Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Aiden
Morning comes slowly, the soft light of dawn slipping through the curtains and painting the room in purples and blues.
I’m still half asleep, but there’s no missing Annalise’s body curled up against me, hand on my chest, and her leg draped over mine. I’m still wearing the clothes I was wearing last night on the beach, so I must have fallen asleep while she was in the shower.
She stirs slightly, and I resist the urge to pull her tighter.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I murmur, keeping my tone casual.
“Good morning,” she replies, stifling a yawn, and I catch the faintest flash of a smile as she untangles herself from me.
That smile—easy and disarming—reminds me of why Lucas warned me away from her in the first place.
Manipulative. Calculating. A liar. Always playing multiple men at a time, something I’ve seen for myself the night we met, and again as she threw herself at the new guy in riding class. I can’t afford to forget.
I force my attention back to the present. “I set the coffee maker on auto last night, so there should be some hot and ready for you if you drink it black. If not, we can stop by the coffee shop Tara mentioned on our way to the store this morning.”
“Thank you, I’ll take anything,” she says, her voice sleepy and tender. My already hard dick twitches, but I can’t go there. Not with her. This is a mission for class. Nothing more.
But then she’s slipping out of bed, only wearing an oversized shirt, one shoulder falling just enough to be distracting, and shorts that have bunched up in her sleep, almost like her skirt was—I look away and force myself to get out of bed so I can shower while she heads to the kitchen.
I hoped the cold water would take away the sexual frustration last night had created, but as I remember the adoring way she looked at me when she was talking with Tara, how tiny she felt on my lap, and the sway of her ass when she just walked to the kitchen, I need to find release before I do something stupid. Again.
Fisting my cock, I slowly start to pump myself. This is the last time I’ll get off thinking about her, I half-heartedly promise myself for the millionth time since I met her.
I imagine my hands tracing her curves, the way she perched up for me to take her over the edge of her desk, and her groans when I pulled her ass cheeks apart to thrust deeper into her. I was like a man possessed, so close to taking off the condom so I could soak her in my come.
I squeeze myself harder, reliving how her tight pussy choked my cock right before she came for me.
“Fuck, Ana, yes,” the words escape into the air without my consent.
“Did you call?” her voice cuts into the room, startling me, but she’s not leaving. She’s standing there, watching, and gods does that make me harder.
She bites her bottom lip, and I slow my hand, suddenly wanting her to be as turned on as I am. I let her take in each agonizingly soft stroke until I see her nipples pebbled through her shirt.
“Are you going to just stand there? Or are you going to be a good girl and come finish what I’ve started?”
What the fuck am I doing? That was a mistake. Stupid. Reckless. I need to say something before this goes any further.
But then her shirt is off, and I’m watching her shorts fall to the floor.
Even the slow, hesitant way she steps into the shower is fucking sexy, if that’s even possible.
She is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And now I am going to have to force myself not to come as soon as she touches me.
“We really shouldn’t,” she says, while slowly lowering to her knees.
“It’s the worst idea.” It really is, but I might die right here and now if she walks out.
“You’re an asshole, I don’t even like you.” I hear her whisper the words, but there is no chance she’s stopping as she wraps her hand around my shaft. Her eyes lock with mine before she leans in and rubs my precum on her lips like it's her favorite lipstick.
Don’t blow it right now. Don’t blow it right now.
Her tongue teases a path from the base of my cock to the tip, before she locks her pouty lips around my head and twirls her tongue.
I can’t take my eyes off her as water drenches her hair and beads of water run down her face.
“You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Sweetheart.”
The praise has her moaning softly, sending a vibration through me and making me echo the sound.
That was all the encouragement she needed. She takes me so deep in her throat that I’m biting my lip, trying to distract myself from how much her gagging is turning me on. Instead of pulling off like I expected her to, she breathes through her nose, adjusts, and hollows out her cheeks.
I groan in pleasure as my head falls back. “Holy shit, Ana.”
Her hand comes up to the base of my shaft, and the way she squeezes my cock, working it in tandem with her mouth, has me seeing stars.
I try to pull out, but she sucks harder.
“Ana, you have to stop, or I’m going to make you take every inch of me and swallow my come like the good little wife you’re supposed to be.”
