by Keta Kendric
Megan’s firm stance softened after I placed a tender hand on her hip and relaxed my facial expression. She begged with sad eyes. “Please, Aaron, don’t do this. Let me keep running. I know how to hide myself. No one else has to die because of me.”
“Do you think I’m going to stand by and let you spend the rest of your life running from these people? That, I will not do. If we don’t take a stand against these people, they are going to keep coming at you until they kill you. The fact that DG6 has others doing their dirty work says a lot about them. They have weaknesses and vulnerabilities that we can take advantage of. It’s time to make a stand, Megan.”
She moved in closer to me and rested her face in my chest before her small arms encircled my waist. My chin rested on the top of her soft hair after I pulled her into a tight embrace. Neither one of us said a word. We relished the feeling of each other’s warmth for a minute.
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Megan
A minute of quiet reflection was all that was going to be had between Aaron and me. All it took was for his hands to slide past my lower back and drop over the globes of my ass. I was up with my legs wrapped around the man’s body at the slightest gesture from him.
My lips slid over and between the firm and urgent movements of his. As much as I struggled to drown out my nagging thoughts, they kept tugging at my mind. This could well be the last moment Aaron and I had together, so I had to make it special. I had to find a way to let him know, besides words, that I appreciated him, loved him, and would go to hell for him if I had to.
When he sat us on the bed, I climbed off him before he could get at me. Tonight, I was going to get at him. I tugged his hand after me as I moved us closer to the headboard.
“Just sit back and relax please,” I said with a lusty smirk on my face.
Aaron listened to my command and relaxed against the pillows that I’d propped against the headboard behind him. As I undressed him, taking off his T-shirt with slow ease, my fingers brushed his warm skin as his muscles rolled and tensed, responding to my touch. He had no problem lifting his lower body to allow me to pull down his boxers. His dick was already hard and standing to attention, which made my pussy ache with anticipation.
I smiled; it pleased me to see and know how much he wanted me. I ran my fingers up his muscular thigh while eyeing him, eager to see his reaction to my touch. His gaze rushed up to mine when I bypassed his dick and concentrated higher. My lips massaged his neck first, tasting, teasing and enjoying his warm, smooth flesh.
“Mmm,” I exhaled as I let my tongue slide down until my lips wrapped around his tight pink nipple. I bit it, tugging the puckered skin between my teeth. My action pulled a low hiss out of him as he stared. The desperation in his gaze urged me to keep exploring. By the time my mouth made the slow journey over his tightly pulled abs, I had him in such desperate need, his eyes seemed as though they were screaming the word please!
His breath hitched, and his body eased back onto the pillows when I wrapped one of my hands around his dick. I’d finally touched him where he’d needed it most, and it had relaxed him and eased some of the tension I’d been building in him. But I wasn’t ready to release him fully. My teeth sank into his muscular thigh, making him jump before I kissed his taut flesh. His nerve endings were likely on fire by now.
My hands massaged up and down his dick with soft strokes, teasing him on purpose as I let my warm breath wash over the head. Precum leaked over my nimble fingers as I massaged upwards then back down with slow wanton ease. The sight of his dick so hard from my deft strokes made my mouth water and had me swallowing rapidly.
“Megan, please,” he begged.
I kept my grin hidden but was more than willing to give him what he wanted. It wasn’t my intention to take as long as I had, but it couldn’t be helped. He had a lot to offer, and I didn’t take advantage of his full package as often as I should.
My eager mouth slipped over the swollen head of his dick. My tongue slipped out over the hard softness, anxious to taste the pearl of precum that had leaked out. My eyes slid closed, and a pleasing sigh escaped my throat at the taste of him and the feeling of his hardness filling the space of my mouth.
A throaty moan escaped as his warm juices spread over my tongue. I loved the way he tasted. Cum that I’d tasted before was salty or bitter. Aaron’s was sweet and tasty like a special drink that only he possessed.
It took some concentration and slick tongue moves to get his massive dick wet, but I’d accomplished the task. My mouth could only accommodate half of it no matter how far I stuffed it down my throat. I used my hands to take care of the bottom half. Aaron didn’t seem to mind the job I was doing. His chest heaved, and his body stayed in a constant state of tensing and relaxing. His encouraging, lust-filled voice was sweet music to my ears.
