Chapter four
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*Mature content!!!*
The morning sun slipped through the curtains and landed across Aria’s face.
She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head before remembering what day it was.
Two days.
Only two days until the trip.
She dragged herself downstairs and barely managed to finish half her cereal before her phone buzzed.
It was Maya.
Did you hear? New student. Transferred in yesterday. Apparently he's joining the trip.
Aria frowned.
Who?
The reply came quickly.
Dorian's friend. Liam. Remember him? He moved away freshman year.
Aria paused.
Liam.
Of course she remembered him. He was Dorian friend.
He's back?
Yep. And he's coming with us.
Aria smiled.
Maybe having another familiar face on the trip wasn't such a bad thing.
***
By the time Aria reached school, everyone seemed to know about Liam.
She spotted him near the front entrance with a duffel bag hanging from one shoulder.
He looked different.
He was taller now, and his shoulders were broader, but his familiar grin hadn't changed.
Dorian noticed him first.
"Liam?"
Liam turned around.
"Dorian!"
The two friends hurried toward each other
"Look at you," Dorian said, stepping back. "You look completely different."
Liam laughed. "Still the same old me. Just taller."
"And more annoying."
"Better looking too."
Dorian rolled his eyes.
Aria laughed as she walked over.
Liam's face lit up.
"Aria!"
She hugged him.
"Welcome back."
"You haven't changed at all," he said.
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
"Definitely. You're still the smartest person here."
"Still full of nonsense, I see."
"Some things never change."
Maya joined them with a smile.
"We're glad you're coming with us."
"Me too." Liam looked around the school. "I can't believe I'm finally back. When my mom told me we were moving again, I practically begged her to let me transfer immediately."
He shook his head.
"Didn't expect my first week back to involve a mysterious school trip, though."
"Neither did we," Maya said.
Liam's mother was still waiting beside the car. She smiled and waved when she saw them.
Aria waved back.
"Your mom seems happy you're back."
"She is." Liam smiled.
He laughed.
"She's always been the optimistic one."
***
The school day passed quickly.
Liam fit back into the group like he'd never left. By lunchtime, everyone was catching him up on everything he'd missed.
"So," Liam said, leaning back in his chair, "what's the deal with this trip?"
Ben shrugged.
"We don't really know."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Ben lowered his voice.
"Apparently we're going to some place called the City in the Mists."
Liam's eyes widened.
"The City in the Mists?"
"Sounds fake to me," Ben said.
Liam grinned.
"Are you kidding? That sounds amazing."
Aria laughed.
"You actually believe this place exists?"
"I don't know," Liam admitted. "But I hope it does."
Everyone laughed except Dorian.
Aria glanced at him.
He was unusually quiet, his fingers tapping against the table.
She leaned toward him.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're a terrible liar."
Dorian sighed.
"I'm just nervous."
"About the trip?"
He nodded.
Then he glanced at Liam.
A small smile appeared on his face.
"Really glad."
***
That evening, the group decided to have one last night of fun before the trip.
They went to the only club in town.
Music blasted through the speakers while colorful lights moved across the crowded room.
Liam dragged Ben onto the dance floor, and Ben complained while laughing the entire time.
Maya joined them soon after.
Even Dorian seemed more relaxed.
Aria stood nearby, watching them.
She smiled.
This was what she wanted to remember.
Her friends.
Their laughter.
Dorian appeared beside her with two drinks.
"You've been standing there staring at everyone."
Aria took the drink.
"I was just thinking."
"That's dangerous."
She laughed.
"Yeah. It's nice having everyone together again."
Aria looked at him.
"Are you still worried about the trip?"
He was quiet for a moment.
"Not as much."
"Why?"
"Having Liam here helps."
He paused.
"Having you helps too."
Aria smiled and bumped his shoulder.
"I told you. We're doing this together."
They looked at each other for a moment.
Neither said anything.
There was something between them, something neither of them was ready to put into words.
***
It was past midnight when they finally left.
Liam was staying at Ben's house, and Maya lived nearby.
That left Aria and Dorian.
"I'll walk you home," Dorian offered.
Aria hesitated.
"Actually..."
He looked at her.
"My parents are out of town."
"Okay."
"And my house is a mess."
Dorian smiled.
"How bad?"
"Very bad."
She sighed.
"I was supposed to stay with Maya, but she already has enough going on."
