Unspoken (The Prose Series Book 1)

by Sofia Tate

  I laugh nervously. “Oh, Aiden, how lovely to see you. Please allow me to introduce you. Everyone, this is Aiden Dwyer. He and my brother, Sebastian, were at Princeton together.”

  Delighted smiles and appreciative nods greet him. “Did you row crew there? You look like you could have,” one of the older women asks, blatantly flirting with him.

  “No, ma’am,” he politely replies. “I was too busy keeping Seb out of trouble.”

  More amused laughs echo around the table, assuming he’s joking, but I know better.

  Aidan’s warm hand sits on my right shoulder. “Forgive me, but I was hoping I could steal Beatrice away for a minute. I have something important to discuss with her.”

  The hell you do.

  “Aiden, have you met Porter Thorne?” I ask, turning to my left, trying desperately to throw off Aiden and his intentions.

  Porter jumps from his chair, almost knocking over his water glass. He stretches out his hand to Aiden. “Umm…hi.”

  “A pleasure. Porter, you wouldn’t mind if I had a moment alone with Bea, would you?” he asks, his voice smooth, his stance confident as he towers over Porter.

  “No, no, not at all,” he answers nervously.

  Shit.

  “See, Beatrice, he doesn’t mind. How about a dance?”

  Absolutely not, especially not after how our last dance ended.

  Marisol suddenly rises from her chair. “Hey, Porter, let’s go dance!” she shouts a bit too enthusiastically.

  I don’t know whether to hug her or smack her.

  She tugs on his sleeve repeatedly until he finally mumbles, “Um…yeah…okay…sure.”

  I watch Marisol grab his hand, pulling him onto the dance floor.

  Aiden’s aftershave wafts over me, reminding me he’s standing right behind me.

  I slap another fake smile on my face. “Forgive me, everyone,” I announce. “I’ll be back shortly.”

  “Go ahead, dear. Save a dance for me, handsome,” one of the older society ladies replies, giving Aiden a quick wink.

  I roll my eyes away from her view, grabbing Aiden’s hand, tugging him after me.

  “You’re kidding me, right? That’s him?” I hear Aiden shout over the noise. “And where are you taking me? Not that I’m complaining.”

  “I know this place like the back of my hand,” I shout over my shoulder.

  I drag him around the corner, away from the ballroom, and into one of the unused coat-check rooms. Testing the doorknob, it gives way. I step in, dragging him with me, locking the door behind us.

  I run my hand along the wall, switching on the single light bulb overhead.

  I spin around to face Aiden. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  He smirks at me. “Seb gave me a ticket.”

  I shake my head in exasperation. “Of course he did.”

  “But he’s the not the reason I’m here.”

  I grip the wall behind me, desperate for some form of support. I swallow before repeating my question, a question I already know the answer to. “Then why are you here?”

  He steps closer to me, close enough to feel his warm breath wafting over me. His deep blue eyes pierce mine, unwavering.

  My throat goes dry. I lick my lips for some form of moisture. “Damn it, Aiden! Why are you here?” I repeat with a whisper.

  He remains mute, his eyes now boring into mine with an intensity that stuns me into silence for a few seconds.

  “We can’t do this, Aiden. Please,” I beg him.

  Without warning, he brings his hands to my face, his eyes still on me. He leans in, closer...closer...

  His soft, full lips on mine…oh God.

  I move my hands from the wall to his broad shoulders to keep myself from falling. The tip of his tongue touches my lips, testing me, asking me for permission.

  I open my mouth, silently telling him I want this, I want him.

  Slowly, our tongues begin to tangle as my hands move to the back of his head bringing him closer. I want him deeper in me.

  I moan from pure desire as I hear him groan from deep within his chest.

  Without warning, his mouth pulls away from mine, but only so he can run it along my neck, nuzzling the spot between my neck and shoulder. The scruff on his face tickles my skin. I savor its rough feel on my flesh, humming in pure delight.

