Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
B riar
I’ve lost all my inhibitions now. His cock must be a good eight inches and has a wide girth. By the heat in his eyes, the tensing of his jaw… well, he looks like a man who is about to lose his load and something about that knowledge makes me feel powerful.
He reaches down and begins to circle my clit, making me so needy. I’m gripping his cock tight as I chase the high I’m feeling. I don’t know why Aaron is different than other guys I’ve been with. Maybe it’s all the alcohol I’ve consumed.
He lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn tight.”
I moan from the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. He’s so big and it feels too good. My palms land on his chest as I begin to move faster. Aaron thrusts his hips inside me, making the friction feel painfully good. I need more. My body is building as I ride his glorious cock. Aaron reaches up and tweaks both nipples. I cry out. My head tilts back as I get lost in riding him faster, harder. I fall over the edge. He falls with me, both of us fucking like rabid animals. Sex has never been like this before. I ride him until I am limp and breathless. When I fall to his side, Aaron is breathless too. He pulls me into him and sucks in a breath of air.
We are both breathing fast and neither of us says a word, but all I am thinking is Aaron was wrong. I didn’t feel in control at all. I felt like I was completely out of control because Aaron Murray is so much more than I bargained for, and I don’t know what to make of that.
* * *
Loud knocking at the door pulls me from a deep sleep and a very sexy dream. Aaron was giving me my fourth orgasm.
“Are you guys alive in there?” It’s Levi’s voice.
“You guys?” I question and open my eyes. Aaron is fast asleep in my bed. My eyes bug out of my head. I quickly look under the blanket to see that I’m buck naked. Oh shit. That wasn’t a dream, or at least part of it wasn’t a dream. The memory of getting off in the elevator floods my mind.
Levi continues to knock. “Yo, bro, get the hell up. It’s Christmas Eve, let the festivities begin.”
I want to get out of bed and find some clothes, but I can’t do that without pulling the sheet off Aaron. He’s fast asleep and I take in his features. The sharp cut of his cheek and jawbone. The way he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping.
“Get lost,” Aaron barks, cracking an eye open. He catches me staring. “Briar,” he mutters. Followed by a “Briar?” that’s a little louder. His eyes are now wide open and he’s sitting up in bed. His fine chest and abs on display as I hold the sheet over myself. He looks down at me and gives me a crooked smile. “Item number two, check.”
“Aaron, OMG. I can’t believe we did that.” I pinch my eyes closed, as if it will take the embarrassment away.
“Chill. This is no big deal,” he says and then he’s rubbing at his temples. “I drank way too much last night.”
I feel a light throb behind my temples too. “I have acetaminophen,” I say. “But I can’t get it.”
“Why not?” he asks.
“I’m not wearing any clothes.”
“I’m pretty sure I saw all of you last night and you didn’t seem to mind,” he says.
“That’s because the alcohol clearly made me brave. Don’t read into what happened. I’m sure it was the alcohol’s fault that I orgasmed so much.”
His jaw drops. “Are you joking? It was all me, Buttercup.”
“Why are you calling me, Buttercup?”
“Because of your hair. It reminds me of The Princess Bride. Now don’t change the subject,” he says.
“Aaron, what the hell?” Levi barks through the door. “Meet in the lobby restaurant in ten.”
“Twenty,” Aaron shouts. “That should get him to go away.”
“I’m taking the sheet,” I say, pulling on it. I leave Aaron with a blanket. Not that he needs to hide his body. He is seriously sculpted from stone.
“Whatever,” he says as I wrap the sheet around me and walk over to my makeup bag, where I packed a few meds I might need. But before I make it there, I spot a closed condom wrapper on the floor. I pick it up, staring at it like it’s a UFO.
“This is closed. Please tell me you had more than one?” I watch Aaron in a panic.
“Nope, I only had the one, and truthfully, I didn’t think it was going to come into use,” he says, confusing me.
“We had sex,” I state.
That’s when his green eyes bulge. How drunk was he last night?
“Oh no. Oh no.” I start walking in circles as my panic builds. “You’re going to give me an STD, aren’t you?”
“Are you freaking serious right now? That’s what you’re worried about?” Aaron says, gripping the edges of his hair.
“Yes, I’m on birth control so that part is covered, but it doesn’t protect me from your overused cock.”
“My what? You came all over my cock,” he states. And damn, he isn’t wrong. His cock is glorious. I blink, that isn’t the point right now.
“But you’ve been with so many girls,” I say, as if he didn’t know.
“I get myself tested. I’ve always worn a condom,” he informs me.
“Right, just like last night?” I ask.
