I hadn’t seen him for two weeks straight thanks to the holidays, but seeing him last night changed things. Changed my perspective and will so again when school starts tomorrow. Stiles rubs my back as I lay on his bed on my belly, flicking through the channels trying to decide what to watch. He’s so attentive. It confuses me in every way. We haven’t had sex. He hasn’t pushed it or even tried to remove my clothes. I’m afraid to be the first one to make a move because I want to stay the person he sees when he looks at me. Like I’m more than my mother’s daughter. He gives me hope. He sees me for more than I truly am. Turning over, he goes to remove his hand from my back. Reaching for it, I bring it back down between my breasts. He’s leaning over watching me, just not on me. He’s on his side pressed against my side.

“I really like you, Stiles.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss my lips. Nothing’s been mentioned about our dinner the night before. He’s never brought up Ryken again since that one time he asked me if I liked him. Lying to him isn’t something I want to do. He’s too good for that and deserves way more.

His lips trace my lips, leaving soft kisses in his wake as his hand stays still on my chest. I beg him silently to move it, to move on me. Needing him. It’s what I want. To feel. We’re more than just feather touching and heated kisses. He’s too gentle with me, too damn sweet. Some part of me wants the bad to come out and play. Much like Ryken was, with his controlling ways in the bedroom, because that was a huge turn on for me. It was like he knew what I wanted without me even saying anything. Stiles takes his time, his movements are thought out and calculated. It even feels like everything is timed to perfection, but for me, it doesn’t do anything but make me frustrated. He doesn’t want to rush. A part of me respects what he’s trying to do, but another part of me hates it.

“I like you, too, Saskia.” He lifts his head to look at me.

“Do you want me, Stiles?”

His eyes widen like he can’t believe I’ve even said that. Without saying anything, he leans down and kisses me once again, but this time with more force. Stiles removes his hand from my chest, picking up my other hand he places it over his already hard cock. He lifts up just enough to speak to me. “Of course I do.”

Pushing him down, so he’s on his back, I climb on top of him. He smiles brightly with his teeth shining as he looks up at me.

“Good, because I think we should progress our relationship. Don’t you?”

Stiles doesn’t answer straight away, and at first, that makes me nervous until I can feel how hard he is underneath me. He wants me just as much as I want him.

“Are you sure?”

I nod my head. “You won’t hurt me.” At least that’s what I hope. I had read and was told by Livia before she stopped speaking to me as often, that sex only gets better after the first time. I want it again so I can see whether this is truthful or not. A simple rub from him makes me anxious for more.

“But you’re a...”

I shake my head and lean down so I can kiss his nose. He closes his eyes then reopens them.

“I’m not. But I don’t know what to do. So show me what to do, Stiles.”

He nods like it’s some sort of relief, and lifts me up so my legs leave the bed then he gently lays me on my back so now he’s over me. He switches our positions, and I like it. Pulling at my shirt, I yank it from my head leaving me naked underneath. His eyes leave my face to go to my breasts. Reaching for his hands, I place one on each breast, then let go. Now it’s his turn. Stiles needs to take control. And that’s exactly what he does. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me, his touch is gentle but demanding. He can’t hurt me more than I can hurt myself of that I’m sure. Because I’ve locked everything away and the only person who can break through isn’t touching me right now. No, that person is with someone else. And even if I wanted someone to break through my walls, I wouldn’t choose him to do it.

He moves just a fraction so he’s now between my legs and I can feel him there, so I push myself forward just a bit so I can rub up against him. Wanting him is all I can think about at this moment and the things he can do to my body. It’s a rush I’ve had only once, only experiencing one orgasm, but at the time it was with nervousness. This time I’m not nervous, I’m relaxed, and taking everything he has to offer as his mouth comes down and lands on my breast. He massages one, while his mouth and tongue mouth-fuck my other. Arching is all I can do, plus grinding myself on him. So many sensations hit me at once, all of them coming from touching him, and every part is as intense as the next.

“Stiles...” His name leaves my lips as he sucks on my other breast. I start shaking, my body’s in the right place and enjoying every fucking second of it.

Orgasm.

That’s it.

Ahhh....

He sits up when my hands cling to the bed sheets and pulls his shirt off fast. His body is toned, tanned, and delicious. As I ride the wave of ecstasy, all I can do is stare as he gets undressed. Then I lift as he pulls my shorts from my body and rolls a condom on himself. Stiles leans down and I can feel him at my entrance. My hands touch his back, pulling him to me as he slowly slides in. Filling me completely, he stops while we both catch our breath.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” His words make me want him even more, so I push up on him, so he has to move so he can start moving inside of me. He does it, all the while looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in his world. That’s the thing with Stiles, he makes me feel good. Better than anyone has ever made me feel.