  “So beautiful, Bea,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’m so hard for you.”

  I tilt my head to the side, allowing him better access. “I want you, Aiden. So much. But not here. And this hotel doesn’t book rooms by the hour.”

  “I know, baby,” he pants. “But I need just one taste of you.”

  I gasp when he squats down to the floor, holding up my dress with his forearms while pulling down my thong. I glance below to see him staring straight ahead at something.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He looks up at me from the floor, his eyes dark and heavy. “I’m going to fucking devour you, Buzzy.”

  Before I can reply, he leans in, opening the outer folds of my labia with his tongue and begins to lick my pussy. My head falls back against the wall, slamming into the wood. I’m impervious to the pain because of what Aiden is doing to me. With one hand, I hold up my dress, while running my other one through the tendrils of his dark, thick hair.

  A finger inserts itself into me. I take in a breath from the shock. I push his head farther onto my pussy, desperate for him to take in as much of me as he can, grinding myself into his face.

  I fist his hair between my fingers. “Oh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop, Aiden,” I plead.

  He moans an unintelligible reply into my pussy, inserting one more finger. I start to buck on his face, no longer in control of myself.

  I need to come. Fuck, I need to come.

  “Yes, Aiden! Right there! Yes!” I scream. With one last shout of his name, I explode in release.

  I let go of Aiden’s hair and my dress, as he grasps my right hand and kisses the palm. He rises from the floor and roughly takes my face between his hands, kissing me hard and deep. I taste myself on his lips.

  When he pulls back, a hardened look appears in his eyes. “Don’t run away from me anymore, Bea. We’ll figure this shit out. Trust me. Don’t freak out about us. Just please don’t run. ”

  How can I after that?

  I shake my head. “I can’t. I won’t.” I give him a slight smile. “How do I taste?”

  He licks his fingers clean, grinning wickedly. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

  A loud voice booms the countdown to midnight over the microphone.

  Aiden and I lock eyes, counting down together, “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”

  “Happy New Year, Buzzy,” he whispers to me.

  “Happy New Year, Full Ride,” I reply.

  Our lips meet as we kiss long, soft, wet, and deep. After what seems like hours, we come up for air.

  “I want to have you again,” he tells me, his voice low and raw.

  “When?” I ask breathlessly.

  “I’ll text you when I know my schedule.”

  I run my hands over his face. “That’s fine. Just don’t keep me waiting.”

  “Never, baby.” He pulls a tissue from his pocket. “Here.”

  I smile, taking it from him, wiping off my mouth. “Thank you. How do I look?”

  “Like you just came all over my face.”

  I roll my eyes at him, smacking his shoulder.

  “Well, it’s the truth. I just call them like I see them,” he replies in defense. “I’m gonna go. Will you be okay?”

  My heart drops. “You’re leaving?”

  His face turns serious. “I think I should. You have a fake boyfriend out there and an image to maintain, remember?”

  Back to reality…

  I grab him by his lapels, pulling him to me for one more kiss. “Soon, Aiden,” I whisper.

  “Just try and stop me, Buzzy,” he says with a grin, giving me a last quick kiss befor
e turning for the door. He opens it, checking to make sure nobody is outside. He looks back at me, giving me a full smile and a wink before walking out.

  I lean back against the wall, my head lolling back, exhaling deeply.

  Oh my God…

  On shaky feet, I pull my thong back on, then slip out of the small space, closing the door firmly behind me.

  I head back to the ballroom. When I reach my table, I frown when I see Porter is back in his seat with Marisol nowhere in sight.

  “Where did that lovely friend of yours go, dear?” the same older society woman asks after Aiden.

  “He had to leave.”

  “Oh, that’s a shame. Is everything all right, Beatrice? You look quite flushed.”

  I sit back down in my chair, looking to my left at my soon-to-be fiancé. “I’m fine,” I reply to her question, lying not only to her, but also to myself.

