Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1)

by Kia Carrington-Russell

With a smile that claimed that she was the one in power, she said, “You don’t have to wait long. Help yourself, there is beer in the fridge as well.”

  Brandy closed the door behind her and left my stiff cock to feel neglected. After all that talking, teasing, and stroking in the car on the way back here, I was certain she wouldn’t leave me hanging like this. But that is how Brandy liked to play, she liked to be in charge and make the call.

  It was around lunchtime and I wasn’t overly hungry, but slightly parched. I opened her fridge and grabbed one of the beers. I opened it and took a large swig. I needed to cool myself down before she came back out. Slowly I could feel my erection soften. What a tease she is, I thought. A fresh tray of cookies sat on the stove. Obviously Brandy had left them so they could cool down. I grabbed two and sat against the bench. I ate them as I swigged my beer, neither of which I could taste.

  Brandy and I had known one another for a while now, maybe I could take things into a serious direction. After all, we had known one another since college. She never attempted to use me for my money and always enjoyed her time with me. On top of that her stamina in the bedroom and bisexual tendencies added as perks to the situation.

  I grabbed another two cookies, and then another two. I couldn’t even taste them but I was sure I would’ve enjoyed them.

  I walked over to her bed in the corner of the room. Posters surrounded it on the brick walls. I unbuttoned my shirt and the belt of my pants and laid down while I waited for her.

  What felt like thirty minutes later, she finally came out. My eyes trailed over her tanned skin as she now wore a black G-string. Her tattoos over her arms and lower stomach were swirls of red and green in comparison to the black lace. It took me a little longer to get up. I looked at the beer, intrigued why only one drink would make me feel a little tipsy. Probably the man flu.

  “I hope you won’t be over in that doorway for too long,” I growled at her before tapping next to me on the bed. She smiled, her freshly applied red lipstick speaking volumes as to the amount of effort she put in for my visit. “Do you think the lace will last?”

  With a smile she crawled up the end of the bed and over me, her hand slowly undoing my zipper as she licked over her lips sensually. “I hope so, I want you to last as long as you possibly can,” she smiled as the sound of the zipper slowly tugging down pleased her. “I want to be able to ride you right now, scream out your name so loudly, because you are fucking my brains out. I want you to pound me so hard from beneath that I should be scratching at the roof.”

  Her eyes reflected such mischief and already my cock was exactly at the point she wanted it to be. She pulled down my pants, scraping her nails on the inside of my thigh. I tried to lift myself onto my elbows, but she gave me a daring glance. She was taking this slow, she was teasing me. I placed the beer down on the side table. My head was a little bit fuzzy from the drink and I wouldn’t need that to cool me down any longer.

  “You are such a tease,” I said with a cocky grin as she pulled my pants off, smiling victoriously.

  “You like it when I talk dirty do you,” she mused. Brandy sat up and smiled so wickedly it sent goosebumps over my skin. She crept over me and dipped slightly, letting her tits brush past my cock. She tilted her head slightly as if she were going to suck me, but only smiled teasingly as she continued to prowl over me.

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me, but baby you better back it up with some action,” I said. Slowly, very slowly, teasing me to the point where I didn’t think I could handle her taunts any longer, she undid the rest of the buttons to my shirt. Her tits looked amazing. She was a vision of beautiful tan skin and striking eyes. Very daring and promiscuous eyes.

  She kissed down my exposed stomach, her nails digging into my forearms as she pinned me down. Usually I would want to take over, I wouldn’t let these games and taunts continue, but right now Brandy was in control. My body began to feel sluggish as the red of her hair began to distort slightly.

  “I’m going to back it up,” she smiled with her hot breath flushing over my cock. She came back towards me, kissing my throat and nipping at my jaw line. Her soft hand slipped around my cock, applying a forceful pressure that had me both in pleasure and in pain. She steadied herself so she could hover over me, her wet folds rubbing over the head of my hard cock. Slowly she lowered herself over my aching cock. Inch by inch she savoured my cock until she was entirely impaled on it.

