Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
A aron
My head has been spinning all day. Who knew that watching a sunrise with a pretty girl would have my head in such a mess? Maybe it’s life that’s messy and I’m just a product of that mess. I don’t even know what I’m saying. All I know is Briar is wearing a pretty floral dress. It hits her mid-thigh and gives her a little cleavage in the front. It isn’t the usual kind of dress that girls wear to a club but it’s pretty and refreshing, just like she is. Damn, I have it bad. I shouldn’t have convinced her to dance with me because I’ve had one too many shots. This morning when we watched the sunrise, I was feeling sorry for myself. I spoke to my parents the night before and they both sounded happy. They’re having fun touring Italy, but it was their happiness that got to me. What is Dad going to do when she’s gone? What am I going to do? I can’t think past the thought because Briar places a hand on my shoulder, and she begins to sway her hips. I can tell she’s tipsy too. Something about her touch soothes me. Having her body rub against mine lights me on fire and makes me forget all my problems.
A slow smile curves my lips as we move in rhythm. I press my leg between her thighs, bringing us closer. I also bend my knees because there is a serious height difference between us. My lips graze her neck, goosebumps pebble her skin. She can deny it all she wants, but she’s reacting to me too. There is something about being this close and touching her that has me unhinged.
“I knew we would have chemistry,” I whisper against her ear.
I’m turned on AF and my husky voice gives me away.
“It doesn’t make sense,” she replies. That small answer feels like victory.
“Not everything in life does,” I counter. I don’t usually pursue girls. They come to me. Being on the hockey team means I have access to a lot of interested girls and it was enough. Until I set my sights on Briar. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’ve rejected every girl who’s come on to me. I seem to have a one-track mind.
“No, I suppose it doesn’t,” she agrees.
Our eyes lock. “Would you smack me if I kissed you?”
She laughs. “Smacking isn’t the first thing that comes to mind.”
“What is?” I stare into her light-blue orbs, feeling like I’m lost at sea. I’m pretty sure I just got the go-ahead. If not then she’s going to have easy access to knee me in the balls. She tastes like sweetness and rum. I’m not expecting her to open up to me so easily, but her fingers come up to tangle in my hair and her tongue mingles with mine. I grow hard as a rock having her small tight body against mine. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know we must be putting on quite the show, but I don’t care. I’ve been waiting for this and she’s giving in to me. Into this heat that’s been unfurling between us. She grinds herself down on my thigh, and all I can think about is, this girl has never orgasmed. Suddenly, I feel like I’m on a mission.
“We should get out of here,” I suggest and wait for her response.
She licks her lips and nods.
I take hold of her hand and walk over to Levi to tell him I’m leaving.
Levi looks over to Ivy and asks her if he can stay in her room tonight. She nods.
“I need to talk to Taylor,” Briar tells me. Her skin is slightly burned, but she looks flushed and her lips are swollen and wet. I want more.
We walk over to Taylor, who doesn’t notice us at first because she and Hawk are all over each other. Briar taps her shoulder to get her attention.
“I’m leaving,” she says.
She looks over to me. “I knew it,” Taylor splutters.
Hawk pulls her into him and their faces get mashed together as they kiss.
“I think she was planning on staying with Hawk anyway,” Briar says.
“You good to leave?” I ask.
“Yes.”
We head outside where a line of taxis is waiting outside the club.
We hop in the back of a cab. I give the driver our hotel information. I place my hand on her thigh. Everything inside me is pulsing. I need inside Briar. My hand moves up her thigh until it disappears under her dress. My finger curls under her panties. She’s soaked for me. I find her clit and rub circles. She holds on to the door handle, working hard to control her reaction to me.
I lean into her and whisper, “You’re fucking soaked for me.”
She pinches her eyes closed as her breathing picks up. I feel her swelling beneath my touch, which means she’s close. I feel victorious when she moves my hand away. Her blue eyes are two round orbs.
“There’s no way I’m having my first orgasm in the back of a cab with the driver in the car,” she says very quietly.
I fully understand. I put my finger in my mouth and suck on her juices. She watches me with what I think is a stunned expression. The cab drops us at the entrance to our hotel. After paying the cabbie, I take her by the hand and lead her inside the lobby.
The alcohol in my veins is still so potent.
