Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
CHARLOTTE
I arch into his kisses, wanting him back to tease my other nipple in the same way. “You can make it up to me now.”
He finds my hand and pulls it down my stomach. Lifts the waistband of my panties and pushes my palm between my legs.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
My fingers are already there, and I start circling. Even as I feel another hot pang of embarrassment. No one had ever seen me touch myself before, and now this man had seen it twice in one day.
“I thought you were going to make it up to me,” I say.
He’s beside me on the bed—large, tanned. Thick hair, mussed. The outline of his erection is a thick club beneath his boxer briefs.
He looks me over, and there’s such sharp appreciation there that my embarrassment disappears. “I will.”
He reaches for the vibrator he’d thrown on the bed. And then, he goes to stand at the end of the bed and grips my ankles. Pulling me closer to the edge, he runs his hands down my legs, my thighs, teasing me several times along the waistline of my underwear before gripping the material.
I stop circling my clit.
Aiden tuts. “Keep going,” he says and tugs my panties down my legs.
So I continue, and feel scorched by his eyes, locked on the skin between my legs he’s revealing. And my fingers, pressing down right where I always touch myself.
“Fuck,” he mutters. My panties make it to my ankles, resting against his chest. “Fuck, Chaos. You don’t know how turned on I am.”
“I haven’t touched you yet,” I whisper.
“Just as well.” He throws my panties away without looking where they land. When they’re fully off, he touches me. Fingers on my clit, slipping down through my folds.
It’s intimate, and vulnerable, to have all his focus resting between my splayed legs. “Kiss me again,” I whisper.
Aiden’s eyes gleam, and he bends down, pressing his lips to mine. Somewhere during our makeout session, he finds the vibrator again. He rearranges us, pulling me up against his chest while he leans against the headboard. I sit between his legs. My back to his front.
One of his hands is playing with my nipple. The other settles the vibrator between my open legs. He props it against my clit. It’s at the lowest setting, a rumbling that stimulates my sensitive skin. When I’m breathing hard, he slides his thick finger inside me.
A gasp escapes me. I drop my head back, resting it against his shoulder. He kisses my neck, and the combination of sensations is so strong that pleasure quickly swells through me.
“Look at yourself,” he tells me.
I look in the mirror through half-lidded eyes. It’s catching almost all of us. Him, large behind me. Me, splayed out and naked in his tan arms.
And his hand between my legs, another gripping my small breast in his hand. My boobs have always been tiny. Another insecurity I don’t usually have time to think about during quick hookups like this.
“Can you come for me?”
“Kiss my neck again,” I whisper.
He chuckles, but does just that. Touches me. He’s everywhere. A finger curls inside me, and then those vibrations against my clit. Low enough that I can’t quite come. It’s not quite enough, and I’m so close.
I tell him.
He starts pumping his finger. “Relax,” he tells me. “You’ll get there. Relax, sweetheart, let me hold you through it.”
I do. And somehow, the combination of sensations and the painfully low rhythmic pulses against my clit, push me over the edge. I come.
My climax takes me by surprise.
Aiden keeps his finger inside me and his mouth at my neck throughout my orgasm. When I finally come back down to earth, his erection feels like a steel rod against my back.
I squirm against him—once, twice—until I turn in his arms.
He groans when I stroke him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “I want to see you, too,” I whisper into his neck.
He pulls me up until I straddle him. “I’m yours.”
It doesn’t take long to get his underwear off him. And then I have him in hand, and he groans against my cheek. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I have a condom somewhere.”
“So do I,” I say.
There’s a brief pause, and he groans again. “I’m starting to think that you getting caught in the shower wasn’t a mistake.”
I slap him lightly on the shoulder. “Absolutely not. I still can’t believe the hotel messed up that badly.”
“Me, neither.”
It takes him less than a minute to find the condom in his bag. Afterwards he sits back down against the headboard and motions for me.
“You want me to be on top?”
“Don’t you?” He rolls on the condom, and I watch him as he does it. His muscled forearms, the girthy cock, the swollen head. When it’s fully on, he strokes himself with one hand and reaches for me with the other. “Come here.”
I straddle him, and he holds himself upright while I slowly sink down on his length. I grip his shoulders for support, taking inch after inch. He’s thick and it’s been a while and the stretch is everything.
This feels more intimate than a typical one-night stand. Having his face so close to mine, I’m momentarily frozen. But Aiden’s features are tight with pleasure, and his hands slide down to grip my thighs. He rolls me forward, and I fall into a rhythm that’s slow and intense.
He kisses me as I ride him. Watches me whenever we pull away to draw a breath. Looks down at where we’re connected. And when my pleasure starts to rise again, he reaches for the vibrator and sets it between our bodies.
I come again.
Gripping his shoulders, falling forward, head to his chest. He chuckles into my ear when I finally come down from my high.
“Good, Chaos?”
“Very good,” I whisper.
“Think you can handle a bit more?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes.”
He lifts me, drawing me close, and lays me down on my back.
And then he thrusts hard and deep, sitting up on his knees. It’s so forceful that it rocks the bed, and I’m there for every single moment of it. My hands grip the comforter.
This is the best possible celebration I could ever have for finishing my last ghostwriting project.
He grabs my hips for leverage, and when he comes, his face tightens with pleasure that makes him look like he’s in pain. It’s perfect. I feel like a sex goddess again, Charlotte of the Night.
“Charlotte,” he says later, when the condom is discarded and our breathing is under control. “I live in LA.”
My brain feels shot. A jumble of pleasure, awash in sensations.
Slowly, his words pierce through. “What?”
“I live in LA. Let me show you around when you arrive.”
The pleasure inside me spikes. He hadn’t mentioned that earlier when I said where I was headed. I look at Aiden across the bed. The sheets are messed up. We’ve fallen on either side of the California king. Only one hotel room… and the smartest thing is for us to just share.
I raise my eyebrows. “Are you asking for my number?”
“Yes,” he says simply. “I am.”
I twist, wanting a better look at him. His eyes are so unusual. A light-green color I’ve never seen before. They meet mine without any hesitation. He’s not embarrassed to have asked, not worried about my response. He’s not backtracking.
He’s going to be different from everyone I’ve been with before.
I push off the mattress and slip out of bed. I’m fully naked and terrifyingly aware of it. Aiden watches me walk over to the desk.
I reach for a notepad and pen. Red Rock Resort is printed at the top in gold letters. I write my number quickly, feeling his gaze on my exposed body.
When I’m done, I turn to glance at Aiden. He’s lounging in the bed. Fully naked. An arm bent behind his neck. And his eyes searing me.
“Call me,” I say.