He tells me I can do something and I do it because he told me so. No one has ever believed in me as much as he does. It’s remarkable what someone caring for you does for your self-esteem. Just like the job I have now. It’s not anything special, but I enjoy it. I like learning about beauty treatments, and everything about it is interesting.

Tilting my head back, I rock with him as his lips kiss my neck, as he fucks me. It’s nothing but pleasure he’s providing, and I can see us doing this a lot more.

He comes, and I feel it as he does deep inside me. He reaches between us and touches my clit, rubbing it a few times as he finishes fucking me and I come right along with him.

Sex.

I like it a lot.

He’s lying on me now, our breathing matching as we come down from our high.

“I want to do that again.” I laugh, stroking his hair.

He laughs as well then looks up at me. “That will happen every fucking day now. Don’t think I can ever say no to that.”

My lips twitch upward at his words. “Good.”

He pulls me to him, and that’s how we fall asleep.

Naked and sated.

***

WE WALK IN TOGETHER, I’m basically living at his place without the official invite. Every time I went home, he’d ring to come and pick me up later. His friends would speak to him, but he wouldn’t let me go. Even when I went to my locker, he came with me. I like the way he wants me, especially now. His hands can’t get enough. This morning before we left, we almost had sex. I wanted it, but we slept in and we were pushing our luck with time.

“Later...”

I nod my head as he kisses my lips. A teacher walks past and tells us to separate. He laughs as his lips leave mine. I watch as he walks away then disappears into the classroom, I do the same only to be stopped when I notice Livia watching me. My mouth attempts to open, but I shut it not knowing what to say to her, or how our relationship has become as strained as it is right now. She doesn’t know what happened with Ryken and me because if she did she would have said something by now. She hasn’t.

English and Math are before lunch then I have a free period. Stiles is waiting for me at my locker as I get my purse. My hands move to his chest, my body flush with his.

Leaning up on my tiptoes I whisper in his ear, “Right now?” Then leaning back down, I pull him by his hand into the same stock room I was once in with Ryken.

“Right now,” I say, kicking the door shut with my foot and pressing my body up against his. Stiles doesn’t waste any time and does exactly what I want without me saying another word. His trousers are unzipped, and he’s lifting my leg up. Stiles turns me, so my back isn’t against the door, but now pushed against the stack of books behind me and I use it to place my hands to keep me steady as he slides into me.

He kisses down my neck, the suspense of being caught and the feeling of him being in me is almost overpowering.

The door creaks open ever so slightly.

You wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking.

Stiles doesn’t notice.

But I do, and I definitely see who’s opened it. Ryken’s peeking in and staring directly at me. His dark eyes hold mine. He doesn’t move them to the person that’s currently between my legs and inside me. Just looking at Ryken staring at me almost has me coming, and it has nothing to do with the fact that Stiles is the one fucking me.

Ryken watches me with intent for what feels like minutes, which is probably only seconds, until I come. Gripping my nails into Stiles’ shoulders, my eyes close, and when I reopen them he’s no longer there.

The door is shut.

Was Ryken really there?

I’m sure I didn’t dream that was him.

No. I know he was there.

Definitely.

“How am I meant to get through the rest of the day with your smell all over me? I’ll be fucking horny all day.”

We straighten our clothes as I press a kiss to the side of his lips.

“We have second period.” I giggle.

He taps my ass. “You naughty little thing.”

Pulling the door open, we check no one is there before we walk out. Pulling me in for one last kiss just as the bell rings, I laugh at him.

“I have to go home tonight.”

He shakes his head against my lips. “No, you do not.”

His parents have been so good to me. They don’t care that I’m always there. At first, it felt weird. Now, it’s become my normal. My new kind of normal. Pushing against him, I turn my head to look around before I look back to him.

Ryken is there again, and he’s watching me.

“I do. I have to do some washing. Get school clothes.” He relents as I turn back to look at him. “You’ll see me tomorrow, though. Then the next day. Then the day after that.”

He pulls me to him. “And every fucking day after that.”

“Amen to that.”

The bell rings again, finalizing last bell as he pulls away from me. It’s my free period, so I plan to go home early.

“Call me later?”

I nod my head then watch as he walks away.

“You seem to be really taken with him. Yet, you looked at me like you wish it were me.” Turning around, Ryken’s standing right behind me. He looks sinful. Delicious. Forbidden.

Shaking my head, I ignore him and walk away. Not saying a word, because if I do, I’m afraid what will come out when my life feels good for the first time in forever. I can’t jeopardize that. I won’t gamble that feeling away for Ryken.