Chapter 97: Irreplaceable

~“You think I’d leave your side, baby? You know me better than that. You think I’d leave you down when you’re down on your knees? I wouldn’t do that.”~

Chapter Theme Song: “By Your Side” by Sade

HARMONY

I’m flipping through my English notebook, pen hanging from my lips, eyebrows furrowed as I try to make sense of the article our professor is discussing.

Then, Blaze’s familiar scent fills my nostrils as he settles into the chair next to me, dropping his bag onto the desk.

I can’t help but smile, even before I tear my eyes away from my book. I sneak a peek at our professor, who’s busy scribbling on the whiteboard with a green marker, then back at Blaze, who’s smirking at me.

Today, he’s wearing that green long-sleeved shirt he wore on the first day of school. The one I sketched him in that same night in my dorm.

“You’re late,” I whisper, grinning. “What kept you?”

“James. He needed help with his economics worksheet.” He rolls his neck as he pulls his book from his bag, and I gasp in mock surprise.

“Blaze, helping someone?” I see him smile, his eyes focused on his pencil case. “Wow, keep it up...”

He chuckles softly, and I’m reminded of a time when he’d laugh freely in class. “What’d I miss?”

“Just notes.”

“Oh, my kiss...” He leans over and quickly pecks my lips. A girl across from us blushes and looks away. I smack Blaze on his arm.

“We’re in class...”

Mr. Dixon, our professor, turns around, scratching his forehead with his marker. He starts explaining what he’s written on the board, and Blaze leans back, his knees spread wide and rocking side to side.

I keep stealing glances at him, blushing so hard my face feels hot. ~God, class was so boring without him...~ Now that he’s here, all the sleepiness has vanished.

I reach for my pen to start taking notes when I feel a warm touch on my knee. I’m wearing a skirt today with a really cute off-the-shoulder top that, again, April got for me. I really like it.

With my pen in my mouth, I glance down at where Blaze’s fingers are resting on my knee, his thumb gently stroking me there.

When I look over at him, he’s focused on the front, occasionally nodding at whatever Mr. Dixon is saying.

I swallow and shift a little in my chair. He’s not planning on…is he?

His finger starts to trail higher, and my eyes widen as I shift around again. I look over at him, but he’s doing everything he can not to look at me.

His hand slides higher up my front until he gets to the waistband of my tights.

I gulp and squeeze my pen tightly between my fingers, keeping my eyes trained on Mr. Dixon, but his figure is now blurry from me squinting my eyes.

Blaze slides his palm inside of my tights and underwear, and the feel of his hand against my skin causes my throat to tighten.

“Open...” he whispers in a hoarse voice, still staring ahead of him, and I obey.

As soon as I open my legs, he parts me with his forefinger. I hear him sigh when he discovers how wet I am. My fingers are about to grow callouses from the way I’m holding my pen.

“So wet, aren’t you?” he whispers, covering his mouth with his hand.

He slides a finger inside of me, then another, and I spread my legs wider, my arms and legs shaking. I bite my lip hard to suppress a moan as he begins to stroke me with his fingers.

The air conditioners are humming loudly in the theater, drowning out the sounds of my arousal and the uncontrollable sighs escaping my mouth.

Blaze plunges his digits in and out of me, long, slow strokes that have me sweating. I sigh and lean forward, trying to keep my focus on Mr. Dixon, but it’s like he’s suddenly speaking a foreign language.

“Right, Ms. Skye?”

I jump, but Blaze doesn’t stop, only slows his motions, as our professor looks in our direction.

“Harmony?” Mr. Dixon prods, and I squirm while Blaze’s bag on the desk conveniently hides what’s happening underneath.

“Uh—I’m sorry, sir, what was…” Blaze rubs my clit. “Uh. W-what did you say?”

A few giggles erupt, and Blaze starts going faster, and I feel my seat becoming wet. I breathe quietly, leaning even more into the edge of my desk. My climax is approaching as my teacher repeats his question.

“I was saying you did well on the last assignment and if you’d like to read the essay to the class next session?”

“Uh, yeah,” I squeak, and hang my head. ~Oh, God...~

“Ms. Skye?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, yeah,” I say, meeting his gaze, feeling my legs trembling. A burst of light explodes behind my eyes, and Mr. Dixon nods absentmindedly and turns back to the board.

I drop my head on the desk, pushing my bag in front of my flushed face as I come undone.

I put my hand on the desk and bite hard into my skin as my thighs squeeze together, trapping Blaze’s fingers inside of me.

He slips his fingers out of me, brings his cool lips to my ear, and says, “You owe me one...” Then he smiles and leans back.

***

After class, Blaze takes me by the hand, and I giggle at the memory of what just happened, right under our professor’s nose. Blaze can be so naughty at the most inappropriate times!

“Blaze Xander, you know I’m gonna kill you for what you just did!” I say, punching him on his arm.

“~Please do~ when you get on top of me again, Harmony Xander...”

He keeps saying my name then adding his last name at the end, almost like he’s indirectly telling me he wants to marry me or something...

