3. Dion
3
DION
W ho is this girl and why does she have me so fucked up ?
As I break away from our kiss, I breathe Aria in like she’s oxygen. I never knew how much I needed air until our lips met.
When she crouched next to me to look at my phone, I couldn’t help myself from sniffing her. It was involuntary, almost primal. Her scent was subtle yet intoxicating, like a blend of flowers and warmth.
My fingers are still tangled in her long, blonde hair as I stare into her gray eyes. In their depths, I see reflected my own desires. They speak volumes without her having to utter a single word. You just fucking met her.
But her gaze captivates me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
No matter how fast this lust has developed, I can’t stop it now.
Bringing Aria’s mouth back to mine, I suck on her bottom lip, nipping it with my teeth. She moans, and it sends a flutter down my stomach. Are those fucking butterflies ?
Frustrated by the multitude of unfamiliar feelings I’m experiencing, and the deep need to bury myself inside this woman, I let out a low growl and bring Aria’s legs around my waist, seating her perfectly on top of my hardened cock. Her skirt rides up her legs, and I squeeze her thighs hard, imprinting her skin with my fingers.
Within an instant, her hips buck forward, and she starts grinding on my dick.
When I look down, I almost pass out at the vision before me: Aria’s plump pussy on display through her soaked panties, leaving a damp spot on my trousers. Good God .
“ Fuck , Aria . What are you doing to me?”
Her breath comes out shallow as she replies, “ What do you mean?”
“ I need to be inside you,” I groan.
For a moment, her body tenses, and she turns her face away. “ We can’t.”
Oh , yeah…her fiancé .
Using my hands on her hips, I help grind her pelvis harder on my crotch. She’s getting wetter, I’m getting harder. “ Why not?”
“ There doesn’t need to be a reason,” she huffs, breathless. “ I told you: I’m not sleeping with you.” But it’s not convincing. Especially as she keeps rocking back and forth against me.
“ That was before, when your pussy wasn’t dripping on my thighs, baby. Let me in.”
Aria looks down at the mess, the rise and fall of her chest mimicking my erratic heartbeat. “ Say please,” she demands after a moment, a cocky grin spreading across her face.
I chuckle, not believing what she just asked me. “ You want me to beg ?”
Aria’s hands come to rest on my shirt. “ Yes . If you want it so bad, big boy , you’ll have to beg for it.”
Big boy? Holy fuck, this woman…she’s going to make me fucking do it, isn’t she?
Taking my silence as hesitation, Aria adds a smug, “ That’s what I thought.”
She tries to lift herself off me, but I pin her down. There’s no way I’m letting her get away.
I’ve never had to beg a woman to get into her pants, but Aria , whose last name I don’t even know, could probably get me to do anything with that damn smile.
“ Please , baby.” I grit out, my voice gruff and deep. “ Let me feel you. I’m not sure I’ll make it if you don’t.” Are you serious, man? I can’t help it, though. I would crawl on my knees if she asked.
Satisfied with my begging, Aria’s face lights up into a sultry smile.
It’s enough to make me grab her by the back of the head and plunge my lips onto hers. They taste so fucking good. It should be a crime. Her mouth is sweet and smokey—probably from the alcohol she was drinking—and I can’t get enough.
“ Fuck , Aria . I can’t take it anymore. Slide your pussy onto me, please,” I groan.
The mere thought of having her wet hole engulf me makes my cock strain in my pants. I need it out and inside her. Stat .
Aria’s gaze falters, her hesitation palpable in the way her body shifts. Her eyes fix on mine again, and it looks as if she’s contemplating a leap into the unknown. Did I mistake her intentions? No . She’s kissing me back with hunger, she’s soaking, and she made me fucking beg . The only other explanation would be her supposed fiancé, though she didn’t seem that bothered about him either.
Not able to keep my dick in its confines anymore, I slightly shift Aria to the side and unbuckle my pants, sliding them down just enough to get some relief. Her wetness has traveled through the fabric of my trousers and onto my briefs. The wet spot mixes with the one created by the pre-cum gathering at my tip. I’m so hard, it’s almost painful.
Aria looks down at me, her gaze full of heat as she bites on her bottom lip. But her hesitation seems to hold her in place, like an invisible force preventing her from moving. Some kind of inner conflict and indecision flicker in her eyes. Maybe there is a fiancé.
Placing both hands on her hips again, I slowly grind her onto my crotch some more and she lets out the smallest of mewls. I need her to stop thinking, to just give herself to me. “ Do you love him?” Why do I even care?
Aria’s posture tenses as she thinks about her answer.
“ No ,” she replies, her tone soft. It’s a confident answer, but there’s something lying underneath, something that’s bothering her.
A spark of curiosity hits me. “ Then why are you getting married?”
I know little about Aria , other than that she’s friends with Angelica , Evander’s new affliction.
Her eyes fixate on me as she brings her hands to my shoulders, her fingers twitching almost imperceptibly, as if debating her next move. Her hips, still swaying against me at a delicious, steady rhythm. There’s a play of emotions beneath the surface of her gaze, and I want to uncover them all.
