Accidentally Engaged

by Nikki Chase

  “Sounds like you still want to do that.”

  “You have no idea,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.

  I believe him, especially because the bulge in the front of his jeans is only growing harder.

  “We can go all the way tonight,” I say with a small, flirty smile. “You can have your way with me.”

  Aiden growls—a primal sound that makes me want him to unleash the animal within. “You’d better mean that, princess.”

  This time, I don’t mind it when he calls me “princess.” But before I can reply, Aiden grabs me by the waist and lifts me up until I’m sitting on the kitchen counter. The stone surface feels cool even through my jeans.

  “Take off your shirt before I tear it apart,” Aiden says in a low, threatening voice. I have no doubt he’d do that. The dangerous glint in his sharp, blue eyes tells me he means it.

  So I lift up both my hands and let Aiden yank off my shirt. My hair must be such a mess, but I don't care anymore. Because Aiden doesn't care either.

  He's too busy staring at me with hungry eyes. He's ready to devour me, but at the same time he wants to stretch this moment a little longer. He puts his hand behind my back, unhooks my bra, and pulls it off my arms.

  His palm feels hot on my back as he pulls me closer toward the edge of the counter. “Spread your legs,” he says as he pulls my knees apart and positions himself between them.

  I gasp when I feel his hardness at the juncture of my thighs. Even through layers of denim, I can sense his urgency.

  Aiden smirks as he notices the way I push my hips forward to press against him. “Put your hands behind you and stay still,” he says darkly.

  Obediently, I press my palms against the cold, hard granite counter I’m sitting on. The urge to gain more contact with Aiden is overwhelming, but I force myself to just watch as Aiden gives me an approving smile.

  I remember this. Even when we were making out as teenagers, Aiden used to like calling the shots. I can’t wait to find out how that dominant streak has matured now, after ten years.

  “Good girl,” Aiden says as he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling from the root so it doesn’t hurt, but with enough force to show me he’s in control.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  Aiden smirks.

  He’s taking his time. He kisses me, but as soon as I lean forward to wrap my arms around him, he pulls me back by the hair.

  “Be patient, princess,” he says as he breaks the kiss and stares me down.

  I bite my bottom lip, my whole body raring to go, ready to be fucked. It’s frustrating that all I can do is wait, but I know my self-control will be rewarded. Aiden’s always been good at that. But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to persuade him.

  I raise my gaze to look at him from underneath my lashes. “I’ve been patient for too long. I want you now.”

  “Good things take time,” he says with a small, teasing chuckle as he drags his lips from my earlobe, down my neck, and to my collar bone. His hand cups my tits. “If you listen to me, you’ll get everything you need in the end. Do you trust me?”

  When Aiden’s mouth closes over my nipple, I let out a moan and put my hands over his thick hair, which looks jet black now in the darkness.

  “Yes.” I arch my back, offering him more of me.

  He tilts his head up and stares straight into my eyes while he slowly licks and bites my nipple.

  “Good,” he says with a smirk. The street lights that filter in through the blinds cast harsh shadows on his face, making him appear more sinister than usual. “Get ready. Because I’m about to rock your world.”

  My breath catches in my throat as the cool air assaults my hardened nipples, wet from Aiden’s ministrations.

  Aiden’s deft fingers undo my fly. “Lift your ass for me,” he says.

  When I follow his order, I deliberately drag myself over his package. It feels incredibly hot and hard, and I’d rub myself up and down his bulge if Aiden doesn’t step back, out of my reach.

  Aiden cocks an eyebrow. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

  “Sorry,” I say with an unapologetic smile. I don’t regret doing that.

  “Naughty, naughty girl.” Aiden pulls my jeans and my panties down in one forceful move.

  Luckily, the stone counter has been warmed by my body heat, so it just feels hard under my ass right now.

  “I was going to make you feel really good,” he whispers in my ear, “but only a good girl deserves that kind of royal treatment.”

