Aubrey #2
“Don’t stop, just go all the way,” I tell him, needing this torturous part to be over. They promised it would feel good; this doesn’t feel good.
“Are you sure?” He pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes.
“Yes, please. I need the pain to be over,” I beg with a shaky voice.
He kisses me fiercely with so much passion and force I feel like my lips might bruise from it. And then with one last thrust, he pushes all the way in. My back arches from the bed as I cry out loudly, my nails scratching down his back to his waist.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” I sob as he peppers my tears with kisses.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. I hate this, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just kiss me, please, just keep kissing me,” I rush out as my hands leave his back and clasp his face, taking his lips on my own, needing him to make me feel better.
It only takes about a minute or two for the pain to subside on its own, and my body begins to heat in that tingly way it does when I’m turned on. My hands roam into his hair as my legs wrap around his hips, heels pressing into his butt cheeks as I flex my hips, the tiny movement making me moan.
He takes the hint and pulls his hips back, then slowly pushes back in.
It’s a strange feeling, a bit uncomfortable, but also has a hint of pleasure.
And with every new thrust, that magical sensation grows.
Soon, all I feel is the pleasure consuming me.
My moans grow louder as I grab desperately at Shane, needing more from him.
“Shane. Ohh, Shane.”
He untwines my hands from his hair and interlocks our fingers together against the mattress on either side of my head. “Aubrey,” he says my name like a warm caress. “You feel so amazing, you’re so perfect. My perfect Angel. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I press my lips to his as our bodies rock against each other.
This is sweet and tender and passionate—not at all like the videos Ronnie showed me.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest; I can feel Shane’s heart beating against mine.
Our eyes lock together, both our lips parted as we moan.
This feels deeper, different than what I imagined it would feel like.
Like a new beginning. And I know, deep down at the very depths of my soul, that there will be no going back for us.
He changes position slightly, hiking one of his legs higher and suddenly I feel him even deeper, I feel him everywhere. “Holy hell, Shane!” I begin to pant louder, my hips meeting every one of his thrusts as he picks up speed.
He’s so big above me, inside of me; I feel tiny as he consumes every inch of me. But I love it, I love feeling like his. I want to feel this way forever. “Shane! Oh God! Shane!”
My insides begin to tighten, my body shakes violently against him, that warmth in my belly spreading rapidly as the tingles take over. And within seconds, I’m tipping over, giving into the pleasure he gives me as I cry out his name one last time.
“SHANE!” My back arches off the bed, head digging into the mattress as my hands tighten in his.
A few seconds later, he’s moaning out my name loudly along with me as I feel him pulsate inside my core. “AUbrEY!”
We’re both gasping for air as we come down from our high, his body crushing mine, but I don’t want him to move just yet.
Pulling my hands free from his, I bring them to his back and glide them softly up and down his sweaty flesh.
His head is currently bowed against the mattress beside mine, and I lean in and kiss his neck.
He pulls his head back, grinning beautifully at me, then kisses my lips once before lifting himself fully until he’s kneeling between my legs and pulling out.
I push up onto my elbows just in time to see his condom-covered penis exit me.
A reddish color coats the condom, and I instantly realize it’s blood, my blood.
My eyes widen as my face heats and embarrassment takes over, but when I look up at Shane, I find him smiling down at himself, like he’s proud of what he sees. His eyes finally lift to mine, and there’s warmth in them as his hand strokes my leg.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Angel. This is completely normal and I’m more than honored I get to wear it right now.” He folds over, pecking my knee. “Stay here, I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”
I nod as he stands from the bed and turns around, heading toward the bathroom. A gasp falls from my lips when I get a view of his back. “Oh my God, Shane! I’m so sorry…” His back is covered in huge scratch marks on either side, from his shoulders to his waist.
He stops, looking over his shoulder and smiles. “It was all worth it.”
He disappears into the bathroom and comes back a few seconds later with a wet cloth. He kneels between my legs and begins to wipe gently there. I hiss at the first contact, suddenly feeling the soreness Ronnie warned me about.
“I’m sorry, tell me if I’m being too rough.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m just a little sore.”
He nods and stands once more after he finishes cleaning me.
