Chapter 16 #3
Aldrich positioned himself between her thighs and slid into her pussy slowly. He stopped and smiled down at her. Her walls clenched around his dick. He eased out of her core, then slammed into her, stealing her breath.
“DH,” she moaned, the nickname slipping out in a moment of abandon. He was stretching her so good. It felt so incredible to be full of him.
The sounds he made were deep and guttural as he stroked into her. Her breasts bounced, capturing his attention as his hands gripped her hips.
“God, you’re tight,” he grunted, his strokes becoming erratic.
Her legs tightened around his waist, and her nails dug into his back.
With every thrust, he rubbed against her clit.
The sensation was building quickly. She made the mistake of looking at Aldrich and immediately shut her eyes tightly.
Lately, when their bodies were connected like this, and he paused to lock eyes with her, it felt like it was too much and not enough all at once, an intimacy that unsettled and thrilled her.
“Come on, Kitten, come for me,” he murmured into the crook of her neck. He nibbled at her pulse, and the dam broke inside her. She came hard, squeezing his dick tightly.
Even with the barrier between them, she felt his release. He came hard. “So fucking good,” he breathed against her skin.
She couldn’t agree more. Her body still tingling, she smiled up at him, basking in the afterglow of their connection.
Her stomach growled. “I think I’m ready to eat,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of impatience.
“Damn, I could really do with a shower,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt with a weary sigh.
“Why don’t you go ahead and shower? I’ll clean up and make sure dinner is warm enough. Maybe open a bottle of wine,” she suggested, her tone softening as she tried to create a comforting atmosphere.
“My, my, aren’t you feeling domestic?” he teased, swatting her ass playfully before giving her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll make the shower quick.”
She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile. “Don’t push it, or I’ll eat it all myself and make you watch me enjoy it.” Her threat only made him chuckle as he headed to the shower.
Aldrich didn’t take long to shower, and by the time he returned, she had their meal ready to eat.
“This looks good,” he complimented, his eyes lighting up as he surveyed the spread.
“It’s a fusion?—”
He cut her off. “You got this from Ma’s Fusion?”
Sorinah laughed, shaking her head at his predictable reaction. God, he became feral at the mention of Aaron Ma or anything connected to him. “No, I’m aware of your feud with Aaron Ma. This restaurant was a bold blend of Trinidadian and Canadian flavours.” Her laughter softened into a half-smile.
Aldrich gave her a skeptical look, and she knew she was taking a chance with the meal as he was particular about his Trini food.
“Give it a try. If you don’t like it, I’ll make you a bowl of cereal,” she offered, her tone light but slightly defensive.
“Wow. You are so good to me,” he said, reaching over to playfully tug her ear.
“Dick Hole,” she shot back, flicking her middle finger at him.
“Eat,” Aldrich ordered, his tone firm but playful.
“You first.” She watched intently as he took his first bite, holding her breath.
“It isn’t bad. It’s different, but you can taste the Trini flavours,” he said, his voice neutral but not dismissive.
It wasn’t a glowing review, but at least he didn’t hate it. As he continued to eat, the food seemed to grow on him.
“Thank you for giving it a try,” she said, relieved.
“You being here and the meal are the perfect end to the day,” he said, his voice warm as he rubbed her hand.
Sorinah resisted the urge to pull away, trying to let herself lean into the moment. It was hard when he was being sweet—it made her guard waver. She needed to change the topic.
“So I have a question, and I need an honest answer,” she said, her tone shifting to something more serious.
He didn’t look thrilled with the change in direction. “When am I not honest with you? Just ask your question.”
“Were you the one who taught my son how to do a donut?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and concern. Mars didn’t need that skill in his repertoire. He wasn’t about to star in Tokyo Drift.
Aldrich placed his fork down and quirked an eyebrow at her, sighing. “No, I did not.”
She hadn’t thought he had. Aldrich respected her feelings when it came to her son. But she was certain he knew who had taught Mars that dangerous skill.
“Okay. Was it Vic or Ambrose?” she pressed, knowing those two were as much trouble as they were helpful.
Aldrich shook his head, cutting her off. “Oh no, you don’t. You aren’t going to get me to snitch.”
She narrowed her eyes, pointing her fork at him. “You promised to be honest.”
His smile was disarming, and for a moment, she thought she had cornered him. “And I’m honestly telling you, I’m not answering your question.”
“You can’t do that,” she pouted, her frustration bubbling up.
He picked his fork back up and shrugged, unbothered.
“Sorry. You’ll have to find another way to gather your information,” he said, leaning over to kiss her before spearing a piece of chicken and popping it into his mouth.