When he sees how red I am, he chuckles. “What?”

I clutch my books tighter to my chest, shaking my head. “Seriously, where are we going?”

Blaze grins, draping his warm arm around my shoulders. A gaggle of girls saunters past us in the hallway, their eyes darting between us. ~Stares and scowls.~

I stiffen a bit, feeling a twinge of discomfort, but Blaze doesn’t seem to notice. He bends down and plants a kiss on my temple. I used to hate public displays of affection, but now, I don’t mind them at all.

“Where are we going...” I tease, pushing him away lightly, pretending to wipe his saliva off my face. His breath carries the minty scent of the gum he’d been chewing all through English class.

“To my dorm...” He grins.

“Your dorm?” I arch an eyebrow. “Aren’t James and the girls waiting for us at the cafeteria, Blaze?”

“You want to eat at the cafeteria?” he asks, his eyes glinting with that familiar haze, as he takes my hand in his. I know what he’s thinking. Blaze’s libido is so high, it’s a challenge to keep up.

But he knows the answer to his question is a ~no.~ I want some alone time with him before my next class starts.

“No,” I murmur. “Take me to your dorm...”

Blaze chuckles. “That’s what I like to hear...” He licks his lips, and my gaze drops to them.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I might just kiss you right here in the hallway.”

I feign a frown. “So what am I supposed to eat?”

“There’s food at the dorm. Ramen. Sound good?”

“Okay. But you’re cooking it for me, right?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

~Baby.~ Such a sweet word from such sweet lips.

“Shut up,” I say, blushing.

“Never!” he declares, “I’ll shout it from the rooftops! I LOVE HARMONY SKYE! I LOVE YOU, BABY!”

“Blaze!” I giggle, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway. A few heads turn to gawk at us as I drag him across the polished floors.

He uses his back to push open the dorm door, leading me inside as he walks backward. The room smells like spicy ramen. “How much ramen have you and James been eating?”

“A ton.” He grins. “It’s great with boiled eggs.”

I smile and shake my head. His happiness is infectious.

“Spicy? Or not spicy?” he asks as he saunters to the kitchen, exaggerating his hip movements for comedic effect.

I giggle and shake my head. “Spicy.”

“As spicy as I am?” he teases, licking his lips as he peeks out from behind the door frame.

I bite my lower lip, still holding onto my books.

When I don’t respond, he chuckles and his head disappears behind the door again. “I’m just kidding!” he calls out, “It’s not like you’ve tasted me before...”

~Tasted him before?~

“Harmony, I’m going to put on one of your romance movies while we eat. You can pick.”

I smile and sit on his bed, slipping off my backpack. “Okay...”

When he says I’ve never tasted him before...I think I understand what he means. When it comes to oral sex, Blaze and I have never done it. Well...Blaze does it to me, but I’ve never done it to him.

He’s never asked for it. He seems content without it.

He emerges from the kitchen and flops down next to me, narrowly avoiding hitting his head on the edge of the top bunk bed. I wince sympathetically, and he clutches his head as if he can feel the pain that almost happened.

“That was close,” he whines, pulling me down onto his chest. His heart is racing, and he’s already starting to sweat. “Didn’t I say you owe me one?”

I grin and lift my head, resting my cheek in my hand. “What do you want? Name it.”

He pretends to ponder.

“Hmm. I want my ~sweet~ baby...to kiss me twenty times,” he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I beam at him. “That’s it? So boring!”

He chuckles. “Okay. What should I have asked for then?”

I shrug and look down. “I don’t know...” I glance up at him from beneath my lashes.

Blaze watches me. His smile isn’t as broad now. It’s just a hint of a smile on his lips, but his eyes are saying a million things.

I feel something hard pressing against my stomach, and my mouth falls open in desire. He’s...really, really hard.

“Hmm? What should I have asked for then?” He lifts his head slightly to whisper, “A reverse cowgirl?”

I grin, and he smiles back.

“No?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“No...”

“Then what?”

I purse my lips and let my hands fall to the drawstrings of his dark shorts. He smells amazing. “I guess...um...I’ve never...”

Blaze’s smile remains. Sometimes I swear he can read my mind.

“You’ve never what, green eyes?” he asks, his voice low but somehow knowing.

“I’ve never...um...”

“Never had spicy ramen?”

I bite my lip, a shiver running through me.

“Never had ~my~ spicy ramen?” His tone is playful, his words coded yet so clear...

I look up at him, my heart pounding.

“So naughty, green eyes...,” he murmurs, biting his lip. His gaze darkens with desire.

“I just want to return the favor,” I say.

“You don’t have to return the favor. I make you feel good because...I want to,” he tells me softly.

Bathed in the light from his dorm window, he looks like an angel, yet so devilishly tempting at the same time.

“Yeah, but I also ~want to~ make you feel good...”

“Okay,” he replies, his eyes scanning my anxious face. “You can if you want to...”

I do want to. I’ve never done this before.