Discarding the cloth in the bathroom, he then walks over to his suitcase, looking through it.
Eventually he rises with a bottle of pills and takes two out.
He then heads over to the mini fridge in his room and grabs a water bottle, coming back to my side and handing me both.
“Here, it will help with the soreness.”
I take them from his hands without question as a shiver runs through me. I suddenly feel cold, exposed. I’m not sure where to go from here. Ronnie and I didn’t talk about what happens after sex. Am I supposed to get up and leave? Do I stay? What do I do?
But Shane doesn’t give my mind enough time to fully spiral as he climbs back into bed on the other side, his arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me over to him as I giggle.
He takes the water bottle from my hands once I’ve finished with it and sets it on the nightstand beside him.
Grabbing the blanket, he pulls it over our bodies as we cuddle together, him on his back with my head on his chest.
One of his hands plays in my hair while the other traces invisible patterns on my waist. We don’t say anything for a little moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence. I would have thought this would be awkward, but it’s not—I feel completely at peace in his arms.
“I know you said you’d never done anything with a man,” his deep voice fills the room. “But did you, you know, pleasure yourself?”
I blush as the memory comes back to me. “Once.”
His hands stop moving as he angles his head down to look at me. “Only once?”
I nod, bringing my thumb up to my mouth and biting on my nail. It’s a bad habit I do when I’m nervous. I don’t actually bite my nail off, just nibble on it. “This summer.”
His hand at my waist grabs my wrist gently, prying my nail away from my mouth. “Tell me about it. What led you to touching yourself for the first time this summer?”
My eyes widen; I wasn’t expecting him to ask for details. I’ve never done this, talk about these kinds of things, not even with my friends. Aside from the recent experience with Ronnie, sex talk is not something I’m comfortable with.
Shane must sense my hesitation because he releases my wrist and strokes my cheek. “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable talking about it. I shouldn’t pry.”
“No, it’s okay. I mean we just… I should be able to tell you about this summer.” I look down at his chest, the need to hide from his intense gaze overpowering me.
I trace my own little circles on his chest, similar to what he was doing to me earlier. “It was during our time in Fiji. I had gone to my room while Ronnie stayed in the pool with Noah and Gabe, and they started… doing stuff. They probably thought I was asleep already, but I wasn’t.”
“And you listened to them?”
I shake my head, not daring to look at him out of embarrassment. His fingers reach for my chin, forcing my gaze to his. He searches my eyes for a second, before a wide grin showing his pearly whites takes over his handsome face.
“You watched them.” He’s not asking a question, he knows. “And did my little Angel enjoy watching them?” He kisses my lips.
“Yes,” I admit on a breath.
“Did you wish you were down there with them?”
I shake my head, my lips brushing against his. “No, it wasn’t about them. I…” I try to pull my face down, but he stops me, not releasing my chin.
“Tell me.”
I look into his vibrant turquoise eyes that hold no judgment, and it gives me the courage I need. “I was imagining us.” I swallow past the nerves as my body flushes. “Everything they did to her, I pictured you doing to me.”
“And you touched yourself with your hands?” I nod. “Like this?” His hand finally releases my chin and trails down my body until he reaches between my thighs, his fingers softly caressing my slick mound.
“Yes,” I moan.
“And did you make yourself come?” He circles my clit with his finger before pushing it inside of me as I gasp, the pleasure quickly consuming the ache.
“Yes. It was my second orgasm thinking of you, Shane.”
His brows rise with surprise, his finger momentarily faltering. “Second?”
I bite my lip and nod. “The first was after the auction when I was home. I made myself come by rubbing my legs together,” I admit as my face ignites, still remembering the day like it was yesterday.
It was during the live auction at the gala, where all the players were up for bid for a friendly date with the winner, only I didn’t expect Shane to be as well.
One thing led to another, and suddenly Shane was removing his dress shirt on stage.
I felt my entire body combust into flames at that exact moment as I watched his glorious torso being revealed to me for the first time, button after button.
For the rest of the evening, I was so hot and bothered that by the time I got home, I found myself lying in bed rubbing my legs together. I didn’t touch myself, but apparently the friction and images in my mind were enough to send me tipping over the cliff.