18. Chapter Eighteen #2
Aaron lets out a deep laugh that makes my insides twist as he tightens his grip on my waist.
“So fucking bossy,” he says, just before his lips covet mine and my entire body loosens. He kisses me slowly, his lips smooth like silk. His tongue finds mine rather quickly, and I deepen our kiss, pulling him into my space as I let myself pretend that it’s real.
That this man wants me as badly as I want him. Aaron shifts as I pull him on top of me, his mouth finding my bottom lip as he gently sucks it before caressing my tongue once more. My cock jumps in my briefs as he settles his weight on me, his hardness brushing against my body in reciprocation.
I shift my position, partly to get comfortable, but also so I can feel more of him. I want to feel every inch I can. My hands trail over his body, finding his hips as he straddles me. Instinctively, I thrust upwards, grinding against his solid cock as his hands settle on my waist.
A deep groan escapes my throat as I slide my hands over his ass, squeezing just the slightest; trying to hold on as I fall deeper into the moment, the fantasy.
He breaks our kiss, gazing down at me. For a split second, he says nothing. All that can be heard is our heavy breath and the loud beating of my heart in my own ears. All that can be felt is this fire, this heat between us and the heaviness of my cock as his throbs against mine.
I look up at him, finding those deep amber eyes once more as reality settles in my brain.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been underneath a man in this capacity and the fact is not lost on me.
My cock throbs, my body aching to feel his in every way.
“Tell me what you want, Jacob,” he says, his voice soft, almost reverent.
“I—” The words are stuck in my throat. There are too many of them.
His cock twitches against mine, and I gently squeeze his ass, pushing him against my cock. His gaze holds mine.
“Tell Daddy what you want,” he says, grazing his lips against mine, causing my cock to twitch again. The way he turns me on is insane. I’ve never been with anyone who could get me so keyed up from just making out like a damn teenager.
Maybe it’s the exhaustion or the heated look in his gaze. Maybe it’s my aching cock and its selfish need to feel the pleasure I know is waiting for me on the other side of my submission.
But whatever it is, I blame it for the words that fall out of my mouth without warning.
“You,” I say carefully. “Aaron, I just want to feel you.”
Aaron kisses me harder than the last time. He thrusts himself against me.
“How do you want me, baby?” he whispers against my lips. “How do you want to feel me?”
His lips graze my jaw as he thrusts against my cock, slowly and my eyes fall shut.
“Be very specific,” “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I let out a deep sigh, knowing I’m signing my death certificate for sure.
Tomorrow morning will come, and this perfect date—because tonight was the perfect date—will end.
We’ll be back to square one—to pretending and putting on a show.
Planning our shark-themed event and hanging out with his family and…
Garrett. I tense at the thought, not wanting to think about the fact my former client is here.
I haven’t told Aaron about my involvement with Garrett and I know I should, but I also don’t want to poison our carefully curated relationship with something that happened years ago.
It’s in the past, and I don’t want to go back there.
I don’t want to think about how I was used.
And that’s exactly what Garrett did. He played on my naivete, he played me like a fiddle.
It wasn’t about the money, even though it was a good paycheck.
It was about how Garrett made me feel. Like I was somebody he wanted.
Garrett Tempest fed me a fantasy, and I bought it without a second thought because I was twenty.
I wanted to believe a man like him could want a man like me.
I wanted to be the Julia Roberts to his Richard Gere, and stupidly I thought that was what was going to happen.
I close my eyes as I tense, trying to shove the thought away of how devastated I felt.
Aaron kisses the spot beneath my ear, his lips hot on my skin.
The words that fall out of my mouth are my undoing. The fantasy I’d sworn I would never buy into again rears its ugly head, and it’s too tempting to resist.
No one, not even my ex-boyfriends, had ever asked me what I wanted.
I press my palms against his ass, pushing him to grind against me, because the feel of his cock against mine feels too good. Memory resurfaces of his hand wrapped around both of us, and I groan.
“Tell me,” he whispers as he kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.
I thrust up against him as I tug his underwear in my fist. “Off. I want these off.”
He grins against my shoulder as he kisses my skin. “Then take them off me.”
Something about his tone makes my insides melt like ice on a hot sidewalk.
I don’t think twice as I shove them over his ass and down his legs. He shifts out of them and we roll over a bit. I grab his hands, guiding him to my briefs. I push his hands, and thankfully he gets the message. He smirks as he cups my cock through my briefs.
“I want to feel your cock against mine,” I breathe. “I want you to make me come like last time.”
His grin is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Is that so?”
I nod.
He runs his thumb across my head, and I realize from the touch, there’s a hefty wet spot where he’s touching me.
“You didn’t say please,” he teases, taking my lips once more as he strokes me through my briefs.
“Please, Daddy,” I moan into his mouth.
His reciprocated groan makes my cock jump and he lets go of me. His hands make quick work of pushing my briefs down and he helps me shimmy out of them.
Aaron slides his cock against mine, and I groan. His hand wraps around us and the combination of his strokes and my thrusts feel too good to resist.
“So close,” I murmur.
He chuckles.
“No coming until I say so, baby.”
