Chapter 29 #2
How I’m able to walk us to a table pushed up against a wall is beyond me, but I do. No time is wasted in lifting Aria, placing her on the table and making myself at home between her legs.
The way the purple fabric of her dress rides up and exposes her thighs is one of my favorite images of the night, but I have plans to make it better.
“I fucking love this dress on you,” I say after another kiss that has me catching my breath. My hands run up her thighs, bunching the fabric even more.
“That’s the response I’ve been waiting for since I sent you the picture,” she says, breathless.
“I had all intentions to reply to that message,” I say, my hand making its way to the apex of her thighs, pushing her dress up until her panties are showing. I let my finger graze the fabric, feeling her wetness.
“But you didn’t.” There’s bite in her tone, and I get the feeling that if she could stab me, she would. Not only did I hurt her by arriving with Sam, I hurt her by not responding to her message.
“I didn’t, and that was my first mistake.”
“You made others?” she asks with a smirk on her face, her hands coming to rest on my forearms as I continue to slide my fingers along long the fabric of her panties.
“One was not telling you I was coming. The other is making you jealous.”
She gasps at the same time I move her underwear to the side and my fingers finally touch her bare core.
“I wasn’t jealous,” she lets out as my fingers move up and down her pussy.
“I think you were.”
“I wasn’t. Jealousy and anger are two different things.”
A small chuckle escapes me, and I lean forward, my lips almost meeting hers again, but I refrain. “It’s okay to admit you were jealous. I was jealous too.”
“You were jealous of you walking in with your sister?”
My hand stops, and she lets out a whine.
“Never say sister again when I’m touching you like this.
” She gives me an eager nod as she scoots closer so I can get the hint to touch her.
After a minute of my finger caressing her clit, I speak again.
“I was jealous of the smiles Ethan was giving you. I wanted to wrap my hands around his neck and strangle him.”
I pinch her clit, and her head falls back as she leans more onto her hands.
She lets out a sweet moan before she speaks. “He was just being friendly.”
“I don’t care. I didn’t like it,” I say, the hand not playing with her pussy moving to my belt.
A room near a ballroom where a big event is being held isn’t the ideal place to fuck, but I don’t think either one of us is willing to wait.
It’s here and more later.
I’m almost free when Aria speaks.
“I was jealous,” she admits, her eyes closing in the process. She’s enjoying what I’m doing to her, and I’m itching to give her way more.
Abandoning what I’m doing between her thighs and with my belt, I bring both hands up to her face and cradle her cheeks. “I like you being jealous. Want to know why?”
From the corners of my eyes, I see her shift, bringing one of her hands to my chest and then sliding it down until she can tug at the waistband of my pants.
“Why? Why do you like me being jealous?” The question rolls off her tongue as she pops the button of my slacks and slides a hand into my briefs.
When her hand slides along my shaft, I have to take a second to remember how to speak. I close my eyes to think about something other than coming all over her hand. It’s only for a second, and when I open them again, I look straight into her eyes and give her my response.
“Because it means I have a chance of making you mine.”
Her hand wraps around me and tugs.
“Is that what you want? To make me yours?” Her voice is so damn seductive.
“More than anything.” I lean forward, bringing our mouths so close to each other that I can almost taste her again. “But only if you’d let me and it’s something you want.”
She brushes her nose against mine and pumps me once more. My cock grows harder by the damn second.
Her answer to my comment surprises me. “I do want that.”
I’m a bit stunned, and it takes me a second or two to figure out what to say.
“Yeah?” I ask, losing myself in her eyes and in her tugs.
She gives me a nod. “Yes.”
I kiss her again. There is no holding back when our lips fuse together. The hunger that was there a few minutes ago is still very much present, but now, it has intensified ten times over.
Aria continues to stroke me, and I can’t take it anymore.
“We’ll talk more about you being mine later. Right now, I really need to fuck you, or I’m going to be coming in your hand,” I say, pulling away, only for my lips to fall to her neck.
“Please do that,” she pants, finally freeing my cock from my briefs and bringing me to her entrance.
As soon as I feel her warmth on the head of my cock, I never want to pull away, but then I remember why I may have to.
“I don’t have any condoms on me,” I say, resting my forehead on hers.
“We can go without one.” Her lips graze mine, and she slides me along her folds.
“Aria…” I nearly growl, not sure how much more of this I can take.
