45. Lennox
FORTY-FIVE
LENNOX
My brain can’t compute what’s happening right now. How we went from angry to truthful to loving to this …whatever this is.
For now, I ignore the war of emotions raging inside me. I’ll have plenty of time to analyze the confessions that finally broke free from both of us and how it feels like a turning point—whether I’m ready or not—later. For now, I’ll focus on the words he spoke as I left the room.
Try not to scream too loud tonight. Wouldn’t want the hotel staff to find the Kennedy princess getting fucked like the little whore we both know you are.
Why the hell do I love it so much when he talks to me like that? It should feel degrading. Should make me want to punch him in the face. If he were anyone else, I’d slap the words right out of his mouth.
But when he treats me like his dirty whore, it sets me ablaze in the best way. When he calls me Princess, like the word is filthy, it empowers me.
Because despite the vulgar words, he worships the ground I walk on.
And I know for a fact he’d never hurt me.
I press the button for ice, and as the bucket fills, I can’t help but imagine all the ways we might use it. Pulling in a few ragged breaths, I try to calm my pounding heart. It’s no use. I’m wet, excited, and desperate for his touch.
There’s no tempering this emotion.
So I hustle back to the door. Excitement and nerves spark inside me when I find it ajar, the bolt holding it open just a smidge. The room is dark as I step inside, the silence ramping up my anticipation.
As the door shuts behind me, there’s suddenly a hand clamped to my mouth. Then I’m pulled back into a thick, hard chest. “Don’t scream, Princess, and you’ll make it out of here alive.”
Holy shit. As my pulse skyrockets, arousal floods my body.
“Cover her eyes,” he says, the rough tone making my kitty flutter. His breath ghosts over my ear as he leans close. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, I’ll have to shut you up, and I promise you won’t like it.” His words come out harsh, like he’s truly angry.
The temptation to test him, to find out what tricks he has, is hard to ignore. But for the moment, I obey, nodding against his fingers.
Just as my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, they’re covered, and I’m doused in complete darkness again. The fabric is satiny smooth. Probably the silk tie he removed while we were arguing. He tugs twice, then nods against my shoulder. “Good girl.”
Shivers cascade down my spine at his praise. Why does it feel so good to know I please him?
“I want her on all fours,” he says, once again talking to someone else . With his hand on my shoulder, he guides me forward. When my knees hit the bed, he pushes me onto my stomach with his palm to my back and holds me down.
“First I need to prep her,” he replies to himself, his tone slightly deeper.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he mutters in a voice more like his own. He yanks my pants down, groaning when he finds me bare beneath them. “Look at that, easy access. It’s like you want this. Like you were waiting for us to sneak into your room and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”
I whimper, suddenly starved for air. I’m dizzy with lust, bucking against the bed, needing his touch. He laughs behind me, still pinning me down with a hand to my back.
“Look at you, humping the bed. You need release?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
The sound of his hand cracking against my bare ass registers before the stinging sensation.
“Too bad,” he grits out. “We’re going to have you soaking these sheets before we give you what you need, Princess.”
“And we know what you need,” he adds in that darker timbre. “’Cause we’ve been following you. Watching you. Stalking you.”
My chest rises and falls, my breathing ragged. Aiden removes his hand from my back, the loss of him so acute, it makes my chest ache. Cold liquid hits my ass, startling a gasp from me. Then warm fingers massage slowly between my cheeks. When he presses his thumb inside my tight hole, I flinch.
“Breathe, Princess. I promise this will make you feel so good.”
With a deep breath in, I will my body to relax.
Aiden caresses my back, silent assurance and praise, as he works his thumb in farther. Then more liquid is poured onto my ass, and his thumb is replaced by a cool metal object.
“Holy shit,” I hiss, recognizing the feel of the anal plug.
“Stay,” he mutters. That single word is followed by the loss of his heat.
Seconds tick by, my clit pulsing more fiercely as the anticipation builds. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.
The bed dips. “Fuck her throat until her ass is ready.”
Desire ignites in my veins as his voice transitions to that stern tone again.
“On all fours,” he instructs, guiding me with his hands on my hips.
When I’m in position, he tilts my chin up.
“Open.” He grasps my jaw with the slightest force, and I eagerly oblige.