  Accepting my full size and girth, she arched her neck backwards, a small moan escaping her lips. She grabbed my shoulders and then she began to ride me. I lifted myself up but she slammed back down on me.

  “Not yet,” she said, pleasing herself on me. “You let me do the work for this part.” Pleasurable moans crept from her lips as she leant back. Her hands dug into my thighs behind her as she rode me. She began rubbing over her own nipples and pinched them slightly. I couldn’t resist her. I wanted to grab her hips and claim her as mine. I wanted to force her to start screaming my name. But my body was resistant and my mind felt blurred.

  Another moan erupted from Brandy’s lips as her pace increased and she began to rub her clit. Her other hand rubbed over her face and down her neck. Looking around, my vision was noticeably blurred.

  “What are you doing, baby?” Her words were distorted as she looked at me with a devilish smile. A light sweat shone off her forehead. She looked into my eyes with a very mischievous grin.

  “Are you on something?” I asked, noticing how sensual her every touch was and how much she moaned as she pleased herself. Everything around me felt like electricity. Slow, tasteful, sensual.

  “Hmmm,” she purred, arching her neck back. I could feel her moisten and drip over me. “Did you get into my special cookies?”

  “What do you mean ‘special’?” She gave me a very direct look.

  Marijuana, she put marijuana in those. “I had six.”

  She gasped. “Oh no, well. Tell me you are not enjoying yourself,” she moaned louder, driving herself up and down my shaft. All around us was slow and her body heat consumed me. “Just enjoy it while it lasts,” she said as she began kissing my neck. I shook my head slightly and noticed my disorientation. I hadn’t had pot in years.

  “I thought you said you were going to make me scream,” she purred, grabbing my ass firmly. “Ride me,” she begged. I felt the heat of my cock within her at her sudden purr. Not much made sense to me right now, but what I did notice most was the heat of me and Brandy, and my cock that was tired of her pleasing herself.

  I didn’t know how much longer I would last now. I would soon be extremely fucked up, so with all my strength and sluggish might, I spun her onto the bed so I was on top. I flung her with too much force, and Brandy went flying over the bed onto the ground. She began laughing as I looked over the edge of the bed. I began laughing uncontrollably with her as I crept onto the floor. I kissed the top her tit and tilted her ass up slightly so I could push my cock into her.

  My tip felt that very overflowing moist and I drove in hard, pushing her back. She put her arm behind her, so my force wouldn’t push her into the wall. She gasped in surprise as I drove hard into her again. I wanted to make her scream so hard that I could hear it ripple through my cock. I drove in again and again, thrusting into her as fast I could. I tried my hardest to ignore my disorientation. All I felt and focused on was my cock diving deep into her wet, dripping pussy. Her moistness was the only thing that anchored me to this world.

  Time flew by as her screaming heightened and her little panties in between didn’t last. This woman had already orgasmed three times, how many more times could she go. I wanted to know, I had to find out. Suddenly my cock couldn’t handle her wetness anymore. I pulled out in time, blowing all over the bottom of her stomach.

  I rolled over next to Brandy on the floor, who panted heavily and said that she couldn’t move. My distorted vision went hazy.

  I was fucked up.

  Chapter Eight

  Moments after, B
randy floated to the bathroom. I groggily reached for the bed and attempted to pull myself up. The room was a haze to me as I searched for my pants. I finally saw them and dragged myself over to them. After a battle with my pants pocket I finally found my phone. I had to get home. It was like mission impossible. I was both freaked out and in the grips of hysterics. My eyes were no bigger than slits as I searched through the numbers on my phone. At the very top of the screen, although I struggled to see it, I read Amber.

  After what felt like an eternity, she answered.

  “This better be good,” her voice rang out. I began to laugh as I imagined her face. “Are you laughing at me?” I held my ribs, trying to contain myself.

  “Are you high?” She was angry now; her Italian accent strangled her words.

  “I am so off my face,” I replied. My insides warmed every time I laughed. My breath was heavy as I rubbed my forehead, but the touch felt foreign.

  “Are you shitting me?”