“I’m not explaining myself. I don’t even know what happened last night. We were both drunk and apparently very needy. Might I remind you, I gave you three orgasms,” he states, seeming angry now.
I blow out a breath. “Sorry for freaking out. I’m just panicking.”
“You don’t need to worry about an STD. I was tested a month ago and haven’t been with anyone since,” he tells me and he isn’t looking at me. I can tell I’ve hurt his feelings.
“Thanks for telling me. Sorry for freaking out. So, I guess we’re fine. I’ve never done this before,” I say quietly.
That gets him to look at me.
“I mean, hook up with someone I barely know,” I explain.
“You know more about me than most people,” he replies. Then he whips the blanket off him and stands to his full height. His cock is semi-hard and beautiful. My jaw drops because without beer goggles on, I see how incredibly handsome he is.
He catches me ogling him. He laughs and shakes his head and then he heads into the bathroom.
While he’s in the bathroom, I pace the room with the sheet wrapped around me.
I hear the shower turn on and the bathroom door opens. “Get out of your head, Briar.”
My head snaps over to him still comfortable being buck naked.
“Easier said than done,” I confess.
“Do you want to take a shower?” he asks.
“Y-you mean with you?” I stumble over my words.
“Yes.” He grins. “I may have been drunk, but I remember promising you a fourth orgasm.”
Oh my. Can’t say no to that.
“Stop overthinking,” he commands.
“It’s not bad to overthink,” I tell him.
“You want in?” he asks in what feels like a last-ditch effort.
I nod and drop the sheet.
“Damn, woman,” he hisses and licks his lips. “Now you get to see what I can do sober.”
The raspy promise in his voice causes a clench between my thighs. Why am I still reacting to him like this sober. I enter the bathroom, which is filling up with steam. The shower is a stall that is enclosed in glass with one wall of beige tiles.
“Let’s get washed up first,” he says, reaching down for the body wash I left in here.
He lathers up his hands and I think he’s going to wash himself, but his hands land on my shoulders, then move down to my armpits before moving to my breasts. He tweaks my nipples as he washes me and wetness pools between my thighs. This doesn’t make sense. I stand here, completely at his mercy, waiting for what he’ll do next. He takes his time washing my belly then slides his hand between my thighs and my breathing picks up. Aaron is attentive as he locks eyes with me. He licks his lips.
“Do I still need to ask permission to kiss you?” he asks.
He’s breathing just as fast as I am. His cock is hard and ramrod straight against his stomach.
His hand moves back and forth, rubbing my clit.
“Permission granted.” I lean into him first and our lips lock. A hunger unleashes between us. It doesn’t make sense, but it feels like an uncontainable fire. I need closer to him; I need him to rub me faster. I reach down and fist his cock and begin to pump. His fingers move faster over my clit.
“I should grab that condom,” he says, breaking the kiss.
“You’re clean and I’m on birth control. What difference will it make now?” I reply. I know somewhere in the back of my head I should be more responsible but when he’s touching me like this, all reason escapes me. He lifts me up by my thighs and I squeal. Then I wrap
my legs around him and he lowers me. I use my hand to guide his cock inside me and as he enters me we both moan together. The feeling is glorious.
“You’re so tight and wet,” he notes before his lips are on me again. The fire licks between us like an uncontainable beast. It wasn’t the alcohol last night. It was Aaron. I bounce on his cock. He holds on to my ass and his legs are strong enough that he can thrust into me hard and strong.
He is grunting and cursing while I moan. “Shit, I’m going to come again.”
“That isn’t a bad thing.” He laughs and then he is pressing his cock inside me. I bounce harder, squeezing him tighter. I go off like a rocket driven by the hunger of my orgasm, fed by the clench inside me that won’t satiate. The need to have him rub me harder, pound into me stronger. When he comes it sets me off more. His deep husky grunts. The way he loses control has me feeling unhinged. When we both come down from our high, he slowly lowers me and hangs on to the wall for a minute to catch his breath. We wash up quickly and I head over to the sink wrapped in a towel to brush my teeth.
“I know you think this should be one night, but we have two more nights here. It can be our little vacation fling,” he suggests while I am awkwardly brushing my teeth. I don’t even know what’s happening. I’ve never experienced sex like this before.
“Okay,” I say, my tone too high-pitched and awkward. I rinse the toothpaste out from my mouth.
“I’m going to head back to my room and get dressed. I’ll see you in five,” he says.
“You don’t need to wait for me to head down to the lobby.”
“That’s not how this little fling is going to work, Buttercup. You’re mine until we touch down in Michigan.”
I wonder where that will leave me afterward.
“Okay,” is all I manage to say. I think he fucked me stupid.