Star Crossed Mates

Chapter 4

The drive was long. Celeste rested her head on my lap and I was nervous she was going to vomit on me, but luckily she kept it in till we got home.

Aster parked the car and opened the back door to help Celeste out. She was a rag doll at this point. I got out, closing the door behind me as gently as I could to not disturb the quiet in the dark.

“Nova,” Celeste grumbled.

“Hey, let’s get you inside and into bed,” I whispered, brushing her hair from her face and taking her hand in mine as Aster helped her up the steps to the front porch.

Inside it seemed as though Estella and Daniel were asleep.

“Open her door,” Aster said, coming up the last set of steps to her room.

I jogged a bit ahead and opened her door, going to her bed and pulling the covers down. He laid her down carefully and I covered her up.

“Grab the trash can under her vanity,” I pointed.

He set it down beside the bed.

“I think she’ll be fine for the night,” I patted her hair down, “do you mind sitting with her?”

“Yeah,” he looked at me with an unusual expression.

I walked out of the room and went into the bathroom just down the hall. I shut the door behind me, resting my back against the door with my eyes closed. Opening them slowly I looked into the mirror. My lipstick was smeared. Whether from Aster or Tyran I don’t know.

My hand shakily touched my lips. The once magical feeling of Asters hands and lips all over my body now replaced with the revolting feeling of being touched by that degenerate.

I rushed to the shower, turning on the tap till the water was scorching. I undressed and stepped into the shower. Grabbing the loofah and scrubbing at my skin till my flesh was stinging.

No matter how hard I scrubbed I couldn’t get the feeling of his hands off of me. I fell to the tiled floor crying. What started off as a night I have always dreamed of was now something I wish I could forget.

A pair of arms wrapped around me, making me screech and start swinging.

“Nova”

His voice felt like it was light years away. My heart was pounding in my ears. His arms held me close to his chest. I could feel the warmth from him radiating through me. My breathing began to even out and all I wanted to do was erase the feeling of violation from my body.

I turned around, wrapping my arms around his chest. My tears soaking into his shirt. Shaking hands slid up to the side of his face. My lips pressed against his. The same warm feeling that I felt from earlier returning.

My left hand moved into his hair while my other ran around his back. I held onto him tightly trying to wash away this dirty feeling that had overtaken me.

“Aster, please,” I begged.

His eyes roamed me hungrily. His arms wrapped around me as he lifted me from the ground, walking out of the bathroom and to his bedroom. My face nuzzled in his neck.

He shut his door behind us, locking it. Laying me on the soft navy blue comforter I’ve always known. His slender fingers ran up my sides to my breast. His lips roaming down my neck and taking my right n****e in his mouth.

My hands gripped the bedding when I felt his fingers slide down to my inner thigh. My legs spread to give him better access. I moaned when I felt his fingers slide between my slits.

“Nova,” his tone low, “I’m still pissed that another man touched you,” his fingers pushed into my dripping p***y.

I moaned, throwing my head into the bed.

“Aster,” I groaned, “make me forget,” I said, a tear running down.

He pulled his shirt off, dropping his pants and boxers to the floor. My eyes widened. He was completely grown up.

The bed creaked as he leaned over me. His forehead pressed against mine.

“I’ve waited years to do this with you,” his lips pressing against mine as he pushed the tip of his c**k inside of me.

I winced at the pain as he pushed further in. A groan of satisfaction came from him. I dug my nails into his back. This was more painful than I thought it would be.

He stayed still, kissing me gently. Waiting for my whimpers to cease.

“I’m going to move now,” he whispered.

I nodded.

He slowly pulled out and I could feel myself tightening around him, making him groan.

“You’re so damn tight,” he slowly pushed in, drowning out all of the memories of tonight.

The pain slowly subsided and was replaced with pure bliss. My hips began moving with the rhythm he set.

I moaned as he pumped into me, grabbing my thighs and holding me tight to hit the deepest parts of me. His teeth scraping against my neck sent a tingling sensation through my body. Like it was calling out to him.

“Aster!” I moaned his name as he grinded into me, grunting as he released inside of me.

His movement slowed down before coming to a complete stop. He leaned over me, kissing me with his soft lips as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.

“Nova. I’m sorry,” he got out of bed, pulling on his boxers and leaving the room.

I stared at the ceiling. Wondering what I had done wrong. I could feel the tears falling. He came back with a hand towel.

“Here. May I?” His hand rested on my thigh.

I nodded and let him clean my lower half. I tried not to show him what his touch was doing to me. He headed to his closet, tossing the warm towel into the hamper and pulling a shirt from the closet.

Sitting on the bed next to me he sat the shirt beside me. I quickly put it on. Feeling the heavy awkwardness fill the room.

“I should go,” I got out of the bed, but before I could take a step away from the bed, Aster had a hold of my wrist.

Pulling me between his legs and resting his head on my abdomen.

“Stay with me”

“But your parents?”

“What about them?”

“They could come in?”

“And? They can’t tell me who I can and can’t be with?”

“You want to be with me?” I was trying to contain my smile.

“I’ve wanted to be with you since the sixth grade,” he smiled up at me.

He lifted me into the bed, covering both of us up. My back against his chest as he pulled me in close with his muscular arms.

This was everything I had ever hoped for. To be in the arms of the person I have loved for most of my childhood. I couldn’t wait till morning to tell Celeste about Aster’s and my relationship. No one would be happier for us than her.