“You were close,” I say to her.
“Maybe I was,” she replies with nonchalance. She must be feeling this heat. This need to rip each other’s clothes off. I don’t know how she is being so cool right now.
I lean into her and rub my lips against her ear. “Are you still wet for me, Buttercup?”
I watch her throat bob. “Yes.” It’s a raspy whisper.
I press the elevator button. I look around but it’s late and the lobby is empty. I pull her into me and bend my knees enough to kiss her. She takes it like a champ, kissing me back with as much hunger as I’m kissing her. I back her up against the wall and press myself against her. My cock is rock-hard.
A whimper escapes her as she pulls on the strands of my hair.
“Fucking hell, Briar, you’re driving me crazy.”
“You probably say that to all the girls you’ve been with.” Her words sting. I don’t really try with other girls, so that just isn’t true.
“I’ve never sweet-talked a girl before, Briar.”
“What makes me different?” she asks.
“You’re sassy, taking no shit personality, your hot body,” I say to her. I’m drunk so I am probably not doing a good job of sweet-talking her.
We get on the elevator and the doors close. I press the button for our floor and the moment the doors close, she’s pulling me into her. Our bodies crash together and our lips collide. I pin her to the wall and guide her legs around my waist. We are so hungry and drunk we fumble as I dry fuck her against the elevator wall.
She begins to moan. I want to take her hear and now.
“Not like this, Aaron,” she cries out. Damn, she’s close again. For a girl who’s never orgasmed, we are batting almost two for two.
“Why? It’s sexy,” I reply. “Do you want to come on my cock, Briar? Is that how you want to have your first orgasm?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m so close, Aaron.”
“Come, beautiful. I’ll make you come again; I promise.”
“That isn’t going to happen,” she assures. “You don’t understand, I’m not wired that way.”
“You seem to be wired just fine,” I counter, rubbing my cock against her heat.
She goes off in the elevator, falling over the edge. Crying out in sheer ecstasy. I’m not even inside her and this girl is reacting to me. I tweak her nipples and kiss her deeply, swallowing her cries of ecstasy. I’ve never felt hunger like this before. Never reacted to someone like this before.
When the elevator pings and the doors open, my eyes open. I gaze at her and lower her. “Are you good?”
She nods, clearly speechless.
I take her hand like a man on a mission. “You’re room or mine?”
“Mine,” she replies.
I guide us to her room, which is next to mine. She uses her key card and we enter the room and close the door, fumbling in the darkness. We kiss each other as I try to figure out how her dress comes off.
“It’s a halter. It goes over my head.” She removes the top part of her dress, exposing a bare chest. I hiss taking in her breasts. They’re small and her nipples are sharp rosy peaks of glass. She’s also got crazy tan lines that for some reason are sexy as hell.
“Damn, Briar.” I dip my head, taking her breast in my hands and licking her left nipple.
She moans as I swirl my tongue and nip at her pointed buds. I fall to my knees to have better access and she runs her fingers through my hair. I’m so turned on from touching her that my cock bobs behind my pants.
“Aaron,” she breathes.
“I need you on the bed with your legs spread,” I order.
She gives me a deer in the headlights look. “I don’t think so.”
A devilish smirk quirks the corner of my lips. “Why the hell not?”
“We aren’t doing that,” she announces, holding her ground. It’s crazy that I find her stubbornness a turn-on. Even more crazy is I’m getting off trying to break her strong will.
I take a step toward her, my hand landing on her left breast. I rub circles over her nipple.
“You aren’t a fair player,” she rasps.
“I want to make you feel good. You just orgasmed in that elevator. I want to make you come again.”
“I want you inside me for that to happen,” she replies. Fuck yes.
“Can you trust me, Briar?”
“No,” she deadpans.
“I need you to, gorgeous. I want to give you lots of orgasms. I’m not going to stop after eating your pussy because I can’t wait to be buried so deep inside you that everyone in this hotel will hear you screaming my name.”
“Holy shit.” She licks her lips.
“Now lie back on the bed,” I say, tweaking both her nipples again. It clearly gets her hot and bothered.
She steps out of her dress, leaving her in a pair of cheeky, black lace panties.
My teeth bite into my lower lip. “Do you even get how beautiful you are?”
