Chapter 16 #2
“Exactly what I said.” I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom where I sat her on the bed.
Once I’d peeled the towel from her and tossed it into the bathroom, I gripped her behind the knees and pushed up and out, spreading her open for me.
I stared down at her as I brushed my hands along her inner thighs, not stopping until I was nearly to her pussy, all pink and swollen and so fucking wet for me.
She shifted under my gaze, her body restless, her fingers twitching at her sides. And then she lifted them from the bed and ran them over her breasts and down her stomach, straight for where she was no doubt aching for relief.
But before she could make contact, I said, “Hands off,” my tone brooking no argument.
She stopped immediately and let out a low groan. “Aiden. Please.”
“No touching.” I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off before undoing the fly of my pants and giving my cock a little room to breathe.
Bracing my hands on either side of her hips, I leaned over her, bringing our faces inches apart.
“You had your chance in the bathroom, and you couldn’t make it happen.
So that means this pussy is mine to make come tonight. If I want to.”
“Oh my God,” she said, eyes wide, fingers curled around my forearms. “Please don’t leave me wound up like this…”
I lifted a brow at her. “The next time you get like this, are you going to act like a brat who’s desperate to have her clit spanked, or are you going to be a good girl and tell me what you need?”
Indecision flashed across her face, as if what I’d said interested her.
And if I’d been uncertain about the two of us clicking before, that simple move wiped every ounce of hesitation away.
I’d met my match in Avery. She yielded to me…
but only after a fight. She was pliant…but only after she made me work for it.
And I fucking loved that push and pull between us.
Loved how she gave just as good as she got.
“Not sure, bunny? Let’s test it out.” I ran my hand down her inner thigh, not stopping until I brushed over the length of her slit.
She moaned at the barest contact of my thumb against her swollen clit, peeking out from beneath its hood.
Then I brought my fingers down hard, a sharp smack sounding in the room.
She jerked, letting out a squeak of surprise as she snapped her legs together. “Aiden!”
“Open for me.” I pressed my hand against her inner thigh and waited until she complied, letting her legs fall to the sides once again. “Good girl,” I murmured, gliding my fingers over her pussy in a soft caress.
Once she settled, her body melting into the bed at my gentle strokes, I brought my hand down against her again. This time, her sharp gasp was followed by a long, low moan, and I reveled in the sound. Wanted to hear it again and again.
But as much as I loved it, it was far too fucking loud.
I lifted my gaze to the wall the pornographic soundtrack had come from last night. If we were able to hear them, no doubt they could hear Avery, and I wasn’t ready to share her sounds with anyone. They were mine and mine alone.
“Shh, bunny. You’ve gotta be quiet, or everyone’s going to know exactly how needy this pussy is.” Reaching up, I cupped my hand over her mouth to stifle her sounds, and that only seemed to make her hotter, a muffled moan slipping free. “Do you like this?”
She murmured against my palm, a subtle nod showing her agreement as she attempted to shift closer.
“Look at you, arching your hips up for another spanking. You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? Acting like a brat just to get your clit slapped.”
She fisted the sheets on either side of her hips and stared up at me with wide eyes, a whimper vibrating against my palm.
I cupped her pussy with my other hand, brushing the heel of my palm against her clit in soft circles to keep her right on the edge, aching for relief.
“If you would’ve just told me how desperate your cunt was for me to own it instead of acting like a brat, I would’ve given you exactly what you wanted.
Would’ve made you come on my fingers and my tongue and my cock.
Over and over again until you begged me to stop.
” I slid my hand up, swiping my fingers through her wetness before bringing them down against her on another loud smack.
Her entire body jolted, her eyes rolling back and her legs curling up toward her chest as she shuddered and moaned.
Her pussy was a deep, dark pink, swollen and dripping wet, thanks to my hand.
I wanted to sink my cock inside her so fucking bad, watch as her pussy stretched around me, taking me deep.
Wanted to taste all this sweetness I’d coaxed out of her.
Wanted her to come so many times she’d soak the sheets beneath her. And then again, just because I could.
“But now?” I brushed my fingers through her slit. Not giving her the pressure or the speed she needed. “You’re getting one.”
Her wide eyes shot to mine, and she let out a whimper of disappointment behind my hand.
“Just one,” I confirmed as I continued the too-light pressure against her. “And it’s not going to be from my tongue or from my fingers buried deep inside you. It’s not going to be from my cock fucking one out of you. It’s going to be from me slapping your clit like the naughty girl you are.”
I didn’t know if it was my words or my actions—the soft glide of my fingers against her, dipping just inside to tease, followed by a sharp slap to her clit, but she came then, her back arching, legs curled toward her chest as she shuddered and shook through her release.
I caught her moans against my hand, my gaze soaking in every inch of her body as waves of pleasure rolled through her and her pussy pulsed against my fingers.
My cock was a steel pipe in my pants. Angry and hard and fucking desperate to feel the sweet heaven of her cunt squeezing the life out of it as she came until she couldn’t anymore.
But I wasn’t fucking her tonight. We needed to talk before we did that again, and now was not the time.
So instead of giving in to what I knew we both wanted, I headed into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I found her exactly where I’d left her, in the middle of the bed, limbs spread out, pussy still wet and needy.
With soft strokes, I cleaned her off, taking care to be gentle.
After I tossed the cloth into the bathroom, I slipped out of my pants and into bed, gathering her in my arms as I tucked us both beneath the covers.
She curled immediately into my side, her head resting on my chest as I stroked my fingers down her back.
“You okay?” I asked, my lips against her forehead.
She gave a soft hum and nodded, wrapping her arm across my stomach and draping a leg over my hips to snuggle closer. After long moments of silence, she whispered, “Tomorrow, can I have it?”
“Have what?”
“Everything,” she said, tipping her head back to look up at me. “All of it. Just like you said.”
I reached up and swiped the hair back from her face, brushing my thumb down her jaw. “If you want it.”
And I knew she could read in those words everything I wasn’t saying. We could go back to how things were—no touching, no intimacy. Addison could continue to throw us together, and we could continue to fight it.
Or we could see where this thing between us could go. It was her choice.
“I do.”
I lowered my mouth to hers then, groaning when she slipped her tongue into my mouth and relishing in the taste of her. After a moment, I pulled back and murmured against her lips, “I’ll give you whatever you want, bunny. You just have to tell me what that is.”