by Lilly Wilde
“Well,” I hesitated.
“Well nothing. Tell me,” he said.
The elevator doors opened and I reached in my purse for my keys.
“I was referring to my...uh..sex.”
I looked at him waiting for him to question my sanity but he laughed instead.
“So you've named that treasured gift?” he asked.
“Well, yeah. She’s quite the character at times and I didn't want to refer to her with vulgarity so I gave her a name.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes. Don't tell me you don't have some type of reference or name for your equipment.”
“Equipment? Why such a mechanical name for something so rare and pleasurable?”
“Is that what you think it is?”
“I know you do.”
Hell yes I did. I didn't understand how the hell he was still single. If I were not a commitment-phobe, I would never let this man out of my sight.
“You have no idea of my thoughts on that Mr. Wyatt.”
“I have a pretty good idea but I would prefer you tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Your thoughts on my “equipment” as you call it.”
“What? Do you want me to inflate your ego even more than it already is? I don't think the world could handle much more of that Aiden.”
“My powers of deduction lead me to think that you are very impressed with it.”
“I didn't say that.”
“You didn't have to. Your body does. Virginia especially does. She's extremely responsive.”
“Is she?”
“You know it.”
“Ugh!”
“What?” he asked laughing.
“So if you had to give it a name, what would it be?” he asked.
“Hmmm. Let me think. You’ve described it as rare and pleasurable. Any other descriptors?”
“Sovereign, majestic, supreme- you know all of the standard terms,” he added smiling.
“Just stop. It sounds as if you already have a name in mind, King Aiden.”
“Is that what you're going to call me the next time I'm fucking you?”
“Do you want me to?” I asked.
“Do you want to?” he asked.
I looked at him and the sexy way he was looking at me literally made me weak. He was a sexy, sexy man and that sexiness enveloped every fiber of his being.
“Back to your question. I have a name. But before I tell you the name, I need you to know that it's based on what you think, not me.”
“Ok, so what is it?” he asked.
“Kingston,” I said.
He smiled. “I like it.”
“I figured you would. It fits everything you've described it as being.”
“It fits everything you know it to be sweetheart.”
He was so arrogant at times.
“I'm going to let you in on a little secret.” He leaned over and kissed my earlobe as he whispered. “If recent events are any indicator, Kingston and Virginia are going to be very, very close friends.” He pulled me into a kiss. This time it was the slow, deep, long kiss I preferred.
*****
I awoke for the second time the next morning. The only difference being that I was in bed alone this time. I reached toward the bedside table to turn off the alarm on my cell phone and discovered a note.
Good morning Princess,
Although I would have preferred waking up with you, I needed to get home to change for work. I would have never thought it possible to enjoy lying beside you as much as being inside you. To my surprise it was. I’m crazy about you.
I'll see you soon.
A.
Swoon. This man was just too much. I smiled, stretching and moaning at the soreness which reminded me of last night. He had stretched and pleasured almost every opening of my body and the mere thought of him made me ache for more.
Last night was incredible. After we had settled in, Aiden suggested I pretend he wasn’t there, as if that was even remotely possible, and do what I would normally do if he wasn't there. That part was easy- a long relaxing bath. I retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses and walked to the bathroom. He insisted on sitting in “quiet observance”, as he labeled it, while I bathed. That quiet observance only lasted about two minutes. As soon as I’d run my fingers over my breasts with the sea foam sponge, he was undressing and joining me in the tub.
That was the first time I had actually seen the full glory of his body in the flesh and I was salivating to say the least. Of course, I tried to play it cool as I admired him but it was difficult. He was perfect, well maybe not perfect because perfection didn't exist, but if it did, it would only apply to this amazing man. He watched me as I watched him. His manhood hung, heavily in the neatly man-scaped area that I couldn’t tear my eyes from. His cock was beautiful; just like every part of him. His thighs were lean and muscular and his upper torso, which I’d had the pleasure of ogling in St. Barts, was a work of art.
He smiled slowly as he walked over to the tub and bent over to kiss me. He motioned for me to slide forward. He stepped in and settled behind me. He reached for me, guiding me back to recline on his contoured chest. We were both silent. I heard his calm heart beat; it soothed my racy thoughts enabling me to soak in this tranquil moment. I never imagined him wanting this type of connection with me; it was surprisingly comforting but did I really want this? I wanted the sex to which we had both agreed but we didn’t specify anything further. This closeness was blurring the lines and I needed to clear that up as quickly as possible.
We sat like that for several quiet moments until he spoke. He asked about my interests outside work, my family and friends. I didn’t really have many interests other than music and traveling. I told him that my family was something I didn’t really care to discuss and well the only person I considered a real friend was April. I learned that he too was an avid lover of music and art. He was musical – playing the piano and guitar. I told him that I would love to play an instrument. He asked which, I told him piano and he made an offer to teach me which I graciously accepted. I asked him what it was like to grow up so quickly- he’d graduated high school at the age of thirteen. He’d never had a girlfriend until he was twenty- one because it was always so awkward given the fact that he was around girls who thought it odd to have someone so young around them, they saw him as a younger brother. When he was in college, he did meet a few girls but his parents never approved. They had introduced him to someone to whom he had a fleeting interest and even though if felt forced, he had continued to date her in an effort to please his parents. I sensed then that he had issues with doing what they expected of him. I didn’t say anything to that effect of course. We talked until we were both wrinkled and the water was nearly cold.