She climbs on the bed, giving me a view of her fine ass. I slowly unbutton my linen shirt.
“You like what you see?” I ask because it looks like there are two flames in the middle of her blue eyes.
“You know you’re a good-looking guy,” she states.
I laugh and pop the button on my jeans. I remove them, stumbling a bit because I am still far from sober. I keep my boxers on. I’m so hard I’m tenting inside them.
She squeezes her legs together, clearly needing relief. I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, a very hungry man.
I tuck my hair behind my ears and then slowly spread her knees open. All the while I’m looking into her eyes. She has me under a spell and she doesn’t even know it.
I slowly remove her panties. “As hot as you look in these, I want to taste all of you.”
I spread kisses up her thigh and she squirms from my touch. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips. When my tongue makes contact with her tight bud, she bucks and moans. I flick my tongue along her clit back and forth, back and forth. Her moans get more intense as her pussy swells. Her hips begin to thrust against my tongue and she curses.
“That feels so good,” she mutters.
I insert a finger inside her, and she loses it. Her pussy is so hungry for my tongue. I move my tongue faster and feel her swell even more. She’s close now.
“It’s too much,” she cries out.
“Ride the wave, Buttercup.”
She tips over the edge but before she does, she says,“Aaron.” She holds on to my head as I pump her with my fingers and lick her sweet juices. She has quickly become my favorite snack.
When she comes down, she has a lazy sated smile.
“That was orgasm number two,” I state, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Have you always been an overachiever?” she asks playfully.
“I’m a winger, Briar, it’s a forward spot. I play first line. I didn’t get there by not being an overachiever.”
“I don’t know anything about hockey, but I get what you’re saying. Now I think it’s only fair I take care of you,” she says. Who am I to argue?
“What are you proposing?” I ask.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”
“Easy fix,” I tell her, removing my boxers.
She moves to put her mouth on my cock and I stop her. Her lower lip pushes out. “I’ve been wanting inside you since that elevator ride,” I explain.
“Don’t expect a third orgasm. I’ve never orgasmed from penetration before,” she informs me, and hearing those words from her luscious mouth causes a bead of cum to escape my tip.
“Why does the word penetration sound so good coming from your mouth?” I rub my thumb along her jawline, taking in her pretty features. “I’m not worried about getting you there, Briar. I own two of your orgasms and, by the end of the night, I plan on owning a lot more. Athletes are competitive. I don’t like hearing I can’t do something. It makes me want it more.”
“Game on,” she encourages and she starts to laugh. So do I. She sits up on her knees and I wrap my arms around her back to draw her into me. Her skin is warm. Her fingers run down my shoulders. I spread kisses along the column of her neck. Her head lolls to the side, giving me access as she rests her arms over my shoulders.
“Your body is so tight. You must be very flexible,” I note.
“I am.”
I dip my head and claim her lips. I’ve never kissed anyone so intensely. So passionately.
She falls back and I hover above her. My cock rests heavy between her thighs. The moist heat of her rubbing against me drives me crazy with need.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks.
I fumble to the floor and pick up my jeans. I retrieve my one condom.
I lie back on the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I want you to ride me.”
She blinks and laughs. “No way in hell.”
“Trust me, it will feel like heaven not hell.”
“I’m not doing that,” she protests. It’s weird I find her defiance so sexy, but I can’t help it.
“Why not?” I ask, truly intrigued.
“I’m just not.”
“Gorgeous, you like to be in control. Tonight, you let loose and now I’m passing that control back to you.”
She licks her lips. “Fine.”
I laugh. “Don’t be angry. You’re going to enjoy this. Come here.”
I grab hold of her waist and guide her to sit on my lap, spread-eagle. “Is it weird that I like kissing you?” I ask.
“I don’t know. You’re a good kisser.” She leans forward and we are kissing again. Her breasts rub against my chest and my hands drop to her firm ass.
Fire breaks lose between us. I tweak her nipples, knowing she reacts to it. She begins to grind down on my cock, rubbing her juices all over me. I’m losing my mind.
“I need you inside me,” she pleads.
“Have at it.”
Her eyes narrow. I think she may protest but she reaches down and guides my cock inside her. I’m lost in this girl, in the feel of her. In the way she rides me unhinged.