CHAPTER THIRTY

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ANASTASIA THOUGHT THAT she was on cloud nine. White light flooded her vision, her nerves were buzzing with pleasure and excitement, and the man between thighs was making her tip over the edge. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and closer to where she wanted him most. The air that surrounded the couple was thick and dense with humidity. Her head was uncomfortably rested against the door, and she wasn't sure exactly how he fit his large body in the back seat but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that he made her come in the upcoming seconds.

"You look so pretty like this," he mumbled against her, the vibrations of his baritone voice just tipped her closer to the edge. His hands gripped the flesh of her thighs, most definitely leaving bruises that only he would see. She was glad that it was late at night, the last time she looked at a clock it read 12:38 am, and here they were, parked in a back parking lot somewhere on campus, in his car, with his tongue lapping her up like it was the end of the world.

His lips closed in around her clit, causing, her back to arch up off the seat, "Oh fuck," she breathed out, peeling her eyes open to view the sight in front of her. It only made the knot in her stomach tighten. Her legs were thrown over his shoulders, her hips had a mind of their own almost– grinding up to meet his mouth, desperate for more pleasure that couldn't possibly exist, right?

He released her clit, and licked a long stripe up her slit. His hand left her thigh and a finger prodded at her entrance. A whine fell from her parted lips, her chest heaved up and down in anticipation. Her eyes were now blown open, her fingers releasing his hair.

Ethan moved his head from between her thighs, and Anastasia could've came right then and there.

His hair was tousled and a couple strands fell in front of his forehead, his chin was glinting due to her juices, in the little light that poured in from the fogged windows due to the street lamps from the parking lot. A devilish smile on his face as he looked at her fucked out expression from her previous orgasms.

"You got one more in you baby?" His voice was low, and his breathing was heavy. Because one thing he loved was making the girl he was infatuated with come. Whether it be with his fingers, when she was laying down below him, or with his thigh, his hands placed firmly on her hips, dragging her back and forth along the top of his thigh, relishing in the sound of her whimpers when he flexes the muscles in his thigh just right so they catch on her clit. But, by far, his favorite way to make her come was with his mouth.

And that's exactly what he was doing right now.

And what he had done two times before this.

He knew she didn't talk much during these moments. She was one to just submit herself to him. And as much as that thought turned him on, he always wanted to make sure his girl was completely comfortable.

She nodded her head, her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned her head back against the door. "No, nope that's not gonna work for me baby. Use your words," he was soft with her, yes commanding. And that's what made the pleasure and love she was feeling for him all more intense. She cracked a smile, to which he could only reciprocate, her lovey state oozing out of her was like a drug to him. "Yeah I can do one more," her words were quiet, barely above a whisper.

Ethan leaned up and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin and her lips. Their mouths molding together in the perfect mixture of rough and sensual. She could fast herself on his tongue, and that only made the borderline throbbing sensation intensify, as she clenched around nothing.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and desperately tried to pull him closer. Something she tend to do when she was needy.

"You want me to make you come, baby?" he teased, his lips moving against hers as he spoke. She giggled, leaning up to bite his lower lip and pull back, causing him to hiss out a low groan at the action. He looked down at Stassie– the shadows cast across her golden freckled skin, cheeks flushed a ferocious red, her lips swollen as she smiled up at him, her eyes telling him 'I love you I love you I love you' over and over again.

She scrunched her nose up, stifling a small laugh, while she nodded her head. Ethan groaned lowly, his hand moving from her entrance to hold her jaw, making her cheeks squish together. "Use your words baby, come on. It's not that hard," he teased once more, still smiling down at his girl. "I wanna come," she spoke to the best of her ability, with her cheeks squished together. Ethan chuckled slightly, "There you go. Now taste yourself f'me,"

He moved his finger that was teasing her entrance before to in front of her mouth, and Stassie was quick to wrap her lips around his forefinger, Ethan groaned lowly at the sight. He brought her in for one last kiss, his tongue running against hers before he pulled away all too quickly for Stassie's liking.

"Asshole," she mumbled, yet he could practically hear the shit-eating grin that was on her face.

He was utterly, in love with Anastasia Green. He was just too scared to say it.