  I grunted to clear my throat. “No, seriously Amber,” I slurred. “I’m really fucked up. I ate some of Brandy’s cookies, and well, they weren’t normal cookies. I think I’m dying.”

  “You’re with Brandy? Hayden it’s 2 p.m. in the middle of the day and you’re off your face. What makes you think I even want to pick your sorry ass up?”

  “Well if you call a taxi to bring you here, I will let you drive my car,” I promised. She had admired my car for some time now.

  “Well of course I would drive it. You might think you are talking clearly but it’s nothing but a girlish slur,” she hissed. “I’ll be there in ten. Just stay alive and for god’s sake, don’t go downstairs into the pub. Don’t leave her room.”

  Suddenly my phone was beeping, the other side of the line had gone dead. I shifted position so I was leaning against the bed, just staring at the shower door that Brandy had walked through. The longer I sat there resisting the urge to sleep, the more I lost touch with reality. Amber’s voice soon pierced my dream world. I crawled to the door and unlocked it.

  “Oh dear god!” she yelled, raising her hand to shield her view from my nakedness.

  I looked down at myself and began laughing. I swung my hips so my dick slapped from side to side. “Look he’s wagging for you,” I laughed. She pushed me aside and searched for my clothes near the bed.

  “Hey, look at my ass!” I began flexing my cheeks, lifting one cheek and then the other. “I be cheeky.”

  “Just put these on,” Amber said, throwing my jeans at me. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

  “Slap it, slap it,” I prompted, poking my ass towards her as she walked past. She closed the door behind her.

  Brandy was singing in the shower. Steam billowed from underneath the closed door. My vision continued to fade in and out. I fell over myself a few times as I attempted to put my jeans on and gave up on buttoning my shirt. I slid out the door, trying to be quiet. I wrapped my back to the wall.

  Amber was leaning against the wall and she looked at me with an aggravated expression. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” she said. She took her sunglasses out of her black curly hair. “Put these on, you look like a damn idiot.” I reached out my hand to grab them from her. I stopped and looked at my hand, almost mesmerised.

  “Oh god, you are so off your face,” Amber said, placing the sunglasses over my face. My sight instantly went dark. She grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs. “Try and act normal until we get to the car at least.”

  “I love it when you tug me,” I laughed at my own pathetic joke as she growled under her breath.

  My steps were sluggish and I was struggling to see a straight line ahead of me. “Come here,” she said, wrapping her hand around my back. She used all her might to help me walk straight. She rested her other hand on my chest as a few men walked past on their way to the bar. They gave her a side glance which wasn’t received well.

  “I think I love you, Amber,” I said with a sheepish smile. I began to stroke her face. My fingertips loved the sensual feel of her lips.

  “Don’t touch my face,” she growled. She unlocked the car and threw me into the passenger seat so fiercely that I hit the back of my head as I sat down.

  “Oww, you’re so rough on your goods,” I grumbled, rubbing the back of my head. She slipped into the driver’s seat, adjusting the position. She was so much shorter than me.

  “Please, if you were my goods, I’d be even more unfortunate than what I am now. For goodness sake, can you at least attempt to do one button up?” I trailed my fingers over my chest and laughed at myself. I was walking about in public with my shirt undone. I laughed again. This day is funny.

  “You need to make sure your face is covered so no one can see you or take photos of this. They will use it against you in a heartbeat,” she said, pulling out into the traffic.

  “You are always so nice to me,” I purred, still stroking my chest. I was absolutely infatuated with the touch, it was both hard and soft. How weird. Outside was a stream of colours, confusing my vision.

  “I’m not. I’m your personal assistant. That’s it. You are lucky to have me; if so much as one photo was leaked—” I trailed my fingers over her lips and she began to blow it away before she bit down on one of my fingers. “Get your filthy fingers out of my mouth.”

  “Oh my gosh, stop at that burger place, I’m starving,” I gasped and pointed with excitement at a burger place. I love burgers, how long had it been since I had a nice, big, juicy burger?

  “There was seriously no one else you could’ve called?”