I groan as he quickens his pace, my balls already drawing tight.
“Aaron, please—” I plead, and he stops. He just… stops.
All I can feel is his hardness throbbing against me, our combined precum dripping between our shafts. I huff out a frustrated sigh.
“Don’t stop—” I mewl. I’m too close, and I need to come. I need him to make me come.
“Please.”
He shifts down my legs, and I think I’ve fucked this up somehow.
That he isn’t feeling this, that he’s stopping and going to leave me hanging here as punishment or something, but before I can protest, he nudges my legs apart and settles between them.
I look at him as his gaze meets mine and he smirks.
Before I can speak, his mouth wraps around my head and I groan, my cock twitching from the sensation.
I reach out to grab onto something. A sheet, a pillow, anything my fingers can find to ground myself because the minute he takes my cock to the back of his throat, I know I’m going to come.
“Aaron, I’m going to come,” I breathe, my balls drawing tight once more, and then he stops.
I growl in frustration.
“Aaron!”
He chuckles.
“Now you know how I feel,” he says as he gently presses his fingers over my seam. I shiver, my cock aching from the touch.
“What?”
“Now you know how I feel,” he repeats, teasing my hole with the edge of his fingernail. “Every time I kiss you. Every time I touch you.”
My breath is heavy as He presses into my hole, and I tense.
“You are so fucking hot like this,” he murmurs. “So hot when you come for Daddy.”
“Aaron, please, I’m begging you—” The desperation in my voice is not missed, and neither is the wicked grin on his face.
He slides his finger inside me, and I’m a goner. I barely get the words out before I feel his mouth wrap around my cock as he thrusts his finger deeper and my legs tense up. My entire body locks up and the moan that escapes my mouth is not quiet.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” I cry out, the sound a mixture of anguish and relief.
Oh fuck. I hope nobody heard that…
Aaron doesn’t let up as my entire body unravels beneath him. He swallows every drop with a contented moan and my eyes fall shut, my vision going white behind my eyelids.
Holy fuck.
I have never felt an orgasm this intense before.
What kind of magic shit is this?
I blink as he pops off of me, chuckling darkly. His body shifts beside me until his face is in front of me, his lips close enough to kiss.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, guilt racking me. “I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t help it.”
He chuckles as he kisses me. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I can taste myself, which is weird, but not at all bad.
I kind of like it, to be honest, so I kiss him back. I caress his tongue and savor the taste. The mix of myself and him is sweet and tangy.
“I know,” he whispers. I reach for his cock, but he stops me.
“What about you?” I ask. I don’t want to leave him hanging. Not after this man just gave me the best orgasm I think I’ve ever had.
Something shifts in his gaze. His eyes glisten.
“You don’t have to,” he says. The words are weighted, and I feel their depth.
“I want to,” I whisper. He kisses me again, softer this time as he lets my wrist go.
I wrap my hand around his cock, swiping my thumb through the bout of precum collected at his slit.
I shift us so he’s beneath me and settle myself between his legs much in the same way he did with me.
I look up at him, at that glaze in his eye. He looks scared, nervous almost.
But what does a man like Aaron Everett have to be nervous about?
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod as I push his legs up. He lets me without hesitation. I nod.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. I grab his balls as I position myself and swipe my tongue along the tight skin outside his hole and he tenses, letting out a surprised sound. Clearly he didn’t expect this, and that alone makes me smile.
I grasp his cock with one hand as I swipe my tongue over him once more and this time he relaxes.
I lick and probe him with my tongue, getting him as wet as I can.
His body tenses and I stop the same way he did with me.
I can tell by his curses that he’s getting close. I groan, realizing that I’m hard again.
Seriously, this has never happened before with another person. Just him. That fact is both a balm and a curse.
Aaron Everett is going to ruin me, I can feel it.
He’s going to destroy me for all men in the future.
I get lost in the sounds he makes, in his deep moans. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
I think I’m going to come again just from eating this man’s ass and listening to his fucking moans.
“Can I come, baby?” he asks, his voice strained and full of lust.
I freeze at his words. He’s asking me for permission.
This insanely hot, rich, successful man is asking me for permission to let him come.
If that’s not a power trip, I don’t know what is. The pride that swells within me is like a switch has flipped.
He’s at my mercy. I’m in control. Of this, of him.
My cock weeps from the realization, and I let out a sharp breath. I look up at him, at that glistening look in his eyes. His cock pulses in my hand.
“Yes,” I say, because I can’t deny him when he’s looking at me like this. Like I’m the answer to his prayers.
I take his cock into my mouth as I slip my finger inside of him, and he hisses out a string of curses, jumbled together with a deep growl. His cock throbs in my mouth, the burst of his cum hitting the back of my throat and nearly choking me from the onslaught.
I continue to pump my finger inside of him, stroking his prostate as I suck his cock. I can’t get enough.
I’ll never have enough.
Fucking hell.
When he’s finished, I swallow the last bit of him and remove my hand. Aaron pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face in my shoulder. I shift into his cuddle, feeling the beginnings of sleep take hold.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my shoulder as darkness takes me without a care.