“ Why are you getting married?” I repeat, and all her emotions morph into one: anger.
“ That’s none of your business,” she grinds out, and I raise my eyebrows, surprised at her response. Two seconds ago, she seemed worried, soft and small. Now , she’s back to that feisty girl from downstairs, and I can’t help but grin at her outburst.
“ It’s not, huh? Well , little liar, I don’t think you have a fiancé.”
A frown draws her brows together as she crosses her arms at her chest. “ How so?”
Letting my fingers crawl up her back, I stop at the ends of her hair, playing with the silky strands. “ For starters, you wouldn’t be straddling my lap like a cat in heat.” Aria gasps, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Suddenly , her facial expression switches into something more like shock, and she shoves my chest. I laugh.
“ Second , you’d be wearing an engagement ring. I’m sure you’re a woman with morals who wouldn’t take it off to go clubbing with her friends,” I say matter-of-factly. I might not know Aria , but from her sass and the way she was quick to say she wouldn’t have sex with me, I know she has self-respect.
Aria lets out a puff of air, defeat etching across her face. I knew it.
Her shoulders slump. “ Fine . I’m not engaged…yet.”
Relief fills my chest for a moment. “ So , you’re dating?”
“ Not exactly.”
“ I’m confused.”
She exhales a slow, heavy breath. “ It’s an arranged marriage,” she finally admits. There’s a vulnerability in her eyes—a stark difference from the air of strength and take-no-shit attitude she’s shown me. I’m guessing she’s not on board.
Then , it clicks. If she’s about to get married by force, she must be from an important family.
“ What’s your last name?”
A flicker of confusion crosses her face. “ Why ?”
I sigh. “ Just answer the question, Aria .”
“ Kastellanos .” My eyes widen, fists clenching. Son of a bitch. She’s Philip Kastellanos’s daughter, Peter Kouvalakis’s right-hand man and partner. An enemy. The whole reason Evander is on a revenge mission and pursuing Peter’s daughter, Angelica . A revenge I also want a part of. Aria shifts uncomfortably on top of me, as if wanting to get off, as if sensing my change in mood, but I don’t let her. I breathe out and meet her beautiful eyes once more.
Heat comes rushing through me again. This might change things, but nothing will impede us tonight.
The family she’s a part of doesn’t affect how much I want her.
“ You’re single, then,” I say, resuming the dry humping we’ve casually been doing for the past little while as though nothing happened. If I don’t get inside her as soon as possible, I might fucking lose it.
“ Yes ,” she breathes out, matching my movements.
“ Okay . I’m single, too. We’re both willing. What’s the problem?”
“ It’s not that simple,” she retorts, her breaths getting heavier by the second. “ I don’t just sleep around.” Hmmm … a good girl .
“ You’re the relationship type.” It’s not a question, but she answers anyway.
“ Yes . Something like that.” Her voice hitches, a moan escaping her lips. From the way she’s withering on top of me, I can tell she’s close. I’ve been edging her for a while now.
“ Why aren’t you stopping this, then?” I ask, genuinely curious. Aria’s already expressed—thrice—that she’s not interested in sleeping with me, yet she’s doing nothing to stop the kissing and touching.
She stares at me like I’m a puzzle she hasn’t quite figured out yet. “ I don’t know,” uncertainty coloring her tone. But I know she’s too far gone to stop anything now.
I use my hands to guide her faster on my shaft, the friction causing my dick to twitch. I grunt. I’m getting close to exploding in my briefs like a fucking pubescent teen. I’ve experienced nothing like this before. A need so intense, I can barely contain myself.
Aria’s moans become louder, her breaths shorter. Clinging onto my shoulders to find purchase, she rides me like a professional.
“ Come for me, astéri mou ,” I encourage her, breathless. “ I’m right there with you.”
“ Yes !” she cries out. “ I’m so close, Dion . Fuck .”
My hips buck forward as I chase the high.
And then, our orgasms take over at the same time.
She whimpers. “ I’m coming.”
I groan in response as my climax erupts from the base of my cock and explodes. “ Ahhh ,” I moan, not able to stop my body from trembling.
Shit . If it’s this good to come like this, I can’t imagine how it’ll feel being inside her. I want to explore every fucking crevice of her pussy and drown in it until I’m grasping for air.
I watch Aria as she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her forehead. She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
I can sense the million and one thoughts swirling in her head, and I want to wipe them away. Why do I even care if she’s comfortable with me? It’s not like I’m looking for anything more than a good time. I never do. But somehow, with Aria , it feels different.
Our eyes meet, and I take her lips into my mouth. The kiss is electric. Soft —urgent.
I’ve never been a guy who didn’t allow himself to kiss women when hooking up, but those kisses were always brief, forgetful even. Now , it’s as if the world has narrowed to just us in this room.
