Chapter 9 Annalise #2
Suddenly, I’m standing in front of him in only my heels, skirt, and underwear, looking like a schoolgirl wet dream come true, and he’s eyeing me hungrily as he grabs a condom from his wallet.
He tosses it on my desk unceremoniously before lifting me and pinning me against the wall with his body.
My skirt bunches up over my ass, and I feel his hard cock testing the strength of his zipper as it bulges against me.
“You’re fucking stunning,” he praises as he kisses a line down my throat and chest until his mouth finds my nipple and his hand squeezes my breast.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to get out, too high on him for real words.
His laugh around my nipple sends a wave of electricity through me.
Every flick of his tongue is chased by him lightly grinding against my core, where the cool button of his jeans presses against my clit. The sensation has my already needy body aching to feel him between my legs.
“Aiden, I need you in me.”
“Mmmm. Say that again.” He groans around my left nipple as his tongue flicks back and forth over the hard peak before biting down.
“Fuck! I need you now, Aiden. Please.”
“I’ll give you anything when you beg like that,” he swears as he spins us to the side of my desk. As soon as my feet touch the ground, he’s yanking my lace thong down and helping me step out of it.
“I’ve been imagining taking you from behind in this skirt since I watched you dance against the bar.”
“Is this what you want?” I bend over the edge of the desk, my chest pressed flat against the wood. My skirt barely hits the bottom curve of my ass, which is now perched in the air like a prize waiting for him to claim, thanks to the height of my heels.
When he doesn’t say anything, I peek at him over my shoulder, and I have to clench my thighs when I see his pants are already off, and he’s watching me as he strokes his impressive length.
Pearls of pre-come drip from his tip, and I’m torn between wanting to lick him clean and the need to feel him inside me.
Luckily, he makes the decision for me, slowly unrolling the condom as he glides it on. His crown nudges my opening, and if I weren’t already so wet, I don’t know if I would have been able to adjust to his size pressing into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around me. I’ll try and go slow, but you’re so fucking sexy, I don’t know how long I can.”
“No! Don’t go slow. I want it hard!”
“Hold on to the desk, Ana.”
I barely have time to do as I am told before he’s grabbing my hips and thrusting into me.
“Holy shit!”
“Just a few more inches. You want it all, don’t you?”
What the fuck? He can’t actually be serious. There’s more?
He pulls out slightly, “I need your words, Sweetheart.” Then repeats himself with a more commanding tone, “I said, do you want it all?”
“Yes,” I let out breathlessly.
He pulls out a little more, so his tip is the only part of him still inside me. “Mmm, are you sure?”
“Fuck me already, Aiden, or I’m going to take care of myself.”
He thrusts back in, just a little deeper, before this time pulling all the way out of me. “Hold on tight.”
I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body when he thrusts in again, not stopping until he’s fully seated, his pelvis connecting with my ass.
“Holy fucking mother of shit!” I’m not making sense, but I’m pretty sure my insides were just torn apart, and he’s in my stomach now.
He freezes, “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not! I need you to shut up and give me more!”
He doesn’t hold back after that. Our bodies slap against each other, fast and hard. The corner of my desk is digging into my thighs, but the slight pain only increases my pleasure.
“Such a good girl taking all of me.”
I clench around him in response.
“Oh, you like that, huh? Tell me, Ana, are you a good girl?”
“Yes! I’m so close.”
He lifts my leg up, pushing my knee onto the desk before thrusting harder than any time before.
“That’s right. Be my good girl. Come for me, Ana. Soak me, I want to be dripping with your orgasm.”
His balls slap against my clit on the next hard thrust, and my orgasm rips from my body with a force that makes my legs go unsteady beneath me.
“That's two,” he counts before lifting me again, like I weigh nothing. The condom I was apparently lying on top of is pressed into my stomach—thankfully, he brought more than one.
When we get to the bed, he sets me down gently before finally pulling my skirt all the way off and kissing his way back up my body. He takes his time as he moves over my sternum tattoo, a dainty mandala I got from one of Matt's friends last year.
“Are you ready for more?” This time, he’s not taunting me. He’s checking on me, despite the desperation I can hear in his voice as he grabs the condom like I was simply carrying it for him.
“Yes!” I move my hips against him, still riding the waves of pleasure from moments ago. “Don’t hold back,” I beg.
“You really shouldn’t have said that.”
Lifting my leg over his shoulder, he wastes no time thrusting into me with a force that has my head almost hitting the headboard.
His hand shoots up to muffle my screams as he moves faster and faster.
“That’s right, Ana. I want your tight little pussy to make a mess of this bed. I want you to never forget how I make you feel.” Each declaration is met with devastating thrusts that I can’t get enough of.
Every noise I make is swallowed by the sound of skin pounding against skin as he continues to fuck me with an intensity that has me racing towards my second, no, make that third, orgasm of the night.
“Aiden, I can’t hold it any longer!” I cry out, clamping my walls around his cock like it’s the only thing keeping us from floating away.
That’s all the encouragement he needs. Squeezing my hip with one hand and thigh with the other, so hard that I’m sure will leave bruises, he pistons himself in and out of me until I’m screaming his name.
“Fuuuckkkk!” His head falls back as he pushes deeper into me, coming so hard that I can feel it crash against the condom inside me.
He continues to rock inside me until we’ve both fully ridden out our orgasms and I’m a limp mess beneath him.
Only when he’s starting to wind down does he pull out and fall into the spot on the bed next to me, breathless. “You’re fucking incredible.”
I look at him as my heartbeat fights to slow down, “Not so bad yourself, Ace.”
He gives me a soft look I can’t decipher before getting up, “We should clean up real quick.”
Exhausted from the incredible beating my body just took, I let out an unattractive grunt, making him laugh as he walks into my bathroom. I hear him rummaging around for a moment before the sink turns on and he emerges with a warm washcloth to wipe me up.
I would be mortified normally, no one has ever cleaned me post-sex, especially not someone I just met, but I don’t have the energy to care tonight.
As the haze of the best sex I’ve ever had starts to lift, the awkward, post sex uncertainty fills its place.
Hoping he's going to stay, I move to the middle of the bed. Not far enough where it looks like I’m expecting him to stay, but enough that he has enough room to lie back down if he wants to.
But then I see the look in his eyes, and I can practically hear the words before they are even out of his mouth.
There goes any chance of round four in a couple of hours.
“Annalise, I—“
I cut him off before he feels the need to make up some lame excuse, “Should probably get going, yeah.”
“Uhm yeah, tonight was fun though. Maybe we can do it again sometime?”
“Yeah, for sure,” I try to sound unaffected as he gathers his clothes and gets dressed.
I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment as he leaves my room. It’s dumb because we only met tonight, and I knew going into it that it was just a bar hookup, but some stupid part of me hoped it would be more.
I shoot Mattey my ‘All safe’ message before plugging my phone in and getting comfortable.
Luckily, Aiden really had worn me out tonight, and before I know it, sleep is pulling me under.