Dorian waited.
Aria took a breath.
"Would it be weird if I stayed at your place tonight?"
"Sure"
***
Dorian's house was quiet when they arrived. His mother was already asleep, so they crept upstairs, trying not to make too much noise.
"This is my room"
Dorian quickly added, "I can sleep on the couch."
"Dorian."
"What?"
"I'm not making you sleep on the couch."
He looked at her.
"We can share the bed. It's fine."
For a moment, he didn't answer.
Then he nodded.
"Okay."
His room was neat but lived-in, with books stacked beside the bed and a desk near the window.
They changed quietly, Aria borrowing one of his oversized T-shirts while Dorian changed into sweatpants.
When they got into bed, they stayed on opposite sides, leaving a careful space between them.
Minutes passed they couldn't sleep slowly dorian leaned on her face and kissed her he was so nervous that he bit his lip and quickly stopped from kissing her.
Aria dragged him by his cloth and pull him to kiss. they started kissing slowly but it soon turned tense.
Aria pressed her palm against his chest, feeling the rapid throb of his heart beneath her fingers.
"You're shaking," he murmured, his hands tangling in her hair to pull her close.
"Dorian, please" Her voice broke, half-stopped fear, half-desperate hope.
"Don't wait," he said. His mouth claimed hers with a desperation that left her gasping, his tongue sweeping inside to taste her, his teeth grazing her lower lip until she whimpered. Aria's fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, desperate to touch his skin, to feel him against her. When his hands slid under her skirt, she arched into him, her hips grinding against his as he explored between her thighs, his fingers finding her heat, circling her until she gasped and tried to pull away.
"Not there" she breathed, her body weeping for him.
He gently unbotton her shirt at the same time kissing her lip, her lacy black bra was revealed he unhooked her bra.
He covered one of her n*****s with his mouth sucking it and fumbling with the other one using his finger. Aria moaned and held the sheet tighter.
"ohh do.." she couldn't finish the statement when another hand slid into her skirt
"You're scared," he said, not a question, a fact.
"Maybe." She shivered
"Being with me means trusting." He pressed a kiss to her temple.
"I know," she whispered.
He pulled her skirt down and started tasting every inch of her juicy and wet v****a.
"ahhh" Aria moaned
When he positioned himself between her thighs, Aria drew in a sharp breath, her hips lifting as if by instinct. ,then her lips, then the sensitive curve of her neck, his hands parting her folds. He slid a finger inside, then two, crooking to find that secret place that made her gasp, her body arching against him. He took his time, preparing her with deliberate slow strokes, his thumb circling her c**t as her breath came faster, her hips bucking.
"Ready?" he murmured against her ear.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
Dorian aligned himself, his hand guiding her hips up to meet him. The stretch burned, a sharp line of pleasure that tore through her entire body as he pushed inside, inch by inch, filling her completely, almost uncomfortably. Aria cried out, her nails digging into his back, her breath coming in short gasps as she adjusted to his width, his length, the sheer size of him.
"Good girl," he groaned. "So tight."
He began to move, slow at first, then faster. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall, a counterpoint to their body's collision. Dorian's thrusts filled her completely with each motion, stretching her, claiming her, claiming the space between her thighs, her body, her soul. Aria's breath came in sharp gasps, her hips matching his rhythm, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body riding him like a storm.
"Feel me," he commanded. "Feeling me inside you."
Aria nodded, her eyes squeezed shut, her body overcome by pleasure. Each thrust sent sparks through her veins, sharp, electric, pulling her closer to oblivion. The city outside seemed distant, hungry, demanding but in Dorian's room, in his bed, she belonged to him, completely and fully.
"I'm coming," she gasped, her body tightening around him, her hips bucking as waves of pleasure rippled through her.
"Come for me," he commanded. "Show me how much you want it."
She cried out, her body arching off the mattress as she surrendered to the feeling, waves of pleasure crashing over her, taking her under, leaving her gasping. Dorian followed with a groan, burying himself deep inside her as he emptied himself into her, his grip on her waist white knuckled as he climaxed.
The city sounds faded into the distance as they lay together, the smell of him, the feel of him against her skin, the knowledge that she had given him everything, that she was now his completely.
Outside, blared its sirens and motorcycle engines, but here, in Dorian's room, they were alone, and that was all that mattered.
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