The sensation is overwhelming. I can feel the obsession with Aria already building inside me, and we’ve just met. This is fucking crazy.
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of these thoughts. Maybe I’m just too into the moment, caught up in the thrill of something new. Yeah , that’s it. It has to be.
I’ve always been good at keeping things casual, but with Aria , I’m suddenly second-guessing myself. I can’t get carried away. I’ve seen what happens when you let your guard down, and it’s not pretty.
Our bodies press together, as if trying to bridge a gap that would always be too big, and Aria moans into my mouth. Her grip finds its way to my neck, pulling me deeper. My own hands travel up her body, to her nape—which seems to be my favorite place to hold her. When I grab Aria there, it’s as if all tension eases from her body and she submits to me.
I stand up from the chair, bringing her with me to the large sofa at the other end of the room. Evander is going to be so fucking pissed that I’m doing this in his office, but I’m not wasting a second trying to convince her to leave with me. “ I’m not done with you yet,” I say as I place her down on the couch. Her thighs part, giving me a full view of her thong that is now a dark pink shade. It’s a sight to behold.
Without hesitation, I drop to my knees in front of her. Christé mou . No woman has ever brought me to my fucking knees.
I take her black strappy heels off, and she watches me intently as I kiss my way up her leg, her skin erupting in goosebumps as I near her center. The smell of her arousal is igniting the most feral reaction inside of me. I have to taste her.
Grabbing onto her drenched thong, I lift her hips off the seat and pull it down. For a second, I see hesitation flash across her eyes once more, but she doesn’t utter a word to stop me. I continue taking it off and bring the fabric to my nose. Aria lets out a low gasp.
I inhale. “ You smell fucking divine, astéri mou . I want your scent all over me.”
Stuffing the thong into my back pocket, I continue traveling up her leg, letting my nose trail a path up to her pussy, her warmth hitting me in the face. My mouth needs to be on her right now.
Spreading her wider, I dive in, taking her swollen clit into my mouth. Aria releases a rough breath and melts into the couch, tilting her head up to the ceiling. It must still be sensitive from before, but I don’t give a shit. I’m going to suck, lick, and nibble on her until she becomes limp again.
With the right amount of pressure, I pull on the delicate nub, eliciting a spew of intangible words from Aria’s mouth. She tastes even better than I could’ve imagined. I need more.
“ Aria ,” I growl, frustrated. Not because she did anything wrong, but because I’m wondering how I’ll ever want to taste anyone else. “ Your pussy tastes like my saving grace, like my fucking redemption.”
Aria tastes like a forbidden fruit, better than anything I’ve ever known. Her sweetness surpasses the purity of holy water, intoxicating and divine.
I just met this woman, and my body calls for her like a sailor beckoned by the sea’s irresistible pull. Irresistible .
It’s not about her physical beauty—her long, silky blonde hair that I want to pull like leather straps on a harness, her unique gray eyes that gleam with a soft brightness, her delectable body, a masterpiece of delicate curves I want to explore with my hands and mouth.
It’s her tempting charm, her energy, and her authenticity.
As soon as I saw her in the club, I felt her presence, like an aura that enveloped me. Her smile was a magnetic force that drew me in without effort. Aria is unapologetically herself and that’s what sets her apart.
How can she have such a pull on me already? Fuck .
I continue to feast on her pussy like it’s the first time I’ve tasted such a delicacy, and it drips all over my mouth and chin. “ Good girls like you don’t make big messes like this, little liar,” I say as I lick up her sweetness.
Aria begins thrusting her hips to find my tongue. “ More , please,” she whines, and at this moment, I know that I could never say no to this girl.
I dive back into her wet cunt and shove my tongue into her entrance. Aria’s entire body jerks at the intrusion, and I move in and out of her as if it were my dick pounding her into oblivion. In response, my cock springs to attention. I grab onto the hardened length, stroking it with vigor.
Taking some of her arousal into my mouth, I spit it into my palm and grab onto the base of my shaft. I rub it up and down as I mimic the movements of my tongue on her pussy.
I revel in the idea of her coming on my face.
Using my free hand, I put a finger inside her, as deep as it could go, and her walls immediately clench around it. “ Holy fuck, Aria . Just one finger and you’re swallowing me whole.”
Letting my digit explore, I make beckoning movements, hooking it up to find her G -spot.
“ Oh , God . Dion , that feels so good. Please , don’t stop,” Aria moans, arching her back into the couch, while I pick up speed.
“ Your wish is my command, astéri mou .”
Squeezing a second finger inside, I continue hitting her G -spot with a hard and steady pace and suck on her clit until she stills, her climax taking her hostage. “ Give it to me, baby. Let it go.”
She screams as a jet of wetness squirts past my fingers and into my mouth, her entire body convulsing. Holy fuck . I let go of my cock, not wanting to come just yet.
Next time I do, it will be inside her.
She rides out the rest of her orgasm, letting out the most delectable mewls known to humanity. Fuck , I’m done for.
I’m an addict and I’ll never come back from this.