“I want to feel you, Elliot. I want to feel all of you. It’s okay if we go without one. I’m okay with it. Are you?”
My head nods eagerly. “Yes.”
I pull away from her just enough to see the sexy smile she gives me.
“We’ll add it to the list of things we need to talk about. For now, please fuck me.”
I drop my hands from her face and slide into her with my hand over hers, the other resting on her thigh.
The second I’m wrapped around her warmth, I feel like I’m in the middle of a euphoric episode I never want to leave.
When I’m fully situated inside her, I have to take a second to contain myself and not turn into a damn animal, but it’s becoming harder with each millisecond.
After a second more of trying to gain control, I give up.
“This is going to be a quick one, baby. I promise to make it up to you when we get home.”
She nods eagerly. “Give me everything you got, Elliot.”
Maybe it’s the need for her. Maybe it’s what I feel for her. Whatever it was, I let go of all control and do exactly what I promised. Fuck her.
My slacks fall to my feet, and Aria’s legs tighten around my waist with every thrust. Her heels digging into me.
Moans, groans, and whimpers fill the small bubble we’ve created, driving us both to where we want to be.
I feel her nails digging into the back of my neck, scratching me and no doubt leaving every mark imaginable.
I’m sure anyone else would have told her to stop, that it was painful, but to me, it feels amazing, and I don’t want it to stop.
I thrust into her harder, my forehead falling to hers as our lips meet once again.
“Elliot…” She breathes out my name like it’s a song.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you.” Her lips meet mine for a quick second before she pulls back. “Touch my clit. Please, I need to come.”
Her legs start shaking around me, her pussy gripping my cock so damn tight, the feeling might replace how much I love her nails digging into my skin.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, Aria? You are nearing the edge,” I ask, my face falling to the exposed part of her chest as she leans back slightly.
“Yes.” The word is a combination of a moan and whisper, and it drives me wild.
“Then let’s get you there.” I place a kiss on top of her breast and raise my eyes to hers.
Then, I thrust into her, hard, my fingers never moving from her clit.
I watch as her mouth pops open in pleasure. I watch as she so desperately tries to keep her eyes on me but fails, squeezing them shut. I watch as her chest heaves, as my cock slides in and out of her, coated in both our pleasure.
I watch as she comes undone, her release coating every inch of my cock. It’s the most marvelous sight I have ever seen.
She crumbles around me, her pussy strangling my cock, pulling over the edge with her.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as I release everything I have into Aria.
My eyes closed at some point, and when I reopen them, I’m see an expression on Aria’s face I haven’t seen her wear before.
It’s one full of happiness, but under that happiness is something else I can’t pinpoint.
Admiration? Love? Both? I don’t know, but I like seeing it.
I want to do everything in my power to see it every day.
“Are you okay?” she asks, bringing a hand up to my face and caressing my cheek.
I lean into her touch. “Yes. More than okay,” I say, meaning every word. “Are you okay?”
She gives me a lazy smirk. “Definitely, but I think I would be way better if we went home and did that again.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Let’s go home then.”
It doesn’t go unnoticed that we both said home. Where home is, I don’t really know, but with time, Aria could very much be my home.
We finally separate and spend the next few minutes cleaning ourselves up. Aria, being the nurse she is, pulls out a pack of wipes from her clutch to help with the process. When I ask her about them, she just tell me she always carries them because she never knows when a mess is going to be made.
A mess was indeed made between us.
It’s takes us a total of five minutes to get all our clothing back in the right place and to wipe things clean.
“My place or yours?” I ask after sliding my jacket back on and holding out a hand for her.
“Yours, because then I can get French toast afterwards,” she says, weaving her fingers in with mine.
I snort. “You can ask for French toast anywhere.”
She just gives me a shrug. I shouldn’t be happy she wants to go back to my place and likes my cooking, but I am.
With our hands threaded, we start making our way back toward the ballroom.
Since my intention is to go home and let Aria have her way with me, I simply move to tell Samantha to catch a ride with Grayson, who gets told to sleep somewhere else tonight, and to let Aria say goodbye to Sophia.
Ethan sends me a smirk when he sees Aria’s hand in mine, and I flip him off.
The second Aria says her last goodbye of the night, I pull her out of the room toward the penthouse.
For the first time in a long time, I’m excited to go home.