by Whitley Cox
His dick was raging now. Pulsing in time to the beat of his heart as he ate Isobel out with the intensity of a starved man. Because he was starved. He’d been starved for the touch and compassion of a good woman for far too long.
She seemed to see all that he was—or wasn’t—and yet in many ways that was okay. She didn’t ask for more.
At least not yet.
There would come a time she would ask him for more, and when she realized he had nothing left, nothing more to give, she’d walk away.
He couldn’t focus on that now. That was pain for later. Pain he would endure alone. Right now, there was a woman who wanted to heal his heart, take away his pain and in return fill a hole he thought would be empty forever.
“Aaron,” she whimpered. Her hand landed on his head. Propping herself up on her elbows, she gazed down at him, her eyes glassy, her lids hooded. “Everything okay?”
Ah, fuck.
He’d stopped.
He’d fucking stopped.
Stopped his tongue, stopped his lips, stopped his fingers.
He was so inside his own head, he’d forgotten about his body. He’d forgotten about Isobel’s body.
Grunting, he flicked her clit. “Sorry, babe.”
She put her head back down. “Whatever you did a second ago, do that again.”
Son of a bitch. What had he done a second ago? He hadn’t even been paying attention to what he was doing.
Shit.
Christ.
“You were sucking on my clit and swirling your finger just—oh, oh, yeah, just like that—” Her leg spasmed on his shoulder, knocking his ear.
Thank fuck.
He sucked on her clit, drawing the sensitive nub into his mouth.
“Ooooh,” she crooned, filling his mouth with more sweetness.
He wanted to make her come. Then he wanted to flip her over onto her belly, push her legs together, cover her body and fuck her into the mattress until she was putty.
Using the flat of his tongue, he swept it up through her cleft, laving at the lips and twirling it around her clit, sucking on the hood, which she seemed to really like.
Her pussy quivered around his fingers. She was getting close.
An easy nut to crack and with more tells than the world’s worst poker player.
“Another finger,” she panted, pushing her body down onto his face, shamelessly taking what she wanted from him and telling him what she needed. He fucking loved it.
He added another finger.
She tensed around him, the rise and fall of her hips growing more and more erratic. “Oh, fuck, yes.” She cupped her breasts, pulling her bra down to expose her nipples, her fingers tugging and tweaking until they grew strawberry-red and pointy.
Aaron knew he should probably just shut his eyes and get to work, but it was fascinating and sexy as fuck to watch her. She was so animated, so comfortable in her own skin and with her own body and pleasure, he was mesmerized.
He sucked hard once again on her clit, pressed up on her G-spot with his middle finger, and she detonated.
A warm gush filled his mouth as she convulsed and rippled around him, her body bowing on the bed, her hips pressing up to his face as she rode the waves of ecstasy.
He’d shut his eyes when she started to come but opened them again to watch her, enamored with the beauty before him and how unabashedly she allowed herself to experience pleasure. She pulled at her crimson nipples until they were so far away from her breasts, Aaron figured they must hurt, but she continued to do it, tugging and twiddling, pinching and fiddling. Her mouth opened and her chest heaved as she crested the climax and began to fall back down to Earth, her body slowly relaxing, the tension vacating her muscles. A soft sigh released from her parted lips, and her hands fell away from her breasts to the bed.
He licked up through her cleft, and her leg spasmed again.
He chuckled as he pulled away. She’d been like that last night too. Highly sensitive right after her orgasms. He loved it.
He stood up and removed his jogging shorts and boxers, followed by his shirt. She’d blinked her eyes open just in time to watch him toss all the clothes into the hamper.
She crooked a finger at him as a small, sultry smile coasted across her lips. Lips he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing. Lips he knew he’d never get bored of watching wrap around his cock and suck him like a pro, swallowing every drop like a champ, batting her lashes at him and asking for more. And most importantly, they were lips he loved to watch curl up into a smile. She had the best fucking smile.
He would never grow tired of Isobel. Never.
The same couldn’t be said for her though. She’d probably grow tired of him by the year’s end. Possibly sooner.
Stowing the niggling thoughts of self-doubt in the back of his mind, he grinned, making his way around the bed to his nightstand. He located a condom, tore open the package and slipped it on.
Placing one knee in the bed, he gripped her by the ankles and then, with a flick of his wrists, flipped her to her belly.
She let out a loud and surprised squeal and then an oof.
He hovered above her body and unhooked her bra, freeing it from her chest and arms and tossing it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. Kneeing her legs apart, he pushed two fingers back inside her and pumped. “I love it when you tell me how you want me to eat your pussy. Love a woman who knows what she wants, where she wants my tongue and how many fingers she wants inside her.”
Isobel groaned as he slipped a third finger in. When she pushed her butt up into the air just a touch, he had to temper his desire. He’d like nothing more than to take her there, take her tight hole and watch her shatter into a million pieces as he pumped three fingers in her pussy and shoved his tongue down her throat. Fill her up with all of him and watch her come undone.
Another time though.
Soon.
“I want more than just your fingers inside me now,” she whispered, maneuvering a hand beneath herself and beginning to rub her clit.