  Two hours later, I stand at my bedroom window, staring out at the city lights, thinking about the closet, about Aiden, and everything he did to me, everything I felt, everything we said...

  His warm tongue on my clit, his rough, callused fingers inside me, pumping me until I exploded, screaming his name.

  I’m so aroused. I can’t settle down. I need to get this out of me.

  I grab my laptop from my desk, lying down on my bed. With my body propped up on my pillows, my fingers fly across the keyboard.

  “The Trail to Happiness”

  With our legs tangled around each other, I stare into your deep blue eyes, caressing your face with my fingertips.

  “Sir, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for you for a long time now, and I’ve never done this on any other man because I’ve never had the desire to do it. No man has ever brought this out in me before.”

  Your eyes stare back at me in curiosity, then a small grin appears on your face. “How could I say no after hearing a confession like that? What is it?”

  “Trust me, it’s nothing bad. I promise you’ll enjoy it. But I just need you to do one tiny thing for me to fulfill my fantasy, Sir.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Lie down.”

  You get on your back with a wicked smile on your face. I position myself over you, straddling your hips.

  “Let me pleasure you, Sir,” I whisper. “But may I ask one thing of you?”

  “Go on.”

  “I would like you to not touch me.”

  “And this will fulfill your fantasy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very well. I will do as you ask, but just this one time.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  I lean in closer over you, giving you a slow, deep kiss.

  And then I begin…kissing and sucking you everywhere. I start with your strong chin, then your neck. I take one of your earlobes into my mouth, sucking on it slowly. Your moans fill the air in the room as your hands fist the pillow.

  Moving down, I reach your chest. First I tweak your nipples, then I lick them slowly, oh so slowly, sucking on them briefly because I want to get to my destination. The area I’ve been dreaming about besides the obvious one.

  Your abs.

  I close my eyes and moan as I move my lips over your hard muscles. I don’t lick at first. I brush my lips over them, reveling in their shape, their strength.

  And now I can’t wait any longer. I extend my tongue and start to lick you everywhere. Everywhere. I can’t stop. I grip your hips so I don’t miss a single muscle, a single crevice between your pronounced abs.

  No man has ever provoked this reaction in me. I can’t stop. I moan as I lick you. Your raw, male scent intoxicates me. You groan, making me so wet.

  And against my body, your cock presses against me, nudging me, requiring my attention.

  Patience. I’m saving that for last. I just need to do this first. To afford us both this pleasure.

  Finally, I move farther down your happy trail with my tongue, nuzzling the scatter of dark hair lining the way. I take a brief moment to adjust my position between your legs.

  And then, I take your cock into my mouth, first licking your pre-cum off the tip, then swallowing you whole. I pump with my mouth and hand. I hum as I move up and down your engorged shaft.

  I can feel your muscles locking, and it doesn’t take long until you explode in my mouth.

  I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, kissing your inner thighs before I move back up your body, settling in next to you.

  “May I touch you now?” you ask.

  I nod, and within seconds, your mouth is devouring mine.

  “So, my good girl has a few fantasies, I see.”

  I laugh quietly to myself. “Just a few, Sir.”

  “Do let me know if there are any others you need fulfilled, baby. I’d be more than happy to help you out with them,” you inform me with a wide smile crossing your face.

  “Thank you, Sir. I will.”

  You brush your lips against mine. “Good girl.”

  I smile back at you. “Always.”

  11

  Aiden

  I check myself for the hundredth time in the mirror by the front door. Inhaling deeply, I shake my hands to loosen them, but when I clench them again, I find my palms sweaty.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I’m about to have sex with Beatrice Parker, my best friend’s younger sister, the woman I’ve been lusting after for too many years to count. My Buzzy.

  Oh, right. That’s why I’m freaking out.

  Idiot.

  A ping sounds from my phone. Pulling it from the back pocket of my jeans, a text from Bea appears when I swipe it open.