SHE HAD LOST track of time. She didn't know if it had been 2 minutes or 2 hours. But what she did know was that a dull throbbing sensation started fluttering in her lower abdomen.

You see, like it was previously stated, Anastasia Green is a certain type of woman when she was intoxicated with alcohol. She wasn't mean, she wasn't sappy or emotional, she wasn't aggressive, or anything dangerous of the type. She was horny. Or, as Mark liked to put it, lovey dovey, to be more family-friendly.

Alcohol coursed through he veins, he hair stuck to the back of her neck from her sweat, her crop top was feeling all too tight and her jeans were sticking to legs. She felt constricted. And suddenly, the air around her was to thick. Whether that be because of Lola and Sofia dancing around her, the slight fog that hung low in the room, or the fact that the all to familiar throbbing was making itself more known in her body, she didn't know. She needed a drink.

Stassie yelled to her friends that she was going to the kitchen, to which they nodded their heads in acknowledgment before they resumed their careless dancing. The lights of kitchen that were on woke her up a bit, yet her eyes were still lidded, a hint of lust need swimming in her brown irises.

"Markie!" She dragged on when she saw him. She ran threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level. He chuckled at her drunken state. "I'm sooo horny right now," she whispered in his ear, a giggle following her words when she saw his taken-back look. "Yeah, that's enough for you tonight," He said, as he brought his water bottle that was partially drunken up to her lips. "Drink." She gave him a pout, but couldn't deny the fact that her throat was starting to hurt because of how dry it was. She rolled her eyes and began to down the water bottle, while she adjusted herself to lean on Mark, her body placed in between his thighs as he sat on the counter of the kitchen. He was quick to place a kiss on the crown of her head before he leaned his weight back on his hands once more.

"You been have fun?" Mackie questioned, a small smile on his lips as he watched her. Stassie swallowed the water harshly, before nodding her head swiftly. "I have! Oh, you guys should come dance with us," she slurred, doing the best to her ability to ignore the desire that was growing inside her. It didn't help that she was surrounded by her friend. Her particularly hot friends.
"Nah I think we're good," Luke stated, his gaze trained on Sofia who was still in the swarm of college students. She shrugged, her eyes wandered around the group of her friends. Mackie, Luke, Mark, Rut, Duke, Luca...

"Where's Eddie? I miss him. He's so pretty," She stumbled her words, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips turned downwards into a small pout. The guys shifted, their heads briefly turning to look through the windows that showed the backyard– he leaned back into the patio furniture, with his arm wrapped around Alyssa's waist, who sat perched in his lap. "Uh," Mark trailed off from behind her, "Oh! Do you think he could help me out?" Stassie whispered not so quietly to Mark. But before he could stop her, she was already downing the rest of the water bottle, and making her way to the backyard.

Mark was quick to leap off the counter and follow the drunken girl throw the crowd, "You guys stay there and watch the girls," he shouted as he ran after her.

He didn't know if the rest of his friends knew about Stassie and Ethan's relationship, and if he was just slow in piecing the pieces together. But he did not want to chance it, so his demand that he had given was quick and rushed. He didn't even want to imagine how drunk Stassie would react to seeing her boyfriend all over another girl. Especially if sober Stassie was already acting so unlike herself when she saw them together.

"Hey Eth–" she stumbled out of the house but quickly cut herself off when she saw the view in front of her. Nolan, Grano, and a few other upperclassmen she recognized from the hockey team were sprawled out around the table of the back patio, dopey smiled in their faces and their eyes were lidded as they relished the high they were experiencing. But they weren't the reason she cut herself off so abruptly.

She felt her heart break into a million pieces. And suddenly the throbbing ache of need diminished into nothingness, and all she felt was hurt. The pain of betrayal from the man that she found herself loving. She loved him. She was in love with him. Ethan Edwards, who had a petite blonde girl curled up on his lap, his hand around her waist and the other hooked around the back of her knees. His hair– one of her favorite things about him was still tucked underneath a backwards baseball cap. The blonde lazily played with the chain that was around his neck. The smile that was once on his face dropped when he spotted the girl that stood at the entrance to the house.