“We need to get you to bed Miss Cason. It’s late and you need to be on your P’s and Q’s tomorrow if you’re going to keep your intern on his toes.”
“Oh, yes. My intern. He has turned out to be quite the interesting hand-full.”
“Oh, he has, has he?” he asked laughing. We both washed, helping each other with our backs and stopping occasionally to share a tender kiss or a sensual touch. He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and another he opened for me to step into. I reached up to kiss him softly on his lips “Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” he asked, staring down at me.
“For tonight. For everything,” I replied.
“Are you mocking me?”
“No, why would you ask that?”
“Because I said the same thing to you earlier.”
“Well, can’t we both be thankful? Besides, I am thanking you for something different.”
“Okay. What?” he asked.
“For encouraging me to let my hair down. For being everything I didn’t expect.”
He looked at me questioningly but before he could ask I pulled from his embrace and walked to the bedroom realizing that I shouldn’t have sai
d that. I could think it, but I couldn’t say it aloud. No, definitely not aloud. He was breaking down my defenses and as badly as I wanted to keep them up and keep him at arm’s length- I couldn’t. Not anymore. But that didn’t mean I needed to tell him.
I slipped on a nightie and he slipped in the bed beside me – naked. Virginia, who had been questionably quiet during the bath, was wide awake and wanting.
He pulled me close, laying my head on his chest and let out a content sigh. He kissed the top of my head.
“Goodnight Aria.”
“Goodnight.” Virginia was disappointed and so was I. I was exhausted though. So maybe sleep was best. I yawned and drifted off in mere seconds.
*****
I moaned softly, awaking to the stimulation of a hot tongue between my thighs. He licked the sensitive flesh with a deliberate slowness so intense that I couldn’t help the explicits escaping my lips. He slid his tongue between the slick folds pushing into me, spreading me open. His tongue circled the silkened tissues, my hips rotating as my core tightened. The focused tip of his tongue flickered delicately over my clit. He growled and closed his lips over the responsive bud and sucked gently. I reacted to his touch as though for the first time, amazed at the giftedness of his tongue. My hands were in his hair gripping as he began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into me. I started to move my hips to his rhythm, grinding forcefully on his tongue. I could feel my climax building; he slid two fingers between the wet slit as he licked and sucked my swollen clit and that was my undoing. I came hard as I breathed his name, relishing in the pulsing of my sex as he removed his fingers and began lapping my juices. I floated back down from my erotic high as he softly planted sweet kisses along my inner thighs.
He sat up leaning back on his knees. “Get on your knees for me sweetheart.”
I turned over and positioned myself on all fours with my ass toward him. He moved closer behind me. I could feel his erection against my ass as he moved his hands over my curves letting his fingers trace a titillating path from the nape of my neck to my lower back and then down between my cheeks. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, anxious to feel him inside me.
The waiting was torture to which he only heightened by teasing me as he rubbed his cock over my ass.
“Aiden please.”
“Please what baby? What is it that you want?” he whispered.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, goading me.
“Please. Don’t make me beg,” I replied.
“I want you to beg. I want to know how badly you want this dick.”
“Please Aiden,” I begged, inching back towards his cock, moving my ass against his hardness.
“I want you so badly to slide your cock in me and fuck me, please baby,” I said, desperate for him.
He groaned in response as he eased his cock inside me; stretching me as he slid deeper; I cried out, the luscious pain increasing with each inch forward.
As he slowly filled me, my sex pulsed and clenched with a desperate need for more. With both of his hands grasping my ass, he plunged into me. Hard. I cried out, the delectable fullness overwhelming me. He forced his big cock deeper into me with each ferocious thrust, bolting me forward. The sound of him slapping hard against my ass as his man jewels grazed the back of my thighs was stimulation enough to take me over the edge but not now, I wanted more. I just didn’t know how much more I could take. I was still sore from our school girl fuck. He yanked my hips back to meet his punishing thrusts, grunting as he rapidly immersed himself into my aching sex. “Oh, shit I’m going to cum,” I breathed.
“No you aren’t sweetheart,” he said hoarsely, quickly pulling out of me. He grabbed my waist, turning me, and positioning me on my back. He was at the foot of the bed, his feet in the direction of my head.
He reached for my ankle and lifted my leg, sliding between my thighs until his hard rod was at the entrance of my sex. He pulled me down toward him, his cock opening and penetrating me. He didn’t waste any time resuming his rapid forceful pace, not that I was complaining. I loved the feeling of the fullness when he forced his over-sized hardness into me, driving me. He placed his hand on my thigh pulling me downward, making me feel all of him. I trembled and cried out his name begging him not to stop as I came gloriously around his hard length.
