CHAPTER TWO #2
His lips are firm but gentle, moving against mine like a man on a mission to claim his prize. There’s no fumbling, no awkward teeth-clashing or too much tongue. He kisses like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and what he’s doing is driving me absolutely wild.
I moan against his mouth, my fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes heat pool between my thighs. He tastes like beer and cigarettes.
Without breaking the kiss, he starts walking, carrying me toward the stairs like I weigh nothing. His hands tighten on my thighs, and I can’t help but roll my hips against him, feeling how hard he is already.
He groans into my mouth, and the sound sends a shiver down my spine.
We barely make it up the stairs.
He stops twice to press me against the wall and kiss me senseless, his hands roaming over my body like he can’t get enough. By the time we reach the top, I’m a panting and desperate mess, grinding against him shamelessly.
“Easy, butterfly,” he murmurs against my lips. “We’ve got all night.”
Hell yeah.
He carries me down the hall to his room, kicking the door closed behind us before setting me down on my feet. The loss of contact makes me whimper, but he’s back within seconds, his large hands framing my face as he kisses me again, slower this time but no less intense.
“I need to tell you something,” he says when he finally pulls back, his breath coming fast. “I’ve got... particular tastes.”
I blink up at him, trying to clear the fog of desire from my brain. “What do you mean?”
His thumb traces my bottom lip, and his eyes follow the movement. “I like to be in control. In bed. I’m not a gentle man, butterfly,” he clarifies quickly. “But, I won’t hurt you. I just…need you to know what you’re getting into.”
Instead of answering with words, I rise up on my tiptoes and press my mouth to his, sliding my tongue past his lips in a bold move that makes him groan. When I pull back, I whisper against his lips, “Show me.”
Something dark and hungry flashes in his eyes, and then he’s kissing me again, harder this time, walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. His hands go to the hem of my tank. He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside.
His eyes darken as they roam over my bare chest. “Fuck, look at you.”
I’ve always been self-conscious about my small breasts, but the pure appreciation in his gaze makes me feel beautiful. His large hands cup them, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, bending to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sends electricity shooting through me, and I cry out, my fingers threading through his hair to hold him right where he is.
He sucks and licks, alternating between gentle and just this side of painful. My knees start to shake, threatening to buckle.
He catches me easily, one arm around my waist, and lowers me onto the bed. Standing over me, he reaches back, grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulls it off in that sexy way hot guys always do.
“Wow.” I lick my lips, staring at his torso covered in tattoos and more muscles than I expected for a man his age. His chest and arms are decorated in colorful ink, his abs chiseled like a greek god.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands going to his belt.
I watch, mesmerized, as he unbuckles it and then unbuttons his jeans, pushing them down to the floor with his boxer briefs.
His cock springs free, thick and hard, curving slightly toward his stomach. My eyes widen at the size of it.
“Like what you see, butterfly?” There’s a smirk in his voice.
I nod, unable to form words.
Hell yes. I likey a whole lot.
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties, looking at me for permission. I lift my hips in answer, and he pulls them off, leaving me completely naked under his hungry gaze.
“Goddamn,” he breathes, eyes roaming over me. “You’re perfect.”
Before I can respond, he’s on top of me, his weight supported by his forearms as he settles between my thighs. The feeling of his bare skin against mine makes me gasp, and when his cock brushes against my center, I whimper.
“Please,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for.
“Patience, butterfly,” he murmurs, his lips finding my neck.
He takes his time, kissing and licking his way down my body. His beard scrapes gently against my skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. By the time he reaches my stomach, I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for more.
“Stay still,” he commands, his voice deepening.
Something in his tone makes me freeze immediately. He rewards me with an approving hum that vibrates against my skin.
“Good girl.”
The praise sends a rush of warmth through me, and I melt into the mattress, surrendering to his touch.
He continues his journey downward, spreading my thighs wider as he settles between them. When his breath fans over my center, I have to bite my lip to keep from bucking my hips.
“So wet for me already,” he says, running a finger through my folds. “Fucking beautiful.”
Then his mouth is on me, his tongue circling my clit.
I cry out, my hands fisting in the sheets. He slips one finger inside me, then two, curling them until he finds my g-spot.
Stars explode behind my eyelids. “Aaron!” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
He growls against my pussy, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “Say my name again.”
“Aaron, please! Make me come.”
He doubles his efforts, sucking my clit into his mouth as his fingers thrust inside me, and I shatter, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Before I fully recover, he’s moving up my body, positioning himself at my entrance. “Look at me,” he commands.
I open my eyes to find his intense gray ones staring down at me.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, his voice strained. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I breathe, my hands going to his shoulders. “Please, Aaron. I want you so bad.”
He pushes into me slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way. He’s bigger than I’m used to, and the slight burn only adds to the pleasure. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel incredible.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and he groans again before starting to move.
His thrusts are measured and deep, hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.
One hand slides down to grip my hip, angling me just so, and suddenly he’s hitting that spot that makes my toes curl with every stroke.
“Aaron!” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.
“That’s it, butterfly,” he growls. “Give it to me.”
His pace increases, and I can feel another orgasm building rapidly. He must feel it too, because his thumb finds my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come,” he snarls. “I wanna feel you come on my cock.”
That’s all it takes.
His words push me over the edge, and I explode, the walls of my pussy clamping down on him as pleasure rips through me.
He groans, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezes him, but he doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess beneath him.
Only then does he let go, his thrusts becoming brutal as he chases his own release. With a final deep thrust, he buries his face in my neck and comes with a muffled groan of my name.
We stay connected for a long moment, his weight perfect on top of me, our bodies still joined. His breathing gradually slows, and he places a gentle kiss on my neck before carefully pulling out and rolling to the side.
He doesn’t go far though, immediately pulling me against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around me. I snuggle into him, feeling more content than I have in... maybe ever.
“You okay, butterfly?” he asks, his voice rough.
I nod against his chest. “Mmhmm. Amazing.”
I can feel his smile against my hair. “Good.”
We lie here, wrapped around each other, his hand tracing lazy circles on my back. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
Sex with the men here has always been quick and mostly about them getting off. This was different. He was focused on making me feel good.
And there’s no denying this…connection. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s crazy—I barely know this man.
But somehow, lying here in his arms, I feel safe.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his fingers tangling in my pink hair.
I trace one of his tattoos with my fingertip. “Just that... this was nice. Really nice.”
He tilts my chin up to look at him. “Just nice?”
I laugh at his lifted brow. “Okay, amazing. Earth-shattering. Best I’ve ever had. Better?”
He grins, and it transforms his face completely. Makes him look younger, less grumpy. “Much better. But I’m not done with you yet, butterfly.”
“No?” I raise an eyebrow back at him, a smile playing on my lips.
He shakes his head, rolling me onto my back and hovering over me again. “Not even close.”
As his mouth claims mine once more, I realize I’m in big trouble.
We just met.
He’s leaving in a few days.
I’m not even sticking around much longer.
And yet here I am wishing things were different.
Don’t be a fool, dummy.
Pushing those thoughts away, I pull him closer and lose myself in the way he’s making me feel.