Firecracker, page 8
‘Hey Fiya! You left this at the cinema last night,’ she told me.
‘Oh, uh…thanks,’ I said, accepting the jacket.
‘Please come in, your royal highness!’ my mother exclaimed, clearly impressed. ‘But do excuse the mess…we don’t live in a home which is anything close to a palace!’ she said, looking around somewhat urgently.
‘Thanks…I’m at a loose end today, actually. I was hoping to see if Fiya was free?’
‘Oh, she’s free! Goodness me, Fiya, you’re practically naked! Go and get dressed!’ my Mum scolded.
‘Oh, it’s fine…we’re all girls, right?’ Dax grinned; clearly aware my mother was oblivious to her interest in me.
‘Of course we are,’ my Mum laughed, welcoming her inside. ‘How lovely to have royalty visiting us! I’m afraid our home is very basic,’ she apologised.
‘Your home is lovely,’ Dax said, generously.
I knew our home was small and very basically decorated. It was all we could afford.
‘Oh, thank you, but I can’t believe it from someone who lives in a palace!’
‘I spend most of my time in my room-which is an average size, so actually no…I don’t let that all phase me,’ she explained.
‘Well, you’re welcome here, anytime,’ my mother told her, excitedly. ‘Fiya, you make Araiadax feel at home-I’m afraid I was just headed out! I need to drop off an application form-strangely enough for a job at your very palace!’ she told her.
‘Actually, Fiya told me about that. I wish you the best of luck with it-it’s a lovely place to work,’ Dax smiled.
‘That’s what I’m hoping!’ she smiled. ‘Okay; well, are you girls alright if I pop out?’
‘Yes, go, Mum. It’s fine!’
My Mum hurried off, pausing to give me a big thumbs up toward Dax’s back, like she was loving the fact that I was now making friends with royalty. I smiled at her, waving her off.
‘Do you uh…want a coffee? Want to come up to my room?’ I offered.
‘Your room,’ she said, immediately. ‘I’d like to see where you live,’ she smiled.
‘Okay then,’ I said, heading for the stairs, intensely aware of what I was wearing now. The sleep shorts were thin and very short, hiding little. The t-shirt was threadbare cotton, and I knew if I looked down, I would see my nipples, which had hardened in response to seeing her again.
I hurried up the stairs, not too keen on giving her a show in my pyjamas and led her into my small, cosy room.
‘So, uh, this is it…it’s very basic,’ I almost apologised.
‘It’s lovely,’ she said, closing the door behind her.
I noted that she turned the lock closed too. Coincidental-or did she plan on doing something else which was considered private with me?
‘So, uh…you didn’t really come here to return my jacket, did you?’ I questioned.
‘No,’ she smiled, stepping closer to me, her eyes dropping downwards briefly, before returning to my eyes.
‘No, I, uh…I came to apologise,’ she said.
‘You already did apologise, Dax,’ I reminded her.
‘I know I did-but I wanted to say it again. I really didn’t mean to go that far. You know I’m interested in you, but you’d told me you weren’t-so I’m sorry I pushed it so much.’
I didn’t know what to say. With her in my room, it felt like the small space was claustrophobic. I also couldn’t stop thinking about how good it had felt for her to kiss me and wondered if she’d ever try it again. ‘It’s fine,’ I told her. ‘I wasn’t exactly pushing you away, you know?’ I told her.
‘But was that…well, why was that?’ she questioned.
I swallowed hard. ‘I, uh…I don’t know…it felt good, I guess,’ I said, shyly, feeling my cheeks heat with colour. My breasts were tingling, and I knew my nipples protruded from my t-shirt at sharp peaks. My sex felt heavy and thick, like it needed to be touched-and there was only one person who I wanted to do that with.
‘Kissing or, uh…when I touched you?’ she questioned.
‘All of it,’ I admitted, embarrassed. ‘I’ve never been kissed before, so I didn’t know what to expect, but it felt amazing. It, uh…I guess it turned me on…’
‘The thing is, you haven’t kissed a boy either though, Fiya, so you might enjoy that too?’