  “I thought I was supposed to be your princess,” I say.

  “You are,” he says as his hand travels slowly up my leg. “But I reserve the right to take away that title at any time… princess.” His fingers find my wet folds and lightly run over my petals.

  I hold my breath, letting every little delicious sensation fill my being. I’d do anything for Aiden to go on. “How do I become a good girl again?”

  “You just have to listen,” Aiden says. “You’re so fucking wet, princess. It would be a waste if you have to go to sleep without coming, wouldn’t it?”

  I nod. My chest rises up and down with my heavy breathing.

  “It would be an even bigger waste if I don’t taste you at least, though,” Aiden says slowly in a low, seductive tone. “So I’m making an exception . . . just this once.”

  I watch as Aiden lowers himself and kisses my inner thighs. I stay still as a statue. The last thing I want is to stop Aiden right now.

  He pushes one digit at my opening and slides inside. Squelching sounds fill the kitchen, which should embarrass me, but my brain doesn’t have enough bandwidth for that. All my senses grow dull as I focus all my attention on my pussy, and what Aiden’s doing to it.

  Another finger slides inside me. The fullness feels nice, but it’s when his thumb presses over the hood of my clit that a light shudder rips through my body.

  “You like that, huh?” Aiden asks, speaking so close to my pussy I can feel his breath on my lower lips.

  “Y—Yeah,” I say.

  “I can make you feel even better,” Aiden says as he trails kisses up my thigh.

  I moan, surrendering myself to him. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this alive. He can do whatever he wants to me.

  Aiden pulls his thumb off my clit, and it takes everything I’ve got to stop myself from rocking my hips forward. But almost immediately, something warm, soft, and wet, envelops my folds.

  “You taste good, princess,” Aiden says, his voice vibrating against my pussy lips. “So sweet. I’ve always wondered how you’d taste.”

  I look down to see Aiden between my thighs, his lips over my petals. I can’t see what he’s doing with his tongue, but it feels amazing. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me.

  My whole body tenses as my arousal builds up higher and higher inside me. I can feel my imminent release. It’s almost within reach. I put one hand on Aiden’s hair and feel his head moving up and down under my palm. The strands of his hair brush softly against my fingers.

  “Are you going to come for me?” Aiden asks, pulling away just enough to speak.

  “Y—Yes.” I gasp as Aiden slides his thumb over my folds to gather some wetness, then puts it back on my clit, pressing firmly and making small, torturously slow movements.

  “Say please and I’ll let you come,” he says, his breath prickling my skin with awareness.

  “Please, A, make me come,” I moan.

  “Good girl,” he says.

  Aiden sucks my pussy lips back into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue darts smoothly over me and finds my clit. I know he’s about to deliver the finishing blow when he circles my clit with his tongue insistently, while his hooked fingers rub the inner wall of my pussy.

  With my hand still on his hair, I let go. Happy chemicals flood my system, injecting every corner of my body with little bursts of pleasure. Overwhelmed, I lose control of my own body. I shake involuntarily on the kitchen counter, experiencin
g unspeakable bliss on my kitchen countertop.

  Hell, Aiden’s right. Life is funny. I never thought I’d experience any kind of an awakening in such a mundane setting, yet here we are.

  I can see things clearly now.

  All those boyfriends I never felt sexual with, all those hours they wasted trying to make me come . . .

  Still, only Aiden has ever been able to bring me to orgasm. And he did it while we were both clueless teenagers, awkwardly rubbing each other through our underwear.

  It’s clear what my body’s trying to say.

  “That was just a preview of what’s to come.” Aiden stands up to his full height, and I’m struck by how magnificent he is.

  His dark hair is falling over his forehead, his blue eyes are darkened by lust, and his confident smirk melts me into submissive goo. He takes off his shirt, revealing the broad, hard chest underneath. The lines and ridges of his muscles cast shadows on his skin.

  He has a powerful body, and I can’t wait for that power to be let loose on me.

