Chapter 10
aris
I’d watched Danielle all through dinner since she sat across the table from me, positioning herself between Raine and Molly. She apparently knew of Molly from her work in the theater program, but they’d never actually met in person. Noah was quiet next to me, not saying a word as he finished his roast, potatoes and vegetables and excused himself from the table before I even finished my first glass of wine. Sushi was perched on top of the carpet-covered tower Jason built for her, judgmentally watching us out of slitted eyes.
I’d have to ask Noah later if something was wrong, but first I wanted to make sure Danielle got settled. I helped Raine carry in her things after dinner and set everything in the room Cynda and Noah had cleaned out earlier today. It was sparse—just a futon, a desk and chair, and a small chest, but she seemed grateful.
“Can I get you anything else?” I asked after settling her on the futon. I’d put a thick foam mattress topper on the thin futon mattress and made sure she had clean sheets and plenty of blankets.
“You’ve been so kind and helpful.” She looked down at her hands for a moment, playing with the amethyst ring she wore on her right ring finger. “I really don’t deserve all this special treatment.”
I sat on the edge of the futon and took one of her hands into mine. “I know we’re just getting to know each other, but I feel like I should warn you that I get attached to people quickly. Ask Noah—once I befriended him at the gym, and he showed interest in me, he basically was never getting rid of me.”
She giggled. “I’ve always been the opposite.” Her confession came out in almost a whisper, casting a serious mood over the room.
“Well, we can’t help our attachment styles.” I thought back to some psych class I took as an undergrad. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. If I’m too touchy-feely, just tell me. I can back off.”
“No…” She gave me a sheepish smirk. “I like how touchy-feely you are…”
“You do?” If I wasn’t mistaken, a soft blush was creeping across her face.
“Well, yeah… I’m not a very assertive person, you may have noticed. I have…um…issues…” She made a vague gesture to her body.
Issues? I didn’t know from her gesture if she meant her body—which was lush, curvy and rather delectable—or just her general existence, but I was impressed she was opening up to me like this. It didn’t seem like that was the norm for her. I had a way about me, Noah always said. People felt comfortable confiding in me.
“You get up on stage in front of thousands of people and sing your heart out,” I said. “That takes serious balls as far as I’m concerned.”
The little giggle was back. “Hey, I don’t have balls!”
I laughed along with her. “So you say… Maybe I’ll get to find out firsthand at some point?”
A smoldering gaze beamed out of her dark eyes, twisting up my insides and sending blood rushing to my cock. “Whenever you’re ready, Aris.”
The way she said my name almost made me shudder. Damn, she has no idea how sexy she is, does she?
“Seriously though…damned impressed by what you do on stage. When will you hear back about your audition?” I tried to keep the conversation focused on her.
“Probably tomorrow.” Her smile vanished now that she was focusing on her injury again. “But I don’t see how I can perform like this.” She gestured toward her cast.
I squeezed her hand in solidarity. “How long did they tell you to stay off it at the ER today?”
“Six to eight weeks in this cast—but then I’ll go to a boot for a while,” she said with a sigh. “Do you think your boss would see me so I could get a second opinion?”
“Sure, of course. Or at least I can put in a good word for you with Doc Riley.” I winked.
“I’m sure you’re very persuasive.” Her lips twisted to one side in a smirk as her gaze roamed over my body. She was flirting with me—and not even being coy about it.
She was more assertive than she thought.
I moved closer to her. “Danielle…” I tucked a piece of her long brown hair behind her ear, and she shivered under my touch.
“Yes?”
“Do you mind if I kiss you? I know it won’t heal your leg or anything, but, damn, you’re just so beautiful, and I haven’t been able to think of anything else since you got here.” I watched her smirk become a smile when I continued, “But feel free to tell me I’m being an insensitive asshole if you’re not in the mood. I know you had a rough day, and it was one hundred percent my fault. You don’t owe me?—”
“Just shut up and kiss me, Aris.” She leaned forward until her last few words fell on my cheek, poising herself to receive my lips.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her against me on the bed, my lips finding hers and ravenously taking my fill of her luscious mouth, our tongues tangling and dueling for control.
For someone who wasn’t assertive, she sure was a confident kisser.
Desire surged through my body, and my cock, which was already hard, became painfully engorged. All I could think about was how long it’d been since I’d slid into a hot, wet pussy. I usually bottomed when it came to sex with Noah, and the idea of topping a beautiful woman was nearly enough to make me come right in my pants.
Fuck, what am I, eighteen?
I needed to get my act together. I needed to seduce her, get her to want me as much as I wanted her—if that was even possible.
She was wearing a long skirt, which was hiked up her thigh so her cast was visible. I tugged on it gently. “Would you be more comfortable with this off?”
Her hooded gaze met mine as she caught her breath from our kiss. “Perhaps…”
“You’re sure you’re okay with this? I know you’re on medication, and I don’t want to take advantage?—”
She lifted her hips. “Take my skirt off, Aris.”
I very carefully eased the elastic-waist skirt down her hips and thighs, being careful not to touch her casted leg. She lifted her pelvis a little more to free the fabric from under her ass. Once I got it to her feet, I was able to slide it to the floor. She sat up a little then, crossing her arms over her exposed torso.
I rose up onto my knees and stripped my own shirt off, smiling when her lips parted into an O at the sight of my bare chest. I was going to up the ante and see what happened. I climbed off the bed and took off my pants, leaving me standing there in a pair of hunter green boxer shorts with a gigantic bulge in the front, which pulsed when her gaze landed on it.