  Almost there.

  Fuck. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this nervous. And after reading her latest post on Prose, “The Trail to Happiness,” I’m even more anxious, hoping I can give Beatrice what she wants, what she needs.

  Speaking of, I meant to reply to her about it. I pull out my phone and swipe the Prose app.

  “My 10280girl, you have pleased me enormously with ‘The Trail to Happiness.’ It aroused me to know you carry such a fantasy inside you. Perhaps one day we can make it a reality.”

  I notice a green dot on her profile. She must be online now.

  Why the hell is she on Prose in the first place? She could have the real thing with me. Is there something else I don’t know about her?

  I hear a car door slam shut. When I look outside, I see Beatrice in a car with her phone in her hand, probably reading my message. She looks up and quickly shoves it into her purse. Once she’s on the sidewalk, she straightens her coat and gives her long, flaxen blond hair one last toss over her shoulder.

  Those two simple, innocuous gestures make my cock turn to stone, and I haven’t even touched her yet.

  I open the door, watching as she grips the bannister, slowly making her way toward me, averting her eyes, but I know she’s seen me waiting for her.

  Closer…

  Closer…

  Finally, she reaches the porch and looks up at me, giving me the shyest smile I’ve ever seen on her face.

  It’s okay, baby. I’ll take good care of you tonight.

  “Hi,” she greets me softly.

  “Hi back,” I murmur roughly under my breath, barely able to contain myself.

  We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, and I don’t even have to ask her what she’s thinking because I know right now, at this very moment, we share the same mindset.

  We’re going to fuck tonight. Long, hard, and deep.

  She coughs slightly, bringing me back to this moment.

  My face heats in embarrassment. “Oh, shit. Come in.”

  I step aside as she enters the house. She puts her purse down on the side table by the door. As she begins to remove her coat, I help her from the back, taking it in my hands to hang it in the hall closet.

  When I turn around, my breath is taken away.

  She’s wearing a tight, black, silk wrap dress, the soft fabric
accentuating her perfect curves. Black silk stockings encase her long legs, and the sexiest pair of fuck-me black leather boots reach all the way from her toes to just over her knees.

  I can’t keep myself from staring. She smiles coyly and steps closer. Her perfume wafts over me, intoxicating me with its spicy, sultry scent.

  Bea starts to run her hands over my chest, feeling the fabric of my gray cashmere V-neck sweater. “Very nice,” she purrs.

  I grin back at her. “You approve?”

  “Mmm-hmm. Very much.” She bites her bottom lip. “Are we alone?”

  “Yes, ma’am. My dad’s at Flanagan’s for his weekly poker game. He won’t be home until much later.”

  She nods at my reply, flashing me a sexy smile. “Good to know.”

  I tug her closer to me and clamp my mouth over hers. She swiftly opens for me, accepting my tongue. I clutch her tightly, to the point where we’re fucking each other’s mouths.

  Wordlessly, I pull away and, yanking her by the hand, I tug her with me up the stairs, down the hallway to my bedroom.

  Once inside, I shut the door behind me, turning to press her against the hard wood. The curtains are drawn, and the only source of light in the room comes from the lamp on my nightstand.

  Okay, not the only one…

  Her nose lifts curiously into the air. “What’s that smell?”

  “Candles,” I mumble under my breath.

  She rubs her hands over my face, the pads of her fingers soft against my stubble. “Awww, you lit candles just for me?” she coos with a bite of sarcasm. “You’re so sweet.”

  “Not for much longer because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me not to stop.”

  “Promises, promises…” she whispers as her thumbs caress my lips.

  She raises her left leg to coil around my waist as I reach under her dress to rip off her panties. But when my hand touches her pussy, it’s bare of any fabric.

  Oh, fuck yes...

  I groan in pleasure from this discovery. Her mouth briefly pulls away from mine. “No bra either,” she whispers breathlessly.

  My eyes roll behind my closed lids.