‘I don’t think so…when that horrible boy did his dare, I felt nothing but revulsion. It was absolutely disgusting.’
‘Really?’ she questioned.
‘Yeah, really,’ I nodded, watching as her eyes dropped again.
‘What do you keep looking at?’ I said, glancing down self-consciously.
She drew in a shaky breath. ‘You,’ she said, clearly. ‘Fiya; you’re not wearing your necklace, your nipples are hard and erect, and I smell the scent of your arousal in the air too…it’s all very distracting,’ she told me, bluntly.
My eyes widened as I met hers. ‘Oh…’
‘Yeah…maybe I should leave before I do something we both regret once more.’
I swallowed hard at her words. ‘I mean you could leave…’ I drawled, slowly. ‘Or…’
‘Or what?’ she asked, somewhat urgently.
‘You could do it again,’ I said, bravely. ‘Mum is out. We’re alone. It’s kind of something I want to explore…see if it feels as good as it did before.’
‘You want to try this with me?’
‘I don’t know, in all honesty. I just…I liked kissing you, and I liked it when you touched me. Maybe we could try it again and I can see if it’s you or if I’m just a lust-driven teenager who wants to be touched!’ I said, with a small, embarrassed smile.
‘God, I want to kiss you again,’ she said, stepping closer.
‘You do?’
‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you all night, Fiya,’ she admitted.
‘Then do it,’ I told her, easing in towards her. ‘I want you to kiss me.’
She drew in a shaky breath. ‘You have no idea what you do to me, Fiya,’ she said then, lifting a hand to trail it down my soft cheek. ‘Standing there in next to nothing, your gorgeous body inviting me in as your mouth tempts me to kiss you senseless.’
‘Please,’ I begged, leaning in towards her. I’d had enough of her talking now, it was time to feel this all over again.
Dax said no more, just bent to capture my lips with hers. She took my bottom lip with hers and suckled languidly, making me want to groan immediately. From there, she moved across to deepen the kiss, slanting her head across mine so that she could plunge her tongue inside my mouth, licking me erotically.
As we kissed deeply, her hands, which had been at my waist, reached for my breasts and squeezed, tweaking my nipples with her strong fingers before rolling them gently. Pleasure ripped through me as they tightened and strained under her touch, peaking into the most impossibly erect buds.
We kissed and kissed, her gorgeous mouth tasting incredible. She walked me backwards until the back of my knees touched the bed. There, we fell, limbs entangled towards the bed, and she covered me, undulating against me as we continued to kiss.
Her hand drifted downwards, before toying with the waistband of my shorts. Slipping inside, she found me wet and damp, the arousal I felt surpassing everything I’d ever experienced before. As her fingers slid inside my wet folds, I spread my legs for her, encouraging her touch. It was all I wanted in that moment. All I dreamed of. She slid her fingers inside me and circled there, opening me up for her touch. It felt amazing and I cried out against her mouth, moaning incessantly.
Wrenching her mouth free, she moved unexpectedly, shifting downwards on the bed until she was between my legs, yanking off my shorts and re-spreading me. Before I could even think about objecting, her mouth was on me, replacing what her fingers had been doing and licking, lapping and suckling my clitoris, making me arch with pleasure.
I didn’t think once about stopping her, even though the back of mind was reeling with surprise that this intimate act was suddenly being performed on me. Her clever tongue was working me upwards in excruciating thoroughness, focusing in on my clitoris-where I needed her the most.
I felt my orgasm rise rapidly, and it ripped through me like a lightning bolt striking. I arched and bucked, straining against her mouth, unable to take such pleasure but being held tightly by her arms and mouth as she kept me spiralling into the heavens. Her tongue kept lapping until I was completely sated and sunken on the bed, lying back replete.
Dax climbed up my body, easing over me until she could spread herself across me, bending to kiss my mouth.
As I opened my mouth to hers, I found I could taste myself, and that was a heady moment of realisation of what we had just done together. Reaching for my hand, she pressed it to her jeans, against her sex, and rubbed her hand with mine.
Realising what she wanted, and that I was as eager as her to do it, I fumbled for the button and zipper and undid her jeans, pushing my hand inside.