“Fuck!” he growled, erupting violently inside me. He pulled out of my clenching sex and reached for me, pulling me out of bed. He sealed his lips over mine, prodding with his tongue, demanding entrance. He hungrily licked inside my mouth, sliding his hands down my back gripping my ass. He moaned inside my mouth as he tasted and toyed with my tongue. He began kissing my neck and I sank into him. He turned me, grabbing my breasts, massaging, groping and pinching my nipples. It hurt but the pain was mixed with the sensuality of his kisses and the gentle sucking on my neck. He reached down between my thighs rubbing my clit as he bent me over the bed.
“Place your leg on the bed,” he said gruffly. I did as he instructed and he fell to his knees and began licking and sucking my pussy with avid ferocity. I shivered and moaned swiveling my cunt over his lips, coating his mouth with his seed and my essence. He placed his hands on my ass pulling me closer to his mouth as if he were famished, another orgasm building as his tongue moved back and forth over my sex. I moaned loudly relishing in the expertise with which he pleasured me. He lightly circled his tongue inside of me and within seconds ripples of ecstasy were flooding through me.
He stood and pushed his dick inside me. I screamed his name as he slammed his iron hard length into my soaking depths. He placed his hand on my back pressing me down so that my chest was level with the bed and then he fucked me…hard. He grunted as he pounded into me and I cried out with every plunge. He growled and cursed as his cock jerked inside me, prompting yet another orgasm, my core shattering as my sex clenched… milking him. .I climaxed, shuddering as the rapture whipped through me, depleting me.
Aiden slid his hands up my body until he was lying flat against my back. I could feel his heartbeat. It was rapid - as was his breathing, which matched mine.
A few quiet moments passed before Aiden pulled himself out of me and helped me into the bed. He must have sensed that I was too exhausted to move.
“I’m sorry for waking you,” he whispered.
“I don’t think you are Mr. Wyatt.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss me lightly on the lips.
“You’re right, I’m not Miss Cason. And neither are you.”
He pulled me toward him, placing my head on his chest. Again, I was asleep in a matter of minutes.
*****
I wondered what time he had left and why I hadn’t heard him. I was surprised that waking up to find him gone upset me. This was a first for me so I didn't know what I expected but I didn't expect to feel this overwhelming sense of loneliness. Maybe this was normal, especially after the emotional and physical closeness we’d shared last night.
The sex was…well, it was beyond anything I had ever experienced with any other man. I stretched again and squirmed as I realized the soreness in places I didn't think possible. I needed to get out of bed and loosen my muscles. I sat up and felt a twinge of pain in my abdomen. I turned and flopped my feet over the side of the bed and stood. Oh my God. Everything hurt! I had a sudden urge to pee and started my way to the bathroom but had to slow my steps. I was sore...everywhere. I finally made it to the bathroom and reached the toilet. Sitting down was a task and peeing was an even larger one. What had he done to me? I rose from the toilet and walked over to the sink and my reflection nearly made me fall back.
There were marks on my shoulders from where he had grabbed me pulling me back toward his cock. It catapulted me to my third...maybe fourth orgasm. My breasts revealed evidence of his playground also. The memory of his grabbing, sucking and biting them sent a jolt of passion directly to the spot that was already sore as I was reminded by the flexing of that muscle. My t
highs had minor marks too. Those had to have been from the pressure of them being tied to the chair at Seducente. I turned to look at my backside, I had bruises and hand prints on my ass. There were small marks toward the top of my back from his pulling me back to meet his hard thrusts. Miss Virginia was too depleted to do much more than wink at the salacious memory.
I took a hot bath attempting to soothe my aches. It did help but I knew I would be moving with carefully measured steps the remainder of the day. I slowly dressed for work, popped two aspirin and headed out to start my day.
The drive to work seemed different somehow. I typically kept my focus on driving and on what I hoped to accomplish at work. But this morning I was smiling…at everything. Maybe it was the sun shining brightly spilling over rays of happy energy. Or maybe it was the canvas of blue in the sky; it was a sea of ribbons this morning- all different shades of brilliant blue. I was also perplexed as to why the normal nerve-wracking flow of traffic with the honking horns, the abrupt starts and stops, the Bostonians walking illegally across the streets, even the jerk that cut me off at the intersection- didn’t faze my mood. Then it occurred to me, I was genuinely happy. And it was because of him. And that scared the hell out of me.
I made my way to the parking garage and to the elevators which I shared with a few ladies from legal and accounting. They looked at me as if I were an alien as I made casual morning small talk with them. I couldn’t help but laugh when they exited the elevators as I thought about what they were thinking. I was sure that I would be the topic of conversation over the break room table.
Exiting the elevators, I saw Raina working busily at her desk. I reached her desk before she saw me. “Good morning Raina.”
She looked up from the file on her desk with a smile already in place.
“Good morning Miss-”
“What is it Raina?”
“Umm, nothing. I…well you look unlike yourself.”
“How?” I asked, smiling.
“Well you’re smiling for one and your eyes…they seem different somehow.”
“I must normally be a real Debbie Downer then?”