"Oh, hey Stas! Wanna hit?" Nolan questioned obliviously, an intoxicated smile on his face.

She barely heard him, as her hearing turned muffled, and she felt the stinging of oncoming tears appear behind her eyes and her lip start to quiver. She shifted uncomfortably, her fists balled up tight at her sides. Anastasia wasn't one for violence, but she wanted nothing more than to rip the fried blonde hair off the bimbo who sat in her pretty boy's lap. She couldn't move, she didn't know how to or if she even could if she wanted to. She was stuck, as a singular tear ran down her cheek.

The buzz from the alcohol felt like it had worn off, considering all she felt was hurt at the moment. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like the air around her was all to thin, in heavy contrast to the dense air that was inside the senior house at the moment. "I-uh, I'm good, thanks though, Moyle," she forced herself to quirk her lips up into a small smile, as she felt more tears flood her waterline.

"Stassie! Hey, don't you think it's time to go?" Mark appeared at her side, his hands latching themselves on her biceps, pulling her into his chest. "C'mon Mark don't be a dud," Grano slurred, as he took the joint from Nolan and motioned it towards the heartbroken girl. "She's good right n–" The abrupt feeling of Anastasia pulling away from him cut him off. She made her way towards Grano and wrapped her lips around the joint that was still in his fingers. She hoped that because of the dim light that was somewhat lighting up the back porch that he couldn't see the glossiness of her eyes, the few tears that had already escaped against her will and stained her cheeks.

But Ethan could. He could see the small streak along her cheek that the dim light only illuminated. And yet, he didn't find himself getting up to engulf her in a hug, begging for her apology. And the thing is, he wanted nothing more than to do that. But he couldn't bring himself to get up, to push Alyssa off his lap, and kiss her tear stained cheeks. Instead, he felt himself grow disgusted at the sight in front of him– Stassie leaned over Grano, his eyes lidded as he watched her lips wrap around the joint yet again. He was disgusted.

How dare she?

How dare she?

How dare she?

"Okay, you had enough, Stas?" Mark questioned, as he pulled her into his chest once more. She coughed out a response, her lungs not being used to the content that floated inside. But instead of numbing her like she had hoped the weed would do, it only spurred on the opposite. She started crying uncontrollably when her back hit Mark's chest, his touch comforting her enough that she couldn't not cry at that point. "Is she okay?" Alyssa questioned, a genuine look of concern on her face for her friend's friend.

Mark couldn't help but grimace at the sound of her voice.

"Yeah she's fine," "Hey bro you need help?" Luca appeared in the back door, his eyes scanning the area of the back porch. He walked closer to Mark, who was trying to hide the bawling girl from the guys. She hated crying in front of people. "Just take her back to the house, the guys and I will gather Sof and Lo and meet you there." Mark said, handing over a shaking Stassie into his arms. Luca enveloped her in his arms, wrapping them around her neck as her hands bawled up his shirt. He gave him a quick nod before he stepped back into the house.

Mark turned to see the group looking at him with a confused expression, except Ethan, who had his gaze trailed on his feet that were propped up on the coffee table that the patio furniture surrounded. "What's wrong?" "Is she good?" Nolan and Grano questioned, their eyebrows furrowed. "We didn't pressure her or anything, did we?" Grano added on to his concern, his position shifting so he was sitting more upright. Mark loved that even the seniors held so much care and love for her. Unlike someone, at the moment. "Yeah she's fine, she gets like this when she gets crossed and," he waved them off, a small smile on his face. "Alright bro, just let us know if we need to do anything." Nolan nodded, taking the joint from Grano for himself.

He nodded in acknowledgment, making his way towards the back door. He wanted to beat some sense into Ethan but he knew that would just make things worse than they already were. "I guess you're not taking care of her tonight?" He questioned, shrugged his shoulders condescendingly. But it wasn't the blonde bimbo who was watching the conversation happen in front of her with wide eyes, her gaze switching from Mark to the boy underneath her. It was the fact that he stayed silent, shrugging his shoulders.

Mark couldn't help but scoff, "Yeah okay, have a nice Thanksgiving Eddie."

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