My words came out in a rasp, “I want to see you.”
“I guess that’s fair…” She opened her arms and lay there, presenting herself to me. She still wore a loose peach-colored sweater that complemented the warm undertones of her skin, but it rode up high enough to reveal the palest pink silk panties, almost the same shade as her skin. There was the tiniest lace detail at the front with an itty-bitty bow that did crazy things to my insides.
She was so soft, so feminine, like a lovely pink rose in full bloom. My fingers trailed down one thigh, and I wasn’t surprised at all to find her skin was petal-soft. “Damn it, Dani…”
Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at me from beneath them. “What?”
“You’re so gorgeous, I don’t even know where to start. How about the sweater? Are you attached to it? Would you mind giving it up?” I bargained with her.
A sly smile curled her lips. “I could be convinced to part with it.” She lifted it over her head and tossed it aside, her hair falling back around her shoulders as she did so. She bit her lip and stared at me—the ball was obviously back in my court.
Leaning forward, I captured her lips again, hungrily expressing my need as my pelvis pressed into hers. The contact made me throb against her. I wasn’t going to last long if I didn’t find some semblance of control.
What would Noah do? echoed in my head. My boyfriend never suffered from coming too fast—he was so precise and methodical in everything he did, including lovemaking. Trying to get him to lose control was like my lifelong ambition.
Then I had a rogue, fleeting thought: wonder if Dani and I could do it together? Make him lose control…
He’d been pretty clear he wasn’t interested and was even a little leery of me staring a new relationship. Though he’d seemed to grow comfortable with the idea after my first date. I still wasn’t sure why he’d changed his mind so fast…
“Aris?” Danielle broke our kiss. “Everything okay?”
“Oh, yes, sure…I was just about ready to bargain you out of that bra and panties.” Her bra was one of the underwire ones with peachy-pink lace that matched the panties. Her ample breasts spilled out the top, just begging to be touched and caressed. I needed all obstacles to me doing so out of the way.
She reached behind herself and unhooked it, a devilish smirk playing on her lips the entire time. It was almost like she was leaning into her natural role as temptress with the way lust radiated from her eyes, which raked over me as if she couldn’t wait to see what I would do next.
I hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties. “These too…please?”
She nodded, lifting her hips to allow me to slide them down her legs, once again being careful not to touch her cast. Before I knew it, she was completely naked and spread out for me like a gift.
Her expression said it all: what are you gonna do now?
I knew exactly.
First, I leaned down to her breasts, cupping their full mounds, one in each hand. She arched her back and let out a little moan when my tongue encircled one of her beautiful, responsive pink nipples. I spent a little time coaxing it to maximum hardness as she gasped and sighed, then I gave it a tiny nibble. When she tilted her pelvis up, seeking contact, I nibbled a little harder, causing her to groan, “Aris, oh my god…please…”
“Please what?” I didn’t look at her, just moved my mouth to her other breast to repeat the same process, teasing and titillating her nipple until she was writhing in a frenzy.
“Please…I need…” She raked her fingers through my hair and coaxed me further south.
Pride rushing through me at my efforts thus far, I settled between her thighs and slowly lowered myself until my mouth hovered over her mound. Her hair down there was brown and a little crinkly, but mostly straight. It looked so soft—I couldn’t help but run my fingers through it, causing her to squirm. I was right—it felt like silk against my callused hands.
Her tummy was round and spilled slightly over the top of her mound, and when she spread her thighs a little wider, her rosy-pink lips glistened with moisture, awaiting my touch. I wanted to dive right in, but I knew I needed to take my time. Her hips bucked, seeking more contact, so I gave her a few light finger strokes, tracing the seam between her pussy lips.
“Aris…” she nearly hissed.
I couldn’t wait to make her come undone. I was leaking precum all over the sheets, and I would be lucky to last two minutes once I got inside her, so it was imperative that she come now all over my tongue.
One soft lick, and then I followed it up with a firmer one as her fingers continued to dig into my scalp, pushing my head closer to her pussy so she could grind against my mouth. Holy hell, that’s hot.
“I can’t normally come this way,” she said, the words slurring together on a moan. “But…fuck…I’m so close…”
That was all the positive reinforcement I needed to continue. My tongue traced circles around her clit in a steady rhythm as her climax built. There were no more words, only unintelligible sounds of need and impending ecstasy as she took what she needed from me. When I sucked her clit into my mouth, she gasped, “Yes, oh, god, yes, Aris! Oh, fuck…that’s it… God, I’m gonna come.”
A gush hit my tongue as she bathed me in her juices, writhing, bucking, twisting against my hands that held her firmly by the thighs as I rode out the storm. Then the waves gradually subsided, and her body came to a rest, a stillness as a soft, satisfied sigh spilled from her throat.
I looked up to find her hair fanned around her, framing her face on the white pillow, her skin flushed with a rosy tint. Her arms lay limply at her sides, and she had all the stiffness of a noodle as her chest heaved with her recovering breath.
“Fuck, Aris…I never would have thought?—”
“What, that I could eat pussy like that?” I licked my lips and sat back on my heels.
“I didn’t know what to expect, but you blew all my expectations away.”
“I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
“Yet being the operative word…”
“Does that mean you’re ready now?” Still on my knees, I straightened my torso, arching my shoulders. I took my hard cock into my hands and stroked it from base to tip. A glistening bead of precum dripped down the veiny shaft.
“Give me a second to catch my breath,” she begged, “and then yes…”