Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
AIDEN
I want it so much, it’s physically painful. My cock is hard as granite beneath us, and I know the second it’s freed from behind the zipper, I won’t be able to resist sinking into her tight heat.
But we haven’t had sex since that one night all those weeks ago.
The self-discipline it takes to not pull down my zipper and thrust into her strips years off my life. Years. But right now, I’m too tightly wound and too angry, and I can’t be gentle or go easy.
And I’m not fucking Charlotte just once.
It has to be right when it happens. So I slide another finger alongside my first, stretching her tightness. Charlotte shudders again, and her hands on my shoulders morph into a viselike grip.
“I am inside you, Chaos. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”
She tips her head back, a sharp blush rises up her chest. “Aiden,” she says, her hips undulating against me. She’s a vision, a work of art. Beauty personified, and for an instant, I’m so close to coming myself that white-hot pleasure centers at the base of my spine.
But this is about her.
“That’s it, Chaos. You’re so pretty. You feel so good around my fingers.” I flick her clit back and forth again before giving it a gentle smack. She moans, loudly, her body tightening. “Can you come for me? Let go, sweetheart.”
Her back arches further, like she’s offering her tits to me. I take them. Kiss across one and then bring her nipple into my mouth, biting down on it.
Slap her clit one more time.
“Oh my God,” she says, and then her orgasm overtakes her. I release her hardened tip to watch as her body quivers, listening to the broken mewls spilling out of her lips. Her pussy squeezes tight around my fingers and I damn near pass out from the pleasure of watching her take her own.
She moans again, and her body shudders. Goes limp and falls forward against my chest. I give her clit one final rub before wrapping my arm around her bare waist.
“You did so good,” I tell her. She’s breathing hard, her face in the crook of my neck and body still shuddering.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she whispers.
“I can.”
High color spreads across her cheeks. I wait until she’s looking at me, eyes locked, before I pull my fingers out of her heat.
I put them in my mouth and slowly lick them clean.
Charlotte’s eyes widen, and she stares at me in shock. A furrow appears between her eyebrows and I know she’s worried about this.
“Delicious,” I say when I’m done. “I always knew you would be.”
She digs her teeth into her lower lip but says nothing. Still sitting in my lap, still naked, her chest heaving.
“Wow,” she murmurs after a stretched moment. “You mean that?”
“Sweetheart, you’ve got me so hard, I’m going to come the second I stroke myself. Yes. I mean it. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
She looks down at where she’s been grinding. My erection is a steel rod, outlined through the black fabric of my suit pants.
Charlotte reaches down and runs her fingers over it. Pain shoots through me, I’m so close.
“Chaos,” I say. The whiskey is making my head thick, and despite her being the ultimate mood booster, I know this isn’t somewhere we should tread. Not when I’m this on edge. “I’m going to come in zero point five seconds. After all this time, our first time having sex again won’t be when I can’t fuck you properly, and when I’m pissed off at the world. And not after we argued.”
She stands in front of me fully naked. The length of her silky body is cast in beautiful light from the sconces behind her.
My eyes travel over the expanse of her skin. Linger on her tousled hair, bouncing around her shoulders when she cocks her head. “So come then, Hartman.”
The words send another jolt of heat through me. “You want to watch, Chaos? Is that it?”
She takes another step back, and reaches for the bottle of whiskey I left abandoned on the table. She pours a knuckle’s worth of amber liquid and takes a sip before letting the glass dangle from her fingers.
There’s an expectant look in her eyes. “Yes. It’s payback. You saw me in the shower… I want to watch you.”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I tell her and reach for the buckle of my belt. “Before this damn memoir is even finished.”
“I guess I’ll publish it posthumously.” Her eyes burn into mine. Those blue, intelligent eyes that I’ve been incapable of looking away from ever since our night in Utah. “That will make it a guaranteed success.”
When I walked in and saw her standing much like she is right now, under the bright bathroom lights in the hotel shower, with the nozzle between her legs and pleasure on her face.
I knew I shouldn’t think about that image again. Knew it was a violation. And couldn’t help picturing the scene in my mind anyway.
Pushing down my pants, I grip my cock. Her eyes narrow in on that, and her look alone makes my dick twitch in my grasp. I’m so fucking hard, it hurts.
The need to be inside her pounds through me.
But not tonight. Not when fury is still running through my veins and anger is a vise around my heart.
“This is what you want to see?” I ask and start stroking. My breaths turn wheezing. “How undone you make me?”
She nods, her eyes glued to me. “Yes.”
“I think about you day and night, Chaos.” I tip my head back against the couch and watch her with half-lidded eyes. Her body, her face. Her mouth. Heat radiates from where I’m stroking, and it won’t be long until I spill. “You’ve invaded every part of my life, and I don’t know how to get you out of it.”
“Me neither,” she breathes.
“Going to bed every night,” I say, groaning at the tight grip of my hand, “while knowing you’re just down the hall?”
“You think about that?”
“Of course I do. I think about you, and your mouth, and your body. Standing in front of me just like that. Or lying beneath me. I think of how you’d feel beside me in bed.” My hand speeds up, and I’m seconds away. “Fuck. You’ve made my entire life… chaotic.”
She takes a step closer, her eyes locked on my cock. And I can’t take it anymore. Fire spreads from the base of my spine up through my body. It erupts through my length, and I come in violent spurts.
Charlotte watches all of it. And afterward, she leans her hip on the opposing couch and drains the last of my whiskey.
“Are you in a better mood now?” she asks.
I look at her. Spent, still irate, still wanting. Always wanting when she’s around.
“No,” I say.
Her lips curve into a smile, and she takes a few retreating steps. Toward the staircase and back up to the room that’s hers, the bed that’s hers.
“That’s a shame,” she says. “Because I certainly am.”
My gaze follows her naked form the entire way up the stairs, and when she’s gone, I close my eyes. I can still see her behind the lids, lighting up the darkness like a brilliant night sky.