Fighting to Be Free (Fighting to Be Free 1)

“Oh, I appreciated it a lot. If there’s anything I could ever do to thank you, then you only need to say,” I said, my voice sounding so husky and thick with lust that it was almost embarrassing.

She unbuttoned my jeans slowly, her beautiful grey eyes locked on mine, I gripped her pert little ass. “There is actually something that I want you to do for me,” she whispered, kissing down my neck as her hand slipped inside my jeans and gripped my shaft.

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, moaning quietly as she started to pump me gently and suck on my neck. “And what can I do for you, little girl?” I breathed.

“You can say no if you want to…..” she trailed off, stroking me slightly faster, making pleasure shoot around my body.

“I won’t say no,” I promised. Whatever the hell it was that she wanted, I’d do it, even if I had to cut off my arm or something. The thought of just how far I would go for this girl scared the life out of me, but I just couldn’t help it, I was falling for her so hard it was unreal.

“I have my school’s winter dance coming up,” she said, pressing her forehead to mine.

“Ok, you want me to drive you or something?” I asked, moaning and slipping my hands under her sweater, cupping her br**sts as I bent forward to kiss the exposed skin on her shoulders.

“No, I want you to take me,” she said breathlessly, as I moved my hand slipping it inside her bra.

Take her? Like go with her? Like a date? Holy crap, is she saying I can ask her out? Does her wanting to go with me to her dance, mean that I can date her now and be exclusive with her? Well, we were already kind of exclusive in a way because neither of us saw other people. What we had was almost like dating, but without the actual boyfriend/girlfriend titles.

“Take you, like…..be your date?” I asked, moving my hips slightly, in time with her strokes, I could feel my climax building in the pit of my stomach.

“Yeah, you don’t have to….” She bent her head to kiss me again. I moved one of my hands from her bra and put it round the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her silky hair and moaned into her mouth, as each stroke pushed me closer and closer.

“Ellie, I’m really close….” I mumbled against her lips. She nodded and squeezed a little harder, making me grunt as I came into her hand, pleasure shooting around my body. She smiled and sucked my juices from her thumb and the back of her hand, damn she is so freaking incredible!

I pulled her mouth back to mine, the taste of me on her tongue made her even sexier to me somehow, she was like some kind of goddess or something. She wrapped her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my hair. I smiled at the feel of it, it was actually starting to get fairly long and messy now, for the first time in almost five years I would have to go for a proper haircut.

I could still feel the after effects of my orgasm pulsing around my body, and I desperately wanted to return the favor and make her moan.

“So, will you?” she asked, as I kissed her neck lightly, resisting the urge to suck on her neck and mark her creamy skin as mine.

“You want me to take you, like a date?” I asked, trying not to sound too hopeful but even I could hear the hope in my voice.

She nodded, “Yeah. I mean, when you go to a dance it’s pretty much a given that you have to have sex at the end of the night, and there’s no one else I’d rather do that with, than you,” she purred seductively.

Oh, is she just inviting me so we could have after dance sex?

Ok, I’m going to do it, I’m going to ask her out again and pray that it doesn’t ruin anything. Jeez, I was so nervous my hands were sweaty. What if I asked her out and she said no again and withdrew the booty call offer? I couldn’t cope with that, not the sex, of course I could go without that, but I would miss her like crazy. She was the first person I thought of when I had good news, and the person I always thought of last thing at night before I went to sleep, or when I woke up in the morning. I needed her in my life. Crap, should I do it?

“I’d love to take you to your dance, Ellie, but not just so we can sleep together at the end of the night.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. Ok, I was half way there now. I couldn’t really take it back. I would just have to push thorough and hope I could talk her into still seeing me casually when she said no.

“Oh really, you don’t want to get laid?” she teased.

“Hell yeah I do, of course I do, but…” I trailed off, feeling slightly sick with nerves.

“But what?”

“Ellie, I’d just love to take you as a date. Like a proper date as a couple, like as a boyfriend and someone who’s totally crazy about his girl,” I said, wincing slightly.

Oh God, please say yes, please say yes.

She pulled back looking at me slightly shocked, “Are you asking me out again?” she asked with wide eyes.

I nodded unable to speak.

A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, “Seriously?” she asked.

Ok she hasn’t said no, is that a good sign? Damn it, why do I have to be so freaking useless at this kind of thing?

“Seriously,” I confirmed, nodding. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a long time but I didn’t know if you were interested. I mean, I didn’t want to ruin what we’ve got going on, but I’m just totally crazy about you, Ellie. I know that I’m not good enough for you, you deserve so much better than me, but I just can’t stop myself wanting you.” I shook my head at how stupid that sounded. I looked away from her feeling embarrassed and stupid. Why can’t I be smooth and have the right things to say?