“Okay...” My fingers tremble as I reach up to untie the strings of his shorts. The spicy aroma of the simmering ramen and the hum of the pot mix with my own breath, filling the room.

Blaze is silent, and when I glance up, he’s watching me, his face flushed.

I clear my throat. “W-Wish me luck.”

Blaze chuckles, his belly shaking with the sound.

I unzip his shorts, and he reaches down to lift his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. His skin is so smooth it almost distracts me.

I slide my hand into his shorts and boxers, and he grins, trying to hide it by biting his lip.

When I feel the heat of ~him~ against my fingers, I try to wrap my hand around him. He’s too big and his shorts are too tight...

I make a face.

Blaze laughs. “Harmony...it feels like you’re on a treasure hunt...”

I smile. “It’s just...so tight.”

“It’s okay. The ramen will get soggy,” he says, then mutters, “Though, I’d love for something else to get sog—” Blaze cuts himself off when I free ~him~ from his clothes. He exhales sharply.

My eyes widen slightly as his erection points skyward. It’s long, thick, and flushed. It seems to grow bigger every second.

It’s a bit intimidating, and the bright sunlight streaming into the room doesn’t help.

My hand shakes. Blaze isn’t smiling. He isn’t cracking jokes. His breathing has changed, and so has mine.

I swallow and lean forward. Taking a deep breath, I grip him in my hand and slowly bring his hardness close to my mouth.

Blaze sighs and props himself up on his elbows. “Harmony, are you sure...are...” His words trail off as I slowly take him into my mouth.

“Harmony...,” he breathes, falling back onto the bed. His brows furrow. “Jesus...”

I move my lips up and down his length, using my tongue to stroke the underside and along the head of him. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m trying.

Blaze reaches down and runs his hand through my hair. When I look up, he’s watching me, his forehead creased as if what I’m doing is causing him pain.

But when he nods and continues to stroke my hair, I know he likes it.

It’s not bad; doing it, that is. He tastes like fresh soap, and something wet coats my tongue.

I remove him from my mouth, running my hands up and down his length. His breathing grows more ragged, his stomach flexing with each breath he releases.

“Harmony...”

As I take him into my mouth again, Blaze gently lifts his hips, filling my cheeks even more.

“Harmony, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps, gripping himself.

He slips from my mouth, and I wipe my lips with the back of my hand as he strokes himself once, twice, and then spurts of his climax jet out and stain the bedsheets.

I watch in awe as evidence of his release mars his dark blue sheets. ~That’s...a lot.~

I blush, and he pants heavily, sweat beading on his nose and forehead. “Wow...,” he breathes, looking at me as if I’m an alien, but a very attractive one.

I giggle at his expression. “Did you like it?”

“Like?” he gasps, out of breath. “Green eyes. I loved it, Harmony. Who—how do you even know how to...”

I can’t help but laugh again, covering my mouth. “Don’t ask, Blaze!”

“No, I have to. Who taught you to—”

“No one!” I gently press my hand to his lips, and he laughs and pushes it away.

“You just fucked me with them hands...”

I laugh again as he gazes at me fondly, as if he’s seeing me for the first time. I’m starting to feel warm all over.

“Go get cleaned up. Or the noodles will get soggy,” I say, hoping he’ll stop looking at me like he wants to take things further...

“Oh, trust me. It’s not the only thing that’s soggy...” He gets off the bed, holding his ~thing~ in his hands. He grins, blushing openly. “Now I gotta change my underwear...”

I press my lips together as he waddles to the bathroom. He’s walking like a penguin, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me...” He squints at me playfully before disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.

“Damn, Harmony, I think I gotta throw these away!” he calls from inside.

I grin, biting my lip, and then get up to help him change his soiled sheets. I’ve never felt this ~alive~ and ~free~ with someone before.

***

While we eat, we watch a movie together.

“Blaze...,” I murmur.

“Mm?” He can’t tear his eyes away from the couple making out on screen.

I smile softly. “Thank you for visiting my mom’s house the other day. She told me...that you asked her to let me stay...”

Blaze’s hand freezes on his fork, and for a moment, he looks embarrassed. “Did she have to mention that?”

I nod. “Mm. Especially since it showed her how much you love me. Thank you, Blaze. For fighting for me.”

“Don’t thank me,” he says, twirling some noodles onto his fork. “I’d do it a thousand times over. You mean the world to me, Harmony. More than you know...”

He looks at me, and I struggle to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes.

“I feel the same. You know I do...”

He gives a nod, a half-smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. I know you do.”

I bite my lip, the urge to smile and dance with happiness almost overwhelming.

“Can we please watch the movie now? I think they’re about to fuck,” Blaze says, and I can’t help but burst into laughter.

“Sure, okay, let’s watch the movie.”

His eyes are fixed on the romantic film, his face changing with each new scene. I watch him, my heart feeling like it’s bursting with stars at the sight of this man sitting next to me on the couch.

~Oh, Blaze, I think the universe threw me a diamond when I met a one-of-a-kind man like you...~