He shook his head and, using his free hand, pulled her arm out from under her. “Nope. It’s my turn now. I’m in charge. You come when I tell you to come. You put your arms, your legs, your ass where I tell you to put them.”
She craned her neck around to look at him, a cheeky little curl to her lips.
“Can I make one final request, please?” She batted her lashes at him with far too much sass. He’d have to consider spanking some of that attitude out of her.
He gripped his dick in his fist and gave it a couple of tugs. “Fine, one.”
She licked her lips. “Kiss me.”
20
Aaron’s kisses were the absolute best.
Fierce and passionate. Driven and hard.
The man kissed the way he did everything, full throttle, no holds barred, and to the max.
When she asked him to kiss her, she’d been expecting him to just lean over her body and kiss her quick. What she got—what she loved—was so much more.
He splayed himself over her completely, his weight pressing her into the bed, his arms on top of hers, fingers intertwined with hers, mouth devouring hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and demanded entry, wet, hot and powerful. He pried her lips open, swirled his tongue around hers and forced her to acquiesce to his control. She was pinned, unable to move—not that she wanted to—but either way, she couldn’t even cup his face, so she just let him take over the kiss. He bit her lip hard, tugging and nibbling. She tried to nip him back playfully, but he pulled away, smiled and then dove back in, spreading her mouth open wide and plunging his tongue inside.
She tasted her release on his lips. It just spurred her on. His heavy weight on her pressed her hips into the bed, and if she wiggled just right, she could get her labia to open and her clit could get some lovin’.
But Aaron was wise to her games, and when he figured out what she was doing, he reared up off her body and a harsh, unexpected smack landed firm across her
left buttock.
“Eek,” she squealed, a rush of heat blooming from her struck bottom up through the rest of her body. She blinked open her eyes and glared at him over her shoulder. “What was that for?”
“I told you that I will tell you when you get to come. I’m in control. You were disobeying me.” A slow grin crossed his handsome face and made her heart skip a beat. “Understood?”
Biting her lip to keep herself from smiling, she nodded. Then she ground down against the bed again, brought her hand beneath her and flicked her clit, all the while continuing to watch him.
Heat flooded the dark blue of his eyes. “You’re a brat. “
Her lips twitched as she tried to flatten them, determined not to smile. “You love it.” Ah shit, she was smiling.
His dark red brows furrowed, and he shook his head. “Miss Jones, you simply will not learn.”
Did the air whistle? It sure as heck sounded like it. Down came his palm once again, this time on her right cheek. She jerked on the bed, inhaling from his strike. But like before, the pain lasted mere moments, and what replaced it was a warm, pleasant throb.
He spread his body back out on top of hers, running his hands over her arms, spreading them out on the mattress so her body made the letter T. “Follow my lead,” he said, pushing back up to his knees.
She nodded, the excitement of the spanks and what he had planned next making her want to finally obey. She wasn’t sure she could submit entirely—it’d never been in her nature—but she was curious about the position he had her in and what was to come of it.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He pushed her knees back together so she lay face down on the bed, arms out, legs touching. He scooted up over her, his knees on either side of her legs, arms on either side of her shoulders.
Levering up onto one hand, he grabbed his cock and slowly breached her body.
They both moaned at the same time.
In this position, with her legs closed, she was tight. She felt all of him. Every hard, solid inch of him. He slid into her channel with ease, her arousal making both of them slick. Once fully seated, he began to move.
Everything felt good.
She’d never had sex in this position before. Her legs had always been spread. This was new. This was exciting. This was incredible.
“So fucking tight, Iz. So fucking tight,” he murmured next to her ear. “Love your tight little pussy and the way it hugs my dick just right. The perfect fit.”
The perfect fit.
With each measured thrust, he pushed her body harder into the bed, her clit bounced against the mattress, and her pebble-hard nipples demanded to be pinched. She was going stir-crazy from how good it felt, but she was on the verge of insanity from not being able to make it all feel even better.
He kissed a hot, wet path across her shoulders, sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck and scraping them down to her right bicep.
She moaned, pushing up just a touch to welcome him in deeper.
His groan behind her said he approved the assist and very much enjoyed it.
A hand worked its way beneath her, and fingers found a nipple. They tugged until she gasped and squirmed.
“Just because I liked it doesn’t mean it was allowed.” His voice was a rough and strained tenor behind her. “I control your pleasure, remember?” He pinched her nipple harder. Heat coiled in her belly, and she ground her clit down against the bed again.
“Iz, you’re really a terrible submissive.”
“That was your first mistake there, stud. I’m nobody’s submissive. Not in the bedroom, not ever.”
Was that a growl behind her?
Before she could blink, let alone get her rocks off, he was off her and out of her, and she found herself being hauled up to her knees.
Was he mad? Was he honestly expecting her to submit to him or get out? Was he going to tell her to put her clothes on and go get Sophie?
