Chapter 29
lukas
I would never get tired of the way she tasted. It was muted due to the clothing, but I could feel the dampness my mouth and tongue was adding to.
I could feel the slightly pulsing of her clit as she drew closer and closer to falling over the edge.
Drawing orgasms out of Aimee was quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do, and I hadn’t even been able to do it all that much.
Her hands were threaded through my hair as she ground herself against my face. I wished the leggings weren’t in the way, but until we were in my hotel room, I wasn’t going to take any item off of her. I wasn’t kidding about her being for my eyes and ears only.
“Oh, God,” she panted.
I sucked harder while pulling the seam tighter against her and I felt her tense, shatter and then grow lip. I sat up, licking my lips, and stared at a satiated Aimee sprawled under me. She was grinning sleepily up at me, and I bent over and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Come on, let’s head inside before you catch a cold,” I said, standing up.
She giggled as I hauled her to her feet and then over my shoulder.
“You know, there are other ways you could carry me,” she said, poking me.
“But only this way allows for this.”
I brought my hand up, and brought it down on her ass—not hard, but sharp enough to make her moan.
“Lukas.”
I smacked the other cheek and she whined.
I had a feeling the first time I’d done it—which had been a pure reaction on my part—that she wasn’t opposed.
I hadn’t lied about the romance books either.
I wasn’t sure how much of what I read Aimee was truly into, but I’d guessed at a few of the things that I thought she’d be down for.
The spanking was just fool’s luck on my part.
I rubbed my hand over the sting and I felt the moan vibrate through her.
I let her down once we got to the doors, and once inside it was a mad dash to the elevator.
Staring at her, I was thankful that Eloise and Annalise had offered to do a girls' night with Zara—which meant my suite would be blissfully empty.
The doors dinged shut, and Aimee launched herself at me, but I held her back. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout.
“Put it away, pretty girl.”
“Kiss me then.”
“I will, but first we need to lay down some ground rules.”
She continued to pout, so I cupped the sides of her face so she’d look at me.
“I want nothing more than to have sex with you. I want that to be perfectly clear. I want that to happen tonight.”
“Me too,” she breathed out.
“We do this at your pace, Aimee. I told you before I wanted nothing more than to bend you over the couch and fuck you, and one day I will, but that won’t be tonight.”
“I don’t remember seeing a couch in your room anyways,” she said.
I tsked. “If for any reason you are uncomfortable, you tell me to stop. For any reason. You say stop, and I will. You have to tell me how you’re feeling, what you like, what you don’t.”
She leaned back against the opposite wall of the elevator—only her upper back and shoulders resting against it.
I watched as her head fell back and she brought her finger to her mouth.
She looked thoroughly debauched. Her lips were red and a bit puffy, her eyes glazed with desire.
She bit her fingernail and smiled impishly at me.
My cock jumped in my pants at the sight of her, and I contemplated with hitting the emergency stop button and fucking her right here. The only issue is that would go against everything I’d just been saying.
Aimee deserved for her first time to be in a bed, and not against a metal wall. We’d have other times to knock that off the list. I had a feeling she’d love being pinned between me and a wall as my hips pistoned between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she grinned.
Her eyes were glued to the front of my pants where I knew I was hard. I could feel the pressure of the zipper on my jeans against my overly sensitive skin. I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open.
We stared at each other for what felt like no time and too much time, before Aimee bolted from the space. It took me another moment to move. She squealed as she ran down the hall, but it took me seconds to catch her. My arm looped around her waist and dragged her against me.
I hissed a breath through my teeth as her ass ground against my cock. Bringing my mouth to her ear, I blew a breath and then licked the outer edge. She moaned and the sound headed south, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t put her down as I walked the last few steps to my door.
I didn’t remember taking the key out, or opening the door. The next thing I knew I had her on the bed, my body hovering over hers. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and where heat and lust had been prevalent before, now I could see shyness.
Her eyes fluttered shut as I brushed a loose lock of her fiery hair back from her face. My fingers trailed across her soft skin, marveling at how beautiful she was. I leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her lips, and I felt her lips move against mine.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, pretty girl,” I whispered, my lips ghosting over her face.
I felt the breath she inhaled before speaking.
“All of a sudden, I’m nervous.”
I pull back just enough, so I can meet her eyes as she opens them.
“About what?”
I ran my hand over the top of her head, comforting.
“I…I’ve…I’ve never been naked in front of a guy before.” Heat suffused her cheeks and I bit back a grin.
“I think you’re forgetting that morning in the shower.”
I didn’t think her cheeks could get any brighter, and the blush was creeping down her neck and disappeared under her shirt.
“That was different.”
I nipped her jaw, and she tried to stifle a moan.
“You’re right, I was on my knees for you. I had my face buried in your pussy, feeling you come on my tongue.”
The air whooshed out of her, and I stole a kiss.
Nudity was not a problem.
“I…I also know that there will be pain.”
I hold her gaze. “There might be some discomfort at first,” I said, tucking her hair back away from her face. “I promise I won’t hurt you. You control this, Aimee. I just need you to tell me what does and doesn’t feel good.”
She nodded.
“And as for you being naked…”
I hauled myself off of the bed, off of her, and started stripping out of my clothes. It was probably the quickest I’d ever shed all the layers, but in moments I was standing naked in front of her.
I watched as Aimee’s eyes glazed and hooded as her gaze trailed down my body, and I gripped the base of my cock the same time her eyes landed on it. I could still feel the way her mouth had sucked, kissed, and lavished my length—the memory drove me mad in the best and worst ways possible.
Aimee’s thighs pressed together as I slowly pumped my length. I grinned at her. “Sweet girl,” I said.
Her eyes slowly came back up to meet mine, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Your turn. Strip.”
She sat up and tried to reach for me, but I took a step back. “Uh-uh, strip. Then, play.”
All hesitation was gone, and her clothes were flying off her body. She was just as perfect as the day I found her, trembling and blissed out in the shower. All creamy white skin, a few freckles on her shoulders, one on her hip that I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on.
She was soft looking, and her breasts were enough to fill my hands—the perfect size.
I knew that one of the reasons she had been nervous about being naked was the fact that she didn’t look the way she used to, and the scar on her knee bothered her.
I saw someone who had been through one of the worst things imaginable and was finding a way to live again.
“Lie back, pretty girl,” I said, my voice a bit lower, a bit rougher.
My cocked ached to the point of pain, and I didn’t think I was going to last very long. I watched as she scooted back on the bed, before I turned around and grabbed a few condoms from a dresser drawer.
“So many.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Better safe than sorry. I don’t plan on letting you out of this room anytime soon.”
It was just before midnight, so we had plenty of time to play.