Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Aaron jerked awake. Neon lights from the street below streamed through the sheer curtains, casting the room in an eerie pink haze. It took him several moments to remember where he was—Vegas—and what exactly had woken him up, and then he grinned.
“Trouble sleeping?” He was able to make out the top of Riley’s head as it lowered toward his cock.
“You didn’t let me finish earlier.” She surrounded his engorged flesh with her mouth. Damn, the woman gave great head. He closed his eyes, struggling to keep from coming too soon. If this was any indication of how she intended to wake him up in the future, he was going to die a very happy man. He fought back a chuckle at the image of an elderly Riley going down on him when they were old and gray.
Her teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock and he groaned. Her hand gripped the base of his dick tightly, moving in time with her mouth. Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to take long. He’d spent too much of the day in a constant state of arousal to try to hold off the impending climax for too long.
Riley released his cock with a pop, looking up at him. “I’ll let you choose,” she said when he started to protest her abrupt end.
“Choose?”
“I can finish this blowjob until you come in my mouth or I can crawl on top of you and give you the ride of a lifetime.” He stared at her for several moments until she giggled. “Trouble deciding?”
“I want both.”
“Greedy bastard,” she teased.
“Climb on, Riley. We’ll see who enjoys the ride more.”
“What about the blowjob?”
“Oh, I’ll get that. Later. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when.”
She shook her head and he watched her grin grow as she straddled his hips. “Giddy up,” she said with a laugh.
She slowly sank down on his cock and he fought the wave of lightheadedness that accompanied her movement. He gripped her hips and attempted to direct her motion, but he should have realized such an effort would be wasted. She paused, leaving him seated to the hilt, the heat of her pussy almost scalding.
“If you want me to continue, sugar, you have to follow my lead,” she said. “Why don’t we put those hands of yours to better use?” She grasped his hands, dragging them up to her breasts. “I know how much you like boobs.”
He pinched her nipples in response, pleased by the sound of her sharp inhalation. “Don’t get used to the driver’s seat, Riley.”
“Aaron—” she started, but he cut her off.
“I’m not a passive lover. We’ll play this your way for now, but I don’t make any promises that it will end with you in charge.”
The muscles of her pussy fluttered against him. His comment seemed to knock her off balance for only a moment and then—as always—his girl recovered her equilibrium. He squeezed the globes of her breasts and she grinned, resuming her ride.
She took his cock inside her body like she lived her life—fast, hard, wild. It took all the strength he possessed not to come too soon. She knew exactly how to time the strokes, where to touch him to drive him mad, what to say to push him to the brink. Jesus, she was magnificent.
He moved his hands away from her breasts, savoring the smooth, soft texture of her skin. He skimmed his fingers along her waist to her hips before turning inward, toward her pussy. He delved between her legs, lightly caressing her clit with one finger before burrowing deeper. He rimmed the opening of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her body taking his cock inside her. She gasped when he gathered some of the moisture created by their bodies and used it to rub her clit more deeply.
“God, I love that.” She trembled as she spoke. He’d learned earlier that she responded strongly when he stimulated her clit. Her pace increased as he pushed more firmly. She mimicked his motions as her arousal grew and took over. Her eyes were closed and he loved the complete rapture that covered her face a second before her orgasm claimed her. She was a vocal lover, her cries loud and lovely. As the climax reached its crescendo, she fell forward.
Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted them on the bed until she was beneath him, his cock still buried inside her. “Ready to hand me the reins?”
Her eyes opened at his request. “What did you have in mind?”
“I thought I’d surprise you.”
She smiled. “I like surprises.”
“I know.” He reached for her legs, hooking his elbows in the crooks of her knees. “Feeling flexible?”
“Hit me with your best shot.”
He lifted her legs and bent forward. The position left her knees nearly perpendicular with her shoulders and her pussy wide for his attention.
“I’ve noticed you like it hard.” He kissed her, letting his lips and his words tickle her cheek.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Hold on, Mrs. Young.” He punctuated his warning with a quick, hard thrust and Riley groaned. He repeated the motion several more times, rejoicing when he felt the muscles of her pussy signaling her coming climax. Having sex with her was more fun than his fantasies had been. She far surpassed every wet dream he’d ever had about her.
He pulled out, releasing her legs.
“Hey.” She frowned when he moved away.
“You’re going to have to learn to control those orgasms of yours.”
“Why?” she asked, and he laughed. The question was so typically Riley. She never denied herself any pleasure she wanted. Squeezing every bit of joy out of life she possibly could.
“Because it will make the reward that much sweeter in the end.”
“Screw that. Actually, screw me. I was getting close.”
“Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘quality, not quantity’?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much in bed?”
He didn’t bother to answer, instead rolling her onto her stomach and trapping her legs beneath his thighs. She started to push herself up, so he placed his hand at the top of her back, holding her against the mattress.
“Aaron, what—” Any further comment she could make was cut off when he placed a sharp smack on her bottom. “What the hell are you doing?”
He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back. “Have you ever been spanked?”