She slowly pulls off my length, letting the separation pop. And, despite the slight croak in her voice from how many times she’s choked herself on me, she glares up at me with challenge in her eyes, “Do it then. Fuck it like it belongs to you, husband.” Her bratty tone sends me over the edge.
I don’t even think. My hand is in her hair, “Tap my leg if it gets to be too much.” I command, and it’s the only warning I give her before I thrust back into her mouth, hard and unyielding.
Tears run down her face, but she doesn’t tap. No, she glares up at me while her nails dig into my ass, pulling me deeper. Is she even real?
Every groan and gag she makes ruins me.
“I’m so close, pull off now if you don’t want it down your throat,” I warn, but one of her hands drops from my ass and works my balls. The pressure is the last push I need.
With one last thrust, I am hitting the back of her throat, coating it in my come. Spots cloud my vision, and I have to brace myself on the shower walls so I don’t blackout.
Ana hollows her cheeks, sucking up every drop like I’m her favorite flavor milkshake.
She groans and licks her lips as I pull out of her mouth, unable to go another minute without knowing what she tastes like. I’ve been kicking myself for not tasting her on our first night, and I am not going to make that mistake again.
I pick her up by her round ass cheeks, and, without even turning off the shower, carry her out into the bathroom to set her on the edge of the counter.
“Spread your legs, Ana. I let you have your fun, now I’m going to devour your pussy until you forget every other man’s name that’s tried what’s mine.”
I lower down to my knees, kissing the inside of her thighs as she lets out quiet moans.
“You like me on my knees for you, don’t you?”
“No,” she spits out, but there’s no venom behind it.
“Nice try, but you’re already dripping for me, Sweetheart,” I say before flattening my tongue and licking from the base of her opening to just above her clit before blowing lightly.
Her body tremors, and I can’t help the smile threatening to take over my face with every intoxicating sound she makes.
“So responsive in the morning,” I hum against her clit, knowing the vibration will set her off. “Are you sure you don’t want me to mouthfuck your gorgeous cunt until you’re drenching my face?”
“Gods, shut up and eat me already,” she whines as her hands rake into my hair, and she pulls me tighter.
I lick her a few more times before moving my already glistening lips into an O. I suck her clit into my mouth like a vortex, switching up how hard I suck and plunging two fingers into her slick center.
“Don’t stop, Ace. Please! don’t stop!”
That name from her mouth again lights me on fire.
I don’t just suck it, I flick her clit back and forth with my tongue until her eyes are rolling in the back of her head and stroke her inner walls until the room is echoing with her moans.
Her clit pulses against my tongue. She’s so fucking close, and I need to taste her before she’s done, before she regrets this and never lets it happen again.
Pulling my fingers out, I bury my face in her sweet pussy and eat her like she’s the last meal I’ll ever have while my thumb presses into her clit with enough pressure to keep her on the edge.
“Yes! Oh gods! Right there!”
Her orgasm is like an explosion: abrupt and intense. She’s pulling my hair, riding my face from the counter, and cussing like they’re the only words she knows. I greedily lick up every ounce of her ecstasy as my fingers slide back into her and work her G-spot through the waves of her climax.
Slowly coming down from her post-orgasm high, she lets out the sweetest, purest giggle I’ve ever heard.
“I know you aren’t laughing at my performance,” I say with confidence as her come still coats my face. “So what’s so funny?”
“It’s—that wasn’t at all what I was expecting when I came in here to deliver your coffee.
I wanted you to be able to drink it when you got out of the shower, and I was going to ask if you were hungry and wanted any of the protein bars or any of the other snacks I packed…
but the coffee is definitely cold by now. ”
I make eye contact with her as I dramatically lick my lips. “I already had the most incredible breakfast, but I’ll make us some fresh coffee, after I wash you off.”
I wrap her legs around my waist and move us back into the shower. “Can you stand? I need to soap the washcloth so I can clean you up.”
“You don’t have to—”
I cut her off, the first stupid thought breaking from my lips before I can stop them, “Please, just let me take care of you, Wife.”
I don’t know who is more caught off guard by the sincere tone of my voice as it mixes with our alias, but she doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. Instead, she nods and stands under the stream of water while I lather up her body and wash her.