She was wet and slick, already ready for my touch as she was so aroused. I began rubbing her slick folds, finding the spot which would pleasure her the most and then circling my fingers on it as we kissed. She moaned and writhed against me, clearly loving my touch as she gasped and tensed against me, rocking her hips in motion with my hand.
I loved touching her, and quickly found that I wanted to do more. I loved the way she undulated against me, the way she pulled her mouth from mine to pant and breathe raggedly through the incredible sensations. Suddenly taken by the urge to taste her even more intimately, I withdrew my hand, pushed her to her back and moved downwards to lie between her thighs.
‘Fiya, you don’t have to…’ she said, brokenly, her voice betraying how aroused she was.
‘I know I don’t have to,’ I said, tugging off her jeans. ‘I want to…’
Her groan was testament to the fact that she wanted this too. I pulled it off with her underwear and spread her before me, not allowing the nervousness in my stomach to affect my willingness to do this.
Leaning in, I licked her experimentally, sending her hips jerking in response. Her scent was deeper and darker down here, and I breathed her in deeply, her aroma overwhelming me and sending my head into a spin.
I began suckling her sensitive nub and she cried out her pleasure. She tasted delicious, and the way she moved against me was so erotic that I couldn’t help continuing, wanting her more and wanting to see her react to me like that again. I tried out the same things she had done to me, licking, lapping and suckling on her sensitive folds, even easing fingers inside her soft, slick channel and touching her there repeatedly. It took a matter of minutes to push her to her peak, making her strain against me and press down towards me for more. I kept going, loving every minute of it and feeling her tensing, close to orgasm.
When she came, it was magnificent and she bucked up, arching and crying out my name as she came. I kept licking her through the aftershocks, only stopping when she reached for me and pulled me up her body to lie across her. There, she cupped my face and we kissed, slowly and languidly, our bodies spent as we kissed lazily.
Easing my head down to her shoulder, I closed my eyes and rested, completely and utterly spent. I’d never experienced such intense pleasure and my whole body was humming with it, making me throb with the most delicious sensations.
We lay like that for a long time, not moving and not talking. It was if we both needed a little time to take in what had just happened, to process it and decide where we went from here. When I finally shifted, to lie beside her, our eyes met, and hesitancy filled me. Her eyes were still darker than usual, clouded with desire. I saw her eyes flicker down my body, to my tight, budded breasts and then lower, to where my lower half lay bare.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ she told me, quietly.
I swallowed hard.
‘I just want to spend all day learning your mouth, your body…everything about you.’
I felt myself tense internally, desire spiking. ‘I, uh…I don’t know how long my Mum’s gone for…’
She reached for my nipple, touching me through my t-shirt. ‘Can I?’ she asked, seductively.
I nodded, feeling tension rising yet again. She reached for my t-shirt and tugged it over my head, leaving me completely naked.
‘God, look at you,’ she murmured.
‘I’m nothing special,’ I replied, quietly.
‘You’re absolutely perfect…gorgeous in every way, baby,’ she told me, huskily. ‘Can I suck you here?’ she asked, still playing with my nipple.
‘Yes,’ I nodded, feeling my sex tightening in response to her words.
I rolled to my back, and she leant over me, taking one budded nipple in her mouth before suckling deeply on it. It made my stomach clench tightly, the sucking motion making my desire peak so rapidly that I gasped and made her lift her head.
‘Did I hurt you?’ she questioned.
‘No…keep doing it…feels so good,’ I breathed, raggedly.
She returned to my breast and drew the nipple into her mouth, suckling hard and then moving to the other side to do the same.
‘Feels so good,’ I said, restlessly moving my hips.
‘You taste amazing everywhere,’ she told me, making me ache.
‘So do you,’ I groaned, arching closer towards her.
Her hand trailed down my stomach to slip in between my legs and she began rubbing me as her mouth played with my nipple. It was delicious torment, and I couldn’t help the litany of cries, moans and groans which came from my throat.
Dax was murmured sweet words too, how beautiful I was, how good this felt and how responsive I was to her touch. It was all too much, and I came again, swiftly, arching into her body as the incredible sensations swept over me.