“What kind of question is that? I’m one of seven rambunctious kids and you’ve met my pop. Of course I’ve been spanked. Hell, I think my pop spanked you once when we broke his?—”
“I mean sexually, Riley.”
“I don’t think spankings are even remotely sexy.”
“Have you ever tried it?” he asked.
“Have you?”
“Oh, hell yeah.”
She laid her head on the pillow beneath her and sighed. “How did I not know all of this about you?”
He bent forward and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek before allowing her to roll over. He sat up while she lay on her back looking at him. “We’ve never really discussed our sex lives.”
“That’s not true,” she said. “I’ve told you everything about mine.”
He paused to consider her comment and realized she was being sincere. She’d told him way too much about her past love life, as far as he was concerned. It had eaten him alive to hear all the gory details about her being with any man who wasn’t him. Even so, he’d listened and commented and pretended for years that every word she spoke didn’t cut through him like a knife.
“You never asked me about mine, Riley.”
“Would you have told me?” she asked. “If I’d looked at you and said, ‘What floats your boat between the sheets, Aaron?’ Would you have mentioned the spankings, the butt plugs, the dominance and God knows what else?”
Would he have told her? He wasn’t sure he would have. For some reason, he’d wanted that part of his life to be separate from her. He hadn’t lied earlier about wanting everything or nothing from her. Perhaps that was why he’d been so reticent in regards to telling her about his own sex life. Sharing even stories with Riley would have reminded him of what he wanted from her that he’d never expected—until yesterday—to receive.
“I wouldn’t have told you,” he confessed.
“Why not?” He could tell his answer hurt her. “We’re best friends, Aaron. I honestly thought I knew everything there was to know about you.”
“Would you have wanted to know all of this? Why does it matter? Until this morning, you’ve never viewed me as a man you’d want to fuck. I’ve always just been reliable old Aaron—your good buddy, your pal. You want to know what floats my boat between the sheets? I like to be in control in bed. If I tell a woman to get to her knees and suck my cock, I expect her to obey. If my lover is naughty, she can be damn sure I’ll turn her over my knee and spank her ass. I like my pleasure with the slightest hint of pain. I love exploring all the unspeakable places on a woman’s body and pushing her until she cries for mercy.”
Riley stared at him for several long, painful moments, but he refused to break the silence. She’d pushed him and he’d pushed back. Gone were the days where he handled this woman with kid gloves. It was time she saw, time she understood what made him tick.
“I’d never cry for mercy.” She rose up until her face was inches from his.
“What?”
“I’d only ever cry for more from you.”
He blinked, trying to decide if he’d truly heard her or if he’d just imagined her response, until she continued.
“I’d be a liar and a fool if I pretended not to want you. Just be warned, I’m not a woman who’s commanded easily and if you ever try to do anything I don’t want?—”
“Riley, you don’t even have to finish that sentence. You know better.”
She nodded. “You’re right. I do. So…you think spanking someone is sexy? Why?”
He grinned. “Do we want to do this show or tell style?”
She considered his request. “What if I’m not into pain?”
“Jesus, Riley. I’m not talking whips and chains and leather. Just my hand and your firm, sweet ass.”
“Firm and sweet, huh? I thought you were a breast man.”
He shook his head. “T-and-A man, all the way. I could never choose.”
“What if I hate it?”
“I stop and we mark it off our list.”
“We have a list?” She giggled at the thought.
He shrugged and tapped his head. “It’s in here. We’ll just have to find our way like any other married couple. I can promise you now, though, there’s nothing you could refuse to do in bed that would break the deal. I’m married to you because I love you. Sex is only a part of our relationship.”
She nodded. “Okay then. I guess we’ll try the ‘show’ route. Do I get to return the favor one day?”
“You wanna spank my ass?” He wasn’t surprised by her request. He knew deep inside their sex life would be one continual power struggle after another. There was a large part of him that looked forward to that challenge.
“I’d love to spank it,” she confessed.
“We’ll work up to it.” He smiled as he spoke the words and she gave him a dirty look.
“I’ve noticed you say that a lot when you don’t like the way the conversation is going.”
He tapped his brow again. “It’s all going on the list. I swear.”
“Mmm hmm. Just so long as you remember,” she imitated his tap on her own brow, “I have a very long memory.”
He groaned. “Sadly, that is one thing I know about you all too well. Lay down on your stomach.”
She looked confused for only a moment before she complied. “Don’t you want me sprawled out facedown on your lap? Isn’t the point to make you feel all powerful?”
“The point is to make you feel all hot and bothered, which is why I’d prefer it if you were sprawled out facedown next to me.”
He lay down on his side with his head propped up by his left hand. With his right, he softly stroked her bare ass.
She hummed happily. “That feels nice.”
He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I always want to make you feel nice.”
“You’re doing a helluva good job so far, but aren’t you sort of missing the point of this ‘show, not tell’ event?”
“You are the most impatient woman I’ve ever met.”
She grinned. “Thank you.”
He chuckled—and then brought his hand down against her rear end hard. She jerked and he could see he’d surprised her with his strength.