Sure, she was a bit of marshmallow, as her mother called her, but she was no doormat. And contrary to what a lot of her exes believed, there was a difference. She was a strong, independent woman with a soft heart. She’d never let a man tell her what to do, and she had no intention of starting. Once in a while, she relinquished control in the bedroom—somewhat—but most of the time (perhaps it was because she’d never really found a partner who truly satisfied her), she took matters into her own hands and told the guy how to get the job done. Took the reins, climbed on top and made it happen.
It was a hard habit to break.
Maybe Aaron could help her?
She was about to suggest they try again. He could even tie her up if he wanted to, that way she really couldn’t move, but the look in his eyes told her plans had changed and she needed to just wait.
So she waited.
Watching her with hooded eyes, he moved until he was propped up against the headboard. He took his heavy, latex-encased cock in his hand and stroked it. “What do you want, Isobel?”
Phew.
Grinning like a cat that had just had a whole bowl of warm cream placed in front of her, Isobel crawled across the bed, tossed one leg over his lap and hovered just above him.
“Little control freak,” he whispered, taking his cock and angling the tip at her center.
“Nuh-uh.” She lifted one eyebrow before shaking her head and tilting her hips forward so the tip of him hit a different part of her. She sank down just a touch so he got the idea.
He was no dummy.
Lust filled his eyes, his lips parted, and warm puffs of air escaped him, hitting her lips, which were just inches from his. “Iz, we don’t—”
She put her finger to his lips. “I thought I was in charge.”
His throat bobbed on a hard swallow, but the wicked and triumphant gleam in his eyes told her he wasn’t at all unsure of it.
Using his fingers, he trailed a path of wetness up from her center and between her cheeks, lubricating her tight hole. A hole she hadn’t given over to a man in quite some time, and even then, she really hadn’t found one who knew what the hell he was doing back there.
She couldn’t quite put her finger on why she wanted to go there with Aaron, particularly now. All she knew was that she did.
She really, really did.
He pushed a finger inside her, then another, scissoring them to stretch her out. She squirmed in his lap. It was a sensation she was familiar with, but it’d been a while.
“Don’t have to, Iz, we really don’t.”
She pressed her lips to his, lifted up and waited for him to remove his fingers and replace them with something else. “Shh,” she whispered against his lips. “I want this. I want you. I trust you.”
The fire in his eyes seared her soul, opened her heart and made everything inside her tingle.
She felt the tip of his cock press against her anus.
“Push out, Iz,” he whispered, his words strained, his breaths coming out in ragged pants. She had one hand on his chest and one on his shoulder. The pulse in his neck against her thumb beat wildly.
She did as she was told, pushing out with her muscles at the same time she sank down, breathing out with each luscious inch she took in.
“Jesus fuck, Iz,” he groaned. “Not gonna last long like this.”
Once he was fully inside her and she had acclimatized to his size, she lifted up just a touch. “Fingers,” she whispered, moving a hand between them to find her clit.
His eyes flared.
“Two.”
Awe filled his gaze as he pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to pump. Slowly, finding their rhythm, she began to move. Up and down, she moved in his lap, taking him out to the tip, then back down to the root, all the while rubbing her clit as Aaron’s fingers plunged inside.
She was close in no time. Full. Full of Aaron, just the way she needed it to be.
“Baby,” he ground out, bucking up into her, the cadence of his fingers inside her beginning to ebb as he approached the pinnacl
e. “So fucking good. So, so fucking good. Not gonna last.”
She reached for his free hand with her free hand and laced their fingers together. They needed to come together.
Her face was just above his, their lips close but not touching, eyes focused on the other. He had the most incredible blue eyes. Dark and stormy, with bright bursts of yellow around the pupils. They were unique and beautiful. Unusual and tumultuous, just like Aaron.
“Fuck, Iz, so good.”
She lifted up, swirled her hips, then captured his mouth at the same time she dropped back down.
They both shut their eyes and came. His tongue pushed into her mouth and swept inside as his cock pulsed and her whole body tightened. Every muscle inside her went rigid, even her toes curled, and her legs cramped as the orgasm ricocheted around her body like the ball in a pinball machine.
Aaron pulled free from the kiss and tucked his face into her shoulder, kissing along the bone as he descended down from the ether.
“You’re incredible, Iz,” he said, his voice muffled as he continued to pepper kisses over her flushed skin. “Never met a woman like you.”
“I’ve never met a man like you either,” she said, pulling her hand from between them.
He snatched her wrist and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking each one off like it was butter pecan ice cream on the hottest day of the year. A new rush of need whirled through her, and she clenched around the fingers he still had inside her.
His eyes had been closed, but when he was done licking off her fingers, he opened them, and what looked back at her was a need, a lust, a desire so intense every molecule of oxygen fled her lungs at once and her eyes stopped blinking.
Isobel’s bottom lip dropped open.
Something akin to terror flashed behind Aaron’s eyes before it vanished just as quickly, and a big smile brightened up his whole face. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, licked those clean too and then gently helped her climb off his lap.
The condom hung—very full—off his semi-hard cock. He tugged it off, tied it and then, with his other hand, reached for hers and hauled her up to standing. “Come on, sexy, let’s go have a shower.” He propelled her ahead of him and then slapped her butt. “You might not submit to me, but I bet I could make that ass a very purty pink in the shower.”
