Chapter 10
I was startled, reflexively bending my knees to get away from Aaron, but they were held down and gently parted by his own leg placed
between mine.
He leaned down and sniffed at my neck, “Well… this little demon doesn’t smell like ketchup today.”
I nudged him gently, “Morris…” I warned him, hoping the formality would discourage him.
He corrected me, “Aaron, darling.”
“Aaron,” I groaned begrudgingly.
He smiled with a beautiful blend of affection and seduction: “What’s
wrong, gorgeous?”
It’s just a shame that his affection and sensuality were just an act to get women in his bed.
I stared into his blue eyes and said slowly, “I don’t want to… Not
tonight.”
He interrupted me with a raised eyebrow, “Think it over.”
I really wasn’t in the mood. I already cheated once. I had my retaliation. Anything more than that would be greedy.
But at that moment, pinned underneath him with his intense bedroom eyes boring into my very being, listening to the live porn coming from
next door, I couldn’t say no.
Aaron must’ve seen my change of heart in my eyes, and didn’t even give me a chance to say a word, his fingers already hooking into my panties. I wore a black dress today, accented by a rich red lipstick. I wanted to surround myself with the aura of a temptress, but in front of Aaron, I squirmed, all of my confidence leaving me.
I felt my inner walls clench around his fingers in a meek attempt to keep him from exploring any further, but it was no use. He was already three knuckles deep before I could fully tighten around him, meeting the raw desire in my core and leaving me with nowhere to run, except
toward him.
“Black lace.” Aaron said thoughtfully, “It suits you, darling.”
He paused, muttering into my ear. “I’m so fucking hard for you,
Olive…”
My face instantly flushed. Aaron’s voice was hoarse and tired, but it
made him sound even sexier. I felt like I was the victim of a siren’s
curse, and could only look on helplessly as I lost control of my own body.
“If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Aaron smiled even more indulgently, “But I think that’s the last thing your sweet little body needs.”
I closed my eyes, shutting out his smug expression, but in seconds, I felt his hot breath on my face. My eyes flinched open, shocked at the
sudden closeness.
“No,” he ordered. “Keep them closed.” He planted gentle kisses on my eyelids, the slight dryness tickling the delicate skin. Eventually, his kisses moved lower and lower, gliding over the bridge of my nose and grazing my upper lip.
I reflexively raised a hand to cover my mouth, his lips pressing softly against my palm. Unphased, Aaron winked at me, licking from the center of my palm to the tips of my fingers.
I jerked, stifled a squeak, and pulled my hand away. He took that opportunity to bite at my lips while one of his hands snaked behind me, unzipping my dress.
Distracted by the almost suffocating persistence of his kisses, I didn’t notice him undressing me until it was already done. My body cuddled closer to his at the sudden chill, soaking up his heat.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Aaron finally pulled away from my lips, smiling devilishly.
I couldn’t even come up with a snarky remark as I felt his fingers wander up my spine, stopping at my waist. He pinched me gently.
I could catch it.
Aaron ducked down to run his tongue along my throat. I suddenly lost my voice
him to pull away, but he shifted
panting, my breasts rising and falling dramatically with my heaving breaths. My bra suddenly felt too tight. I couldn’t breathe. I needed it off-I needed his lips against my breasts, his
mind, Aaron finally relented, leaving my neck after one last bite. He unclasped my bra and dove down to suckle at my left breast while his hand
side.
at this. Maybe that was one
so many
wasn’t
lifted his head, eyes
groaning, “Ugh, if you want me to stop
heart softened. He was
your clothes off. It’s only fair…” I shot him a devious smile of my own, “Or else I won’t let you touch
mine. I felt him guide my hand to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up suddenly, bringing me up
stomach, the straps falling uselessly down my arms. My breasts rested directly on his clothed chest, the soft fabric rubbing
nothing more than to strip
give me
his muscles sculpted to perfection. I curiously ran my hands over his pecs, fascinated by how hard his chest was compared to mine, despite
at the same time. It was firm, yet elastic. I pulled my hand back and felt my own chest. His softness was nothing like mine.
by the way
slowed down and said stubbornly, “You’re
that couldn’t be further
tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me even tighter against him,
cock throb underneath me. It was
caught up in him grinding into me to realize what he
grasped in his arms, using one hand to guide my legs to wrap around his waist. I shrieked, alarmed, and threw my arms around
room.
walked away from the
take you… right
engrossed in each other,
was pinned, I couldn’t hear anything but Aaron. Every gasp, every sweet praise, every slap of his skin
I knew was him.
experiences with Vincent
my chest brought pain and itching. Whenever he’d lick at my collarbone, I’d shiver. As awful as it sounds, I would’ve much preferred
used to hear that a lot from
this was Aaron in front of
and the sloppy sound of his hips colliding with mine
into a drawling moan. My initial surprise at his sudden
targeting each of my most sensitive areas one
he seemed rushed. His attentive
dug into his forearm as I
line along the shell of
an apologetic smile. “I’ve been pent up for
while…”
‘a while’
help but be
a bit, hummed thoughtfully, and answered honestly: “After the little… incident at the bar, I flew to Moscow.
smirked, “The girls
he was right about one thing: I needed to stay
and looked deeply into my eyes. “But
I was blushing furiously. Despite the number of women
just a
man says in bed can be trusted. Whether it’s before, during, or after the fact, it’s all lust-driven
Aaron really likes… To
already?” He asked as he
single syllable came out slurred. I was too overwhelmed by the feeling of his body against mine-focusing on what he was saying to me took what
his words from our last night together, and grinded hard inside of
he wanted to hear me scream for him. That was his
bad it wasn’t something
women moan and cry out underneath them. It was a reliable aphrodisiac, and if we were a couple, I’m sure we’d both have a
without a shred of decency between us. We’d thrown our morals to the wind: he slept with his friend’s girlfriend