Chapter 29
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“ W here are you going?” I yell as I hear him walk up the stairs.
“One sec,” he calls over his shoulder.
I bury my hands in my face, reliving how I just rode Aaron Olson’s hand to orgasm. That was not on my 2025 Bingo Card. I giggle, loving it. I’m seriously loving every single thing about tonight so far.
“Oh my God!” I squeal, seeing him emerge with the angel wings on.
“Alexa, turn the lights red,” he says, and the entire room goes red. I laugh while admiring his body in just jeans.
“What’s in your hand?” I ask, seeing some kind of satin material.
“A tie.”
“Oh?” I breathe, surprised and definitely turned on.
“Give me your wrists.”
Yes, sir. I extend my hands, fucking giddy about whatever he has in mind.
“I’m feeling creative,” he says, tying my wrists together.
“Are you?” I raise my brow.
“Lay on your back,” he commands, grabbing the whipped cream.
To say I’m smirking is an understatement as I shimmy into a comfortable position on my back. Staring up at him, my buff fucking cherub, I love this unfolding fantasy. He shakes the can, and I bite my lip, my eyes darting from one of his muscles to another.
Aaron lifts my hands above my head. “Keep them there.” His hand slowly trails down my arm, to my chest and then to my stomach.
“Or what?” I sass.
He sprays my neck, and I flinch at how cool it feels.
“Sarah,” he breathes, shaking his head. “Do you play like this? Do you know what you’re taunting?”
I laugh, nervous. “I’m punching above my weight class, I’m learning.”
“Mmm,” he responds, straddling me, not disagreeing.
Aaron Fucking Olson. So many surprises.
His tongue slowly and very deliberately licks the cream off my neck. Then he sprays my chest, slowly dragging his tongue to take all of it. His body scoots down before he sprays my lower stomach. Holding eye contact with me, he licks it, his tongue all the way out. What a fucking tongue … long and thick.
“Aaron,” I pant, so ready for that tongue to continue south.
“Lift your hips,” he says, pulling down my underwear and putting it in his back pocket.
“Hey!”
“These are mine now.”
“Such a thief!”
He chuckles then sprays the top of my pussy. I audibly breathe as he licks it off. Spraying my slit, I squirm before his tongue slowly licks and stays in place between my legs.
“Aaron,” I breathe as his tongue teases.
Diligent. Detail oriented. Commanding. Adventurous. He likes to please. So many points for Aaron Olson. My first townie. My last townie? I wonder before that fucking tongue takes all of my attention.
“Just like that,” I pant.
It’s Valentine’s Day, and a sexy ass angel is between my legs. Role play. This is something I need to do more … a lot more, especially with Aaron.
“Aaron!” I moan, becoming overwhelmed at the way his tongue is going at me. His fingers hold me in place, not letting me squirm. He moves his hand to my low stomach, applying gentle pressure. “Fuck!” I whine. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
“These noises. Keep making them,” he says, muffled between my thighs.
Part of me wants to play with his hair, but what would happen if I disobeyed him? I’m getting the growing feeling that his kink level is off the fucking charts.
Fuck it. I get a hold of the can with my tied hands and squirt a line up my stomach. The noise makes his eyes look up at me. They’re hungry, and he licks all of it up before he’s hovering over me.
“You wanted my attention?” he growls.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“I was in the middle of something.”
“Sorry. I just …”
“You wanted to be a brat. I know.” He bites my shoulder hard, and I exhale loudly. “Don’t test me again.”
I run my tongue across my teeth, so badly wanting to say, Or what?
“Don’t do it, brat,” he breathes. “You might not like it.”
I close my eyes, sticking out my tongue. “I think you’re right,” I barely whisper.
He grabs behind his back, pulling out my underwear, then shoves it in my mouth. “Now shut the fuck up so I can finish what I started.”
I inhale sharply. Aaron Olson … the dom …
The girls are going to fucking die when they hear about this.
He grabs my legs, putting both of them over his shoulder, and then slams his tongue back into my clit. I moan upon contact, obsessed with this and every fucking detail of tonight.
His fingers squeeze my thighs before I feel two fingers enter me. Moaning, I am thrilled they’ve been added back into the equation. The licks, sucks, nibbles … I’m on the edge, ready to come again for him. But then the rhythm of his fingers changes, going slower. The flicks of his tongue become delicate. He’s fucking dragging this out. I moan in protest.
“A little longer, baby,” he says, and I feel his breath on me.
I moan again, begging. He chuckles, then gets back to work. Fuck. I am going to explode. Lost in the sensations and the thrill, I shudder, my head jolting back, screaming into my gag.