hadn’t known my whole life. My frustration was growing by the second at Tryston’s disinterest in anything I said.
This was why I kept to myself. Small talk was hard.
“Fun things planned tonight?” he asked, gesturing toward my basket.
“Yeah. Girls’ night with my friend Jenna.”
“Well, have fun,” he said as he smiled and strolled away toward the registers, leaving me standing in the freezer section with mixed feelings.
Back in my car, still confused over the interaction with the guy I had crushed on for a year, I tilted my head back against the headrest. I always imagined my first real interaction with Tryston would leave me breathless, flustered. I’d been building it up like a mountain of attraction that ended up being more like an ant hill. While collecting my thoughts, I received a text from Owen asking if I wanted some company that night. He’d been at the high school gym all day, working with Kelsey. I was sure he was sore and exhausted, but I found myself tempted to cancel with Jenna.
But I needed her opinion.
Declining his invitation, I thought back to Owen’s arrival in Ashfield. He’d been here for almost a month now, and I felt like I’d been exposed to all new sides of him. A caring side. A dominant side. An affectionate side. He may have had them all when he grew up here, but I’d never witnessed them. I needed to talk all this through with my best friend, since he and I were truly giving this a go instead of it being all pretend.
Starting up my car, she shuddered a couple of times before the ignition caught, and I headed toward Jenna’s.
My friend didn’t live far from Rory’s house, where Owen was staying. By the time I arrived, I had another message from him saying he was going to hang with his high-school friend, Chris.