  I reach out to help him undo his fly, but he grabs my wrist.

  “What did I say about where your hands should be?” he asks.

  “Behind me, on the counter,” I say.

  “That’s right.” Aiden lets go of my wrist and watches me obey him as he removes his own jeans.

  I’m still so wet I’m dripping onto the kitchen counter, but I don’t know if I can take Aiden inside me.

  He has the biggest, baddest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s thick, with one angry vein running throughout the impressive length of his shaft. I haven’t even touched Aiden, but apparently watching me get off is enough to get him hard as stone.

  He strokes his monster cock, trapping my gaze as he shuttles his fist up and down his shaft. He smirks when he sees the apprehension on my face. “Ready to go all the way?”

  “Yeah.” I’m not backing down—not when I’m wetter and more aroused than I’ve ever been.

  What else am I going to do? Say no to sex with the only guy who’s ever given me an orgasm? Yeah, I’ll take my chances with that massive cock, thank you very much.

  “I’ll be gentle,” he says as he puts his hands on my ass and slides me forward until my cheeks are half-hanging off the edge of the kitchen counter. He lines up the head of his cock with my opening.

  My eyes widen when he starts to push. He’s thick. His cock stretches my pussy walls, but it slides in smoothly, aided by my abundant wetness. Every time there’s too much resistance, Aiden pulls back a little, only to push a little deeper.

  “I’m all the way in,” he says, finally, when I’m filled up to the brim. I swear if he was just a bit bigger, I’d be split in two.

  As Aiden slides in and out of me, I start to get used to his size. He rubs me in all the right spots, and soon I’m shuddering just from being filled up.

  There’s something different about sex with Aiden, compared to anyone else I’ve ever been with. I don’t know if his cock is just perfectly shaped for me, or if he’s the perfect lover who knows how to push my buttons, or if I just like him so much my body gets hyper-responsive when I’m with him.

  “You feel so good inside me,” I sigh. As he pulls away from me, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him back to me.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “You’ve got me so turned on I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

  A wicked smile creeps onto my face, and I wrap my legs even tighter around his waist, urging him on with my heels on his sculpted ass. Slowly, I say, “Fuck. Me.”

  “That’s it, princess. You’re in trouble now,” Aiden groans. He grabs my ass cheeks so roughly it’s almost painful when his fingers dig into my flesh.

  True to his words, he picks up his speed and thrusts harder inside me, pushing me back and forth on the kitchen counter. My moans grow louder and higher in pitch.

  When Aiden starts slamming into me, I scream as a violent orgasm rips through my body. Aiden grows just a little harder and bigger, then he growls as we explode together, the two of us joined in ecstasy.

  Aiden grinds against me, making me gasp once again as he deposits every last drop of his cum inside me.

  “Fuck,” Aiden curses again as he regulates his breathing back to normal. “That was—”

  “Amazing,” I finish his sentence for him.

  “No kidding. I’ve never quite . . . That was the best I’ve ever had,” he says.

  “Really?” I ask, pleasantly surprised. “Ever?”

  “Ever,” he says.

  I pause. “Yeah, me too.”

  Aiden chuckles, which makes me giggle, and soon we’re both laughing while his cock remains lodged inside me.

  “That was worth the ten years’ wait,” I say as I come down from both my climax and my laughter.

  He goes silent. “But I’m not waiting ten more years to do it again,” he says with a serious facial expression. He puts his hand on my cheek; it feels warm.

  “Of course not,” I say. My chest pangs with an old pain when I add, “As long as you don’t disappear again.”

  “I promise you, I won’t,” Aiden says quickly. He pulls me close into a gentle kiss. “I don’t know if I should be saying this so soon . . . but right now I feel like I don’t want to ever leave your side again.”

  “Me neither.”

  Aubrey

  “What do they usually do in this situation?” I ask Rita, who’s standing beside me by the nurses station.

  My eyes scan the document in front of me. The words written on it seem familiar, but there are several ways we can go about this and . . . am I really supposed to make this decision on behalf of this patient?

