Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
WHY ARE YOU SO RIDICULOUS?
Sorinah
Kissing wasn’t really her thing. Because let’s face it, most men didn’t kiss that well.
Plus, kissing was invasive. For Sorinah, it wasn’t worth the effort to endure something that rarely lived up to expectations.
It felt like an unnecessary exercise, and she often found herself checking out while she was being smooched.
Not this time, though. This time, the kiss was commanding and drew her in with an intensity she hadn’t experienced before.
His tongue skillfully explored her mouth, igniting a spark that left her breathless.
His touch was firm and confident as his hands travelled the expanse of her back, finally cupping her ass, grounding her in the moment.
She moaned into his mouth, welcoming his touch. The heat of large hands penetrated her skin.
The kiss ended abruptly. He pulled away, giving her a quick peck. Taking her hand, he instructed, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
His steps were quick as he led them to the first door on the left. It was a large room, and the moonlight illuminated the space through the double patio doors. The bed was enormous. The largest she’d ever seen was a California King size, and this one was significantly larger.
After the soft click of the door closing behind her, gentle light filled the room.
“You seem fascinated by my bed,” he remarked, slipping off his jacket with an effortless motion.
She realised she had never seen him without one before, and the observation gave her pause.
Her first thought had been that he was uptight, too buttoned-up for comfort.
But looks could be deceiving; he was proving to be anything but.
Aldrich was unravelling her assumptions, showing himself to be far more layered than she had imagined.
“I was trying to figure out the size.”
He folded his jacket and placed it on the back of a chair. “It’s a Wyoming King. Any more questions about the furniture?”
How did he manage to make lifting his eyebrow look so smug? Dick Hole.
“Nope.” Her mouth popped as she pronounced the ‘P’.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants. Then he smiled at her, displaying his perfect teeth.
“Hard nos?” He unbuttoned his shirt as he held her gaze.
“Huh?” She shook her head. Her gaze dropped to his bare chest.
Perfectly tanned, ridiculously sculpted. Of course, she knew he had a magnificent physique. It was apparent, even in the suits he wore, he took good care of himself. But damn! His torso looked like it belonged on the cover of a men’s health magazine.
The tattoos were a surprise. The design was of a bold Dutch lion, its mane rendered in striking shades of orange and black, symbolizing strength and courage.
Accompanying it was a vibrant Trinidadian hummingbird, its feathers a brilliant mix of green, blue, and gold, representing beauty and grace.
Together, they created a stunning fusion of cultures and artistry.
The art was vibrant and bold. Yet another thing about Aldrich which didn’t match the idea of him she had built in her head.
“Do you have any hard nos, shit that will take you out of the moment?”
He shrugged off his shirt and carefully laid it over the jacket, smoothing it down with a precise, almost ritualistic motion. It was clear someone had a Type-A personality, their attention to detail betraying a need for order even in small things.
This question was an easy one to answer. “No spitting. Don’t spit in my mouth, my pussy, or anywhere on me.” Her features morphed into disgust.
“Okay,” he said, shrugging before reaching for her hand.
“Wait!” she ordered, holding back her hand. “You aren’t into that kind of shit, are you?”
“Gurl, you mad or what?” His accent thickened. “I’m not spitting on anything. If I can’t make you wet, I wouldn’t have invited you up here.”
Well, dayum. Alright now. His island accent came alive.
“You have asked about my dislikes. But you didn’t ask about my likes.”
“Oh, those, I’m going to take my time discovering.”
“How?” She inclined her head.
“Your body is going to tell me everything I need to know.”
Okay, he is so cocky! But also, really sexy.
Aldrich took her hand and spun her around. His lips pressed against her neck. “You smell good.”
“Thank you.”
“Hm. Let’s get you out of this dress.”
The zipper’s soft rasp seemed to echo in the quiet room.
She closed her eyes, savouring the moment.
Her stomach clenched with anticipation as his forefinger stroked her back.
When was the last time she felt so much excitement at the simplest of actions?
He slipped the strap from one shoulder, pressing an open-mouth kiss to her bare skin.
She shivered under his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as his hands moved lower, tracing patterns on her back.
A deep groan escaped his lips as he guided the dress down and off her body. It landed in a pool at her feet. “Step out,” he ordered.