  “Nope,” I smiled brightly. I tapped my fingers on my legs in anticipation for the burgers. But when she pulled up at the window I couldn’t decide what I wanted.

  “Hurry up, there is someone behind us,” she ordered as the lady in a glass box spoke to us.

  “Ummm, can I have a six pack of chicken wings… And a chicken burger… Oh fuck yea, get me the double beef burger too, make that two… A large chip… Can I have a sundae as well?”

  She looked at me with utter mortification. “Would you like to sit at a buffet instead?” she said with a raised eyebrow.

  “Can we really?” I said, imaging all the food I could eat.

  “And two large cokes,” Amber finalised the order as she rolled her eyes.

  I acted as casual as I could, which Amber said wasn’t conspicuous at all, with a hint of sarcasm. I was biting down on my second burger when I grew very tired. My double beef burger was changing into the taste and texture of cheese, garlic bread, fish and just anything else imaginable other than a double beef burger.

  Chapter Nine

  I struggled to sit up straight in my bed. The movement caused the numerous burger rappers spread around me to rustle. I flicked several stale chips from my pillow. I held my head, which was in so much pain. Everything was still very hazy and I could hardly see straight. My eyes felt as though they were still asleep. My phone was right next to me and I checked the time. It was already eight in the morning.

  I remembered Amber. She had thrown me on the bed and told me to sleep. She threw the bag of food at me and said that it would keep me content. I searched through the rappers of burgers and chips, it seems she was right. How disgusting. How much food did I eat?

  I folded my legs over the bed and gave myself a moment to catch up. Was I still stoned? I was angry at myself for letting such a thing happen. Amber was right, if I had been caught on someone’s camera in that state it would’ve have nearly cost me all that I had built. I stripped off and decided that right now numerous laps of the pool was what my body needed.

  *

  Amber was already at work and had prepared coffee for Gregory and me. Gregory wouldn’t arrive until another twenty minutes, which was exactly what I depended on. I tapped on the kitchen door and grabbed her attention. She seemed to be deep in thought and I startled her. She had such an open and vulnerable expression that quickly turned sour when she saw me. She began vigorously grinding the coffee.
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br />   I held out flowers. Yellow was a respectable color. If I went with the red roses she would’ve probably jammed them down my throat.

  “What are those for?” she grumbled as she pushed back a part of her fringe.

  “I am so sorry about Saturday and you were very right; it isn’t your job to look after me in such a way,” I said sincerely with my hand to my chest.

  She looked over me with pouted lips. “I can completely understand why you are angry. I’m sorry. I honestly don’t know what to say.”

  After a long pause she finally spoke. “I was on a date when you interrupted, you know?” she said. “My companion wasn’t exactly happy about it since we had been planning it for a while.”

  “I have no idea how I can make amends for that, Amber. Give me their number and I will personally apologize myself.”

  “It’s fine,” she said, raising her hand. “So the flowers are for me?”

  I pulled out the small gift card that was also inside of the flowers. “I wasn’t sure what jewelry you liked and I didn’t want to choose wrong. I think you would be surprised by how much I’ve already observed your taste and style, but I didn’t want to offend you by purchasing jewelry you didn’t like.”

  She grabbed the card out of my hands and examined it. “Three hundred dollars?” she enquired with an arched eyebrow.

  “If that’s not enough, just let me know,” I said, concerned that she was actually really mad. Her Italian accent hadn’t come through once. I thought she would scorn me as usual and then continue to tell me how much of an idiot and shithead I was.

  “I don’t want your money, Hayden,” she said, placing the card into the front pocket of my jacket. “The flowers, however, I will take.” She grabbed them and walked out of the room towards her office. “And a coffee made by you personally wouldn’t go amiss,” she said, the hint of her Italian accent coming through in the demand.

  I smiled at her as her small hips swayed from side to side in her pencil skirt. I collected the gift voucher and placed it in my pocket. No matter how much she teased me that I underpaid her, she was probably the only woman I knew who wouldn’t greedily snatch the money up. I wanted to give her it as a small thank you. I’d find a way to slip it into her handbag when she wasn’t looking.