He feeds the head of his cock into my mouth, my lips against his hot, hard length, my tongue laving over the barbells. I gag almost immediately.
In response, he grips my throat and squeezes lightly. “You’ll take this cock all the way to here without complaint.” He presses against my vocal cords.
I hum in anticipation as he sinks deeper, the cool metal of each barbel warming against my tongue. When his tip is touching the back of my throat, when my eyes are stinging and I’m fighting for air, he squeezes my neck again. “Now swallow.”
I do as he says, and when I don’t gag this time, his hold on my throat becomes a gentle massage. “I can feel myself right here.”
“She’s doing so well.” His voice is deeper again. The way he transitions between soft and hard makes me wetter. My every fantasy floods me until they blend together, leaving me throbbing with need. “Now fuck her throat until she comes.”
I couldn’t. He couldn’t…
But I’m already so close, there’s a throb between my legs. Is it possible? Could giving him pleasure be enough to make me come?
Fisting my hair, he thrusts, his pace relentless. I’m whimpering and tearing up from the intensity. Without the ability to see my surroundings, I’m hyper-focused on every sensation. I can only rely on him to control me so I don’t fall forward or choke. Every move is more intense.
Without slowing, he pinches my nipple. The move has me flexing around the plug, and then my entire body bursts into tingles, and I moan around his cock. He pulls out quickly, jerking my head back as I cry out his name.
“Holy fuck, Aiden. I’m coming.”
The next thing I know, he’s sliding beneath me, sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Yes, you are. You’re dripping all over my face.
Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he rasps between sucking and licking and nipping at my clit.
When he impales me with his tongue, my eyes practically roll to the back of my head.
“I think she’s ready.” He punctuates the observation by sucking my pussy fiercely, like he’s trying to inhale me.
He slides from beneath me and replaces his body with a pillow. “Lean on this. If it gets to be too much, bite down on it so we don’t wake the entire hotel.”
“Cocky much?” I taunt.
Instantly, he lands a sharp slap to my ass, pulling a squeal from me. I’m not sure how he got there, but now he’s behind me, and already, my body is raring to go again.
He presses a soft object to my clit, and at the familiar tugging sensation of the massager, I moan, recognizing the rose he’s latched to me.
“Sit on his face, Princess,” he mutters. “He can take it.”
Obediently, I press my weight against the toy and relish the way the delicious pressure mounts.
Then the head of his cock is between my thighs, and without warning, he thrusts inside me. The force makes mebite down on the pillow to muffle the curse that escapes me.
“Oh, she likes your tongue on her pussy while I stretch her,” he says in that cold tone again.
Yes. Yes, I do. There isn’t a thing Aiden could do that I wouldn’t like.
“But she needs more,” he taunts. “Right, Princess? One cock isn’t enough for you. You need to be filled in this hole too.” He presses his thumb against the plug, teasing me.
“Yes,” I pant.
He pulls the plug out without slowing his movements, still thrusting in and out slowly, still rocking my hips against the rose that’s suctioning my clit perfectly.
I bury my face deeper in the pillow and release the cries building inside me.
By the time the buzzing starts, I’m already dripping with excitement. In anticipation of what’s coming next.
“Wet his cock so he can fuck you properly.” Aiden, voice harsh, wraps his hand around my throat and lifts me up, guiding the vibrator into my mouth.
I suck on it good, imagining it’s him. I’m so into everything he’s doing that he has to pull it from my mouth, the move creating a loud pop .
“She loves having your dick in her mouth,” he grits out. “She’s gushing around me right now.”
I moan, grinding against him, not embarrassed in the slightest by how needy I am. When he presses the vibrator against the tight ring of muscle, I tense.
Aiden puts a warm palm against my back, and in a steady tone, he talks me through it. “You love this, don’t you? You love feeling him sink inside you. Want to know a secret, Princess?”
Whimpering, I wiggle my ass, desperate to make the burn subside.
“I love it too,” he groans. “Love the feel of the vibrations against my cock. I can feel him working himself deep inside your asshole right now. You’re so fucking wet. Being shared like this turns you on, doesn’t it?”
I love every second. But what I love the most is that I’m with Aiden. That he cherishes me so much that he’s giving me this. Playing this game.