“Ouch.” Her voice was low, rather than pained, but he knew his blow had definitely struck some nerves.
“No good?” He repeated the motion.
Her flinch was less visible this time and she didn’t respond to the pain his action brought. “Is it supposed to be good?”
He spanked her three more times, his gaze never leaving her face where it rested on the pillow. He could see her struggling to accept his spankings.
“How does your ass feel?”
“Sore.” She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder, down her back. “It’s hot as fire. Are you leaving marks on it?”
“Hope so. Open your legs.”
She hesitated.
“Trust me.”
She shrugged and then spread her thighs. He rubbed one of her ass cheeks gently before moving his fingers to her pussy. He breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered the proof of her arousal. “You’re wet.”
“Seems to be my permanent state around you lately.”
He smiled. “I like that.”
“Figured you would.”
He dipped one finger inside her passage and she groaned. He pulled out and then thrust inside her with two fingers several times before removing his hand and placing three more hard blows on various parts of her backside. She jumped in surprise and started to speak. He bent down to kiss her, quickly returning his fingers to her pussy. She moaned into his mouth as his lips claimed hers, as he savored the taste that was so uniquely Riley.
He repeated the same action several times until she was squirming against his fingers when they fucked her, raising her ass off the bed to meet his hard hand.
“Feel good?” He massaged her heated flesh. He looked down, enjoying the image of her ass marked by his hand.
“God, yes,” she answered on a ragged breath.
He fought back the grin growing, certain Riley would misinterpret it. “What do you want, Riley?”
Her eyes, which had been closed, opened slowly to focus on him. “I want you inside me.”
“Bend your knees, lift your ass in the air but keep your head down.” She shivered slightly as he issued his command and he rewarded her obedience with a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re amazing.”
“I’m horny as shit.” She used the droll tone he loved so much. She might play his games, but she would never stop being herself.
“Guess I’d better see what I can do to take care of that.”
“Seeing as how it’s your fault.”
She reached above her head, her palms lying flat against the headboard to support herself. She loved fast, hard fucks.
Lucky him. So did he.
He put just the head of his cock inside her, looking down to admire her body. Her ass was warm to the touch. He rubbed it, savoring the heat until she squirmed and tried to push against him.
He placed another smack on her bottom, a hard one, and she groaned. “You will wait for me, Riley.”
“Dammit, Aaron.” Her words were muffled, her face buried in the pillow.
He hit her again on the other ass cheek. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
She shuddered and he knew the effort it took for her to bite her tongue. He had no doubt once she’d gotten her orgasm, she would read him the riot act for acting like a superior ass. He smacked her again.
It would be worth it.
After several more blows, she gave him the one word he’d been waiting for.
“God, Aaron, please .”
To hell with restraint. He wanted her—badly. He pushed in with one forceful thrust. She screamed and he felt the climax he’d denied her earlier start to return. She used her hands against the headboard, working in counter-rhythm to his motions, increasing the power of each incredible shove into her hot body.
She came, but he refused to acknowledge it. Refused to give up his personal heaven on earth so soon. Over and over he moved into her body, his grip on her hips tight as he pulled her toward him. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
Her second climax came, stronger than the first, and he let it pull him into the vortex. “God, Riley.” The words came out on a groan and she mimicked it with a moan of her own.
“Jesus, Aaron. You’re going to kill me.”
He pulled free of her body, only to help her flip onto her back. She trembled when he pushed his half erect cock back inside. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew he wasn’t ready to part from her yet. She sighed contentedly and stretched her arms above her head.
Resting his weight on his elbows, he took her face in his hands and kissed her softly. When they pulled apart, he pressed his forehead to hers, fighting back the grin trying to claw its way onto his face. His eyes must have given him away because she scowled at him.
“Cocky bastard.”
“It was good, admit it.” He kissed her again but didn’t give her a chance to escape.
“It was tolerable.” She shrugged noncommittally as she said the words but he wasn’t fooled.
“It was awesome, Riley. The best.”
“Don’t get carried away, sugar.”
“Say it, Mrs. Young. Say ‘You just rocked my world, Aaron’.”
She snorted with laughter. “If I say it, will you let me go to sleep, you lunatic.”
“Only if you say it and mean it.”
He was shocked to see her face—usually playful—sober up. “You rock my world, Aaron.”
He immediately noticed she’d changed the tense of the verb. “I love you, Riley.” She hadn’t given the words back yet, but he wasn’t worried. He knew she’d fight admitting that emotion harder than she would the marriage. He didn’t mind. He knew her feelings even if she didn’t, and he was nothing if not patient. He moved off her body, twisting her until they were spooning.
“Good night, Aaron.”
“Night, angel.”
She giggled softly and he could tell by the sound she’d be asleep within the next minute.
“What’s so funny?” he whispered.
“I’m not an angel.”
He tugged her closer and pressed a kiss on the back of her head. “You’re my angel.”
She sighed and he heard her breathing turn to the quiet, relaxed sound of sleep. He rubbed his face in her soft hair, following her into dreamland with a smile on this face.