Unable to help himself, he bent down and picked up the dress, draping it over his discarded clothing.
Gesturing, he signalled for her to spin around. “Very sexy,” he complimented.
His tone stroked her nerve endings. Her nipples immediately pebbled.
It had been a while since she had a partner to satisfy her needs.
Life was hectic between running a business and raising a teenager.
Finding the right person to understand their role, to please and bounce was harder than one would think.
At first, her arrangements would be on board, but eventually, they would want more.
“You’re thinking too much.” His breath fanned the shell of her ear.
When had he moved behind her? Her bra was unhooked with ease.
“What colour is this?” he asked, bringing her lace bra into view.
“Rose gold.”
“Nice.” He placed his hands on her waist.
Anticipation hummed inside her core. “I see you are all controlled.”
How is it she couldn’t remember hearing him laugh before? Sexy and a bit unnerving. She was sensing a pattern. Most things involving Aldrich were sexy mixed with something else.
“Hardly, but you’ll see.” His grin would get direct entry into a villain academy.
It didn’t take long for her to understand exactly what he meant.
Soon, he was speaking directly to her pussy in a low, teasing murmur, and the little heifer was revelling in it, pulsing hungrily in response.
Her walls fluttered, a wave of heat spreading through her core.
Earlier, she had been so certain she was ready for this man and whatever he could throw her way, but now she wasn’t so sure.
Yet, not so unsure that she’d give up her quest.
While she was waging her internal dialogue, he divested her of her panties.
Sorinah was proud of her body. She embraced her full curves and every extra pound.
She ate what she wanted and balanced it out with Pilates, pole, and yoga.
Validation wasn’t something she sought or needed.
But Lord, the way Aldrich looked at her filled her with a feeling she couldn’t describe.
Her entire body felt the power of his desire-filled gaze.
“On the bed.”
Did he growl at her? Despite that, she followed his instructions without question. Totally out of character, but her reward was instant.
Holy shit. Her mouth went wet and dry all at the same time. Cause Ba-by! Her thighs fell open. Not wanting to appear too eager, she moved to close them.
“Stop! Leave them open. I’m enjoying the view.”
Well, since he asked so nicely.
“Wait!” she called.
“Yes,” he answered, not bothering to stop unzipping his pants.
“Please tell me you didn’t bring me all the way up here and you don’t have protection.
” Her tone held a slight whine. All night they had been dancing, their bodies moving in perfect harmony to the rhythm of the music.
She wanted to see if they could recreate that magic in the bedroom. Besides, she was naked.
This time he stopped, arched his eyebrow, redirecting his attention to her face. “Of course, I have protection. Are you ready to allow me to take care of you?”
“Maybe.” She would not dwell on the odd way he phrased his sentence.
“Hmm.” Aldrich removed his pants and boxers.
Sorinah just about swallowed her tongue.
It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen a well-endowed man before.
While he wasn’t standing at attention, his length and girth were still impressive.
His member looked like a damn golden Snickers bar, but…
thicker and longer. She hoped she could handle the pleasure.
Well, she was no quitter and was well up for the challenge.
No wonder Aldrich was so… him. If she had a dick that looked like that, she would be… extra, too. She imagined the confidence that came with such a package and couldn’t help but smirk. Still, she had to admit, Aldrich wore it well. His swagger wasn’t just for show—it was earned.
See? Dick Hole was smirking as he gathered the last of his discarded clothing. In the same manner as earlier, he stepped away to neatly place them over the back of the chair.
Good gravy, the man’s ass was perfection. It was the kind of ass that made you want to reach out and grab it, to feel the firm, muscular curves beneath your hands. His ass could make a grown woman weak in the knees, and it was all she could do to keep from staring.
“Enjoying the view?” he mocked, walking back towards her.
“Eh, I’ve seen better.” She shrugged.
Aldrich chuckled. “I doubt it.”
When her attempt at hiding her smile failed, she stuck her tongue out at him.
“I’m sure you’ll get used to it,” he taunted.
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile.
“Or maybe not,” he added with a wink.
Opening a drawer in the nightstand, he produced a string of condoms and tossed it on the bed. It landed beside her. His large, warm hands squeezed her thighs, diverting her attention from the black and gold squares. She shivered as his fingers traced patterns on her skin.