Relaxing down against her, she kissed my lips slowly, lingering and pausing to gently press her lips to mine. When she lifted her head, I gazed at her, holding her eyes. The moment was intense and connected; no words were needed, and I wasn’t able to speak anyway.
A loud slam made us both jerk apart.
‘I’m back!’ my mother called.
I clambered off the bed, reaching for clothes desperately. Pulling on jeans swiftly, I ran to the door and called back. ‘We’re just up here talking!’ I replied, shouting down the stairs.
‘Okay, honey!’ she replied.
I shut the door, slumping in relief before hurrying over grab a bra, t-shirt and jumper and tugging them on before quickly tidying my hair in front of the mirror. My face was flushed, I noted, but hopefully my mother wouldn’t notice that.
‘You decent?’ Dax asked from behind me.
‘Yeah, I think so,’ I said, turning. ‘I didn’t expect her to be that quick!’ I exclaimed.
‘No, me neither…shame,’ she commented.
I smiled at her, blushing. ‘I, uh…I guess we need to talk about this…’
‘We do, but not now, hey?’ she suggested. ‘Let me make nice with your mother and then perhaps she’ll go out again later,’ she said, smiling.
‘You’re staying?’ I questioned.
She shrugged. ‘It’s Saturday…unless you’ve got plans or are busy, I hoped we could hang out…do something…’
‘I, uh…’ I was completely blown away by her. She wanted to spend her weekend with me. ‘I’d really like that, yeah…’
‘Great,’ she smiled. ‘Come on then…and put the necklace on, hey? Your scent is all mixed with arousal right now. We don’t want your Mum to sense anything between us.’
‘We’d literally have to make out in front of her before she realised something was up,’ I told Dax, clearly. ‘She would be stunned, upset and disown me if she knew!’ I exclaimed, realising how true that was.
‘Don’t think like that…you don’t know that…’ Dax consoled.
‘I do,’ I told her, meeting her eyes. ‘She’s very traditional in her views and her expectations of me have always been clear. Please don’t let her know anything’s going on between us.’
‘I won’t, Fiya. I wouldn’t,’ she repeated. ‘Come on…let’s go and play nice for a bit.’
We headed downstairs and found my mother in the kitchen.
‘Hello girls! What are you two up to?’ she asked, smiling widely at Dax.
‘Oh, uh…’ I murmured, blushing.
‘Fiya was just showing me her room and telling me about her future plans! She’s such a hard worker!’ Dax said, enigmatically.
‘Oh, she’s very focused, yes. We want the very best for her, so she’s very much committed to her studies.’
‘I’ve noticed. We’re in lots of classes together,’ Dax told her.
‘Really! You didn’t tell me that, Fiya!’
‘I didn’t?’ I murmured. ‘It, uh…must have slipped my mind.’
‘So, I find it wonderful that some of our royal family attend a local college,’ my Mum said, watching Dax closely.
‘Yes, well, it’s good to keep in touch with the packs in the area-and I’ve always wanted to further my education. Who knows what the future holds and what I’ll end up doing?’
‘You’re first in line to the throne, surely?’ my mother questioned.
‘I am, yes,’ she nodded, ‘But I hope that I don’t have to do all that for a long time yet,’ she said, politely, ignoring the insensitivity of my mother. The only reason that Dax would take over would be if the king and queen died.
‘Oh, yes of course,’ she agreed. ‘Do you have plans for the day?’ she asked then.
‘I’m free as a bird-so I was going to ask Fiya to come out and take a walk in the forest or stroll in the grounds of the palace,’ she told her.
‘Fiya, you must!’ my mother exclaimed. ‘Go on, head out…everything else can wait!’
‘But what about my homework-you said Saturday morning was dedicated to completing homework?’
‘It is usually, but I think it can wait while you spend time with your new friend,’ she said, pointedly.
It was clear to me that making friends with a royal was something my mother supported-which was something I could clearly use to my advantage.
‘Well, I’ve got my car…do you want to go out for the day?’ Dax offered.
I looked at my mother. ‘Is that okay?’ I asked.