  “Honey,” she says, “you are ‘they’ now. You're the doctor here. I’m a nurse; I can't tell you what to do. You need to be the one making the call.”

  Oh God.

  I read the patient’s chart once again, from top to bottom.

  “I’m sure you know what to do. They must've taught you this stuff in med school,” says Rita, who seems to be in her fifties. She has this world-weary look on her face. I must seem like some wide-eyed, helpless baby bird to her.

  Rita has just brought me the results from the patient‘s latest test, and it confirms what I thought about his condition . . . I think.

  “So what are you going to order?” Rita asks.

  “I . . .” The words start to form in my mind, but I can't be a-hundred percent sure I’m right, and a man’s life hangs in the balance. My heart rate goes up as I consider my options.

  Oh, I know.

  “Um… I’ll call Dr. Graham and see what she thinks.” I grab the phone receiver from the counter before Rita gets a chance to push me for a decision.

  Why are people asking me what to do? I just read some books and sat for some exams. I shouldn't be in charge of people's lives.

  The biggest responsibility I’d ever had before becoming a medical intern was making sure the money that my dad puts into my account every month goes into the correct bills at the correct times.

  I’ve never even been responsible for a pet. I really think I should prove myself by keeping a hamster alive, at least, before moving on to human beings. They should make that a condition for graduating medical school.

  At the beginning of the final semester, they should give out hamsters to the entire lecture hall and make it a requirement for every student to bring a live hamster to the last exam. The hamsters would make great photo prop at graduation time, too. Those pictures would get so many likes on Instagram.

  Dr. Graham doesn’t sound too happy to hear my voice when she picks up the call. I can’t really blame her because this is the fourth time I’ve rung her today, but what else can I do? These people are not safe with me in charge.

  Sure, Dr. Graham may be annoyed. But I’m trying to save people’s lives here—from myself.

  “Like I asked you all the other times you called me, Aubrey, what do you think the patient needs?”

  I pause. I do
have a guess in my mind . . . “Forty milligrams of labetalol?”

  “That’s good,” Dr. Graham says. “Now, if you call me one more time with something you already know the answer to, I’m going to block you.”

  “Sor—” I hear the disconnect tone before I manage to finish my apology. Dr. Graham just hung up on me.

  “So…? Forty milligrams of labetalol?” Rita asks with an impatient facial expression, her pen hovering over her note pad, ready to take down the order.

  “Yes,” I say as I put the phone receiver back down. I give her a sheepish smile. “Thank you, Rita.”

  Later when I tell Aiden about the incident over lunch, he chuckles when I get to the part of the story where Dr. Graham threatens to ignore my phone calls.

  “How can you laugh at that?” I ask. “What if I really need her, and she doesn’t help me, and someone dies as a result?”

  “I’m sure it won’t come to that,” Aiden says as he stabs a piece of potato with his fork. We’ve been having lunch together every day since that first date we had after work, but we haven’t had much chance to do much else. We’re both too busy working.

  “How do you know that?” I ask.

  “Because I’m pretty sure she won’t really leave you to flounder on your own. It’s her job to help you. She can get into trouble if you mess up and they find out it’s because you couldn’t reach her.”

  I pause. That makes sense, I guess.

  “But you know,” Aiden says, his gaze softened, “sooner or later you’re going to have to do things on your own.”

  I let out a big sigh. “I know. That’s what I’ve been telling myself, too. It just feels like a huge, sudden flood of responsibilities all of a sudden.”

  “Every doctor goes through this. You’ve already learned everything you need to know to do this job. It just takes time to put all that knowledge into practice and to feel like you’re an actual doctor,” Aiden says sensibly.

  “Do you feel like a doctor?” I frown. Is it just me who can’t adjust to this stressful work environment, where everything could be a life-and-death situation?

  “No,” Aiden says, smiling. “That’s just what I’ve been told by the other doctors.”