“Megan...so good,” he heaved out between harsh breaths and gritted teeth. The tone and sound of his voice told me he was on the verge of cumming. Knowing so, I maintained the slow, intense bobbing and sucking that was driving him crazy.
“Fuck. Megan!” he yelled, right before his dick expanded and grew impossibly hard, and the sweet flow of his semen rained over my tongue. I swallowed it without a second thought.
“Fuck, you’re swallowing.” I vaguely made out his first few strangled words as an avalanche of curse words was released from his mouth. He’d said the same thing the first time I gave him head. Had other women he’d been with let such a sweet substance go to waste? The sight of me swallowing his juices seemed to make more flow from him.
The first time I’d enjoyed the taste of him was during my first two-week stay with him. He’d told me on numerous occasions that he’d enjoyed my blowjob, but I’d not had many other opportunities to go down on him after he’d tracked me down and found me.
We were always so hot for each other that we usually went straight to the point with minimal foreplay. However, I’d garnered some strength tonight and changed up whatever plan he’d had in store. I didn’t relinquish his dick until I was sure I’d sucked every drop of his orgasm out of him.
His exceptionally tall body lay spiraled out over the mattress with his eyes closed. He was so relaxed that it appeared he’d fallen asleep until he raised his head and smiled at me. When he rose, his hand went straight to my thigh. If the way he licked his lips was any indication, he was going to eat my pussy, but I had plans to make this night about him. I shook my head no, and he cocked an eyebrow at me, daring me to stop him.
I hadn’t given him much head over our short affair, but I’d lost count of the number of times he’d had his mouth and tongue buried in my pussy. The man could eat pussy as good as he could fuck, so I ensured I pulled a pillow next to me, because he was going to have me screaming the roof off this safe house.
It was bad enough the house had likely overheard his name yelled repeatedly hundreds of times over. If the damn headboard knocking against the wall wasn’t enough, they’d likely overheard him telling me that I had the best pussy in the world and me telling him I was addicted to his dick.
Aaron didn’t give a damn about what anyone overheard, but the notion that others could hear us was embarrassing to me. It’s funny, but I didn’t seem to think about being embarrassed until after our sexual acts were over.
It likely hadn’t been five minutes since he’d buried his face between my thighs, and I was already screaming and coming undone as my body shot off to another galaxy. My fingers tightened, gripping his hair as I rode a high so damn addictive, I’d do anything for it.
His tongue lapped up my juices as I lost my mind. He’d injected me with a drug that only he knew how to produce. A drug that literally melted my bones. My blood sparked with pure satisfaction as it coursed through my veins and relaxed my body.
Once I regained the ability to breathe normally, my eyes followed Aaron’s movement as he scooted back to the head of the bed with his back against the headboard. A wide grin filled my lips as I forced my body to roll to the side and follow him
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His hand sat at his side as his gaze worked its way over my body while I was making my approach. Our eyes locked, and the lust in his heavy gaze made my insides quiver with the anticipation of what was to come. The look alone was enough to speed up my recovery of him turning me into a puddle atop the mattress.
Aaron kept his legs splayed wide, which meant even wider for me. His massive dick welcomed me with a few stiff and waving bobs. My hand glided into his palm as he assisted me in climbing aboard, taking my hand as if he were seating me at an elegantly-set table. I didn’t go straight for the prize, but it made its presence known by falling against my stomach with a fleshy smack.
I devoured Aaron’s mouth, licking, sucking, and nibbling his lips. The man tasted better than drinking water on a hot and humid day, and he made me thirsty enough to drink an ocean. His fresh soapy scent and masculine aroma invigorated my senses and made me want to linger in his presence that much more.
If something happened to Aaron on this crazy mission he and his cousin were intent on going on, I honestly didn’t know what would become of me. I’d proven that I wasn’t brave enough to kill myself, so my only other option would be to turn myself over to DG6 and let them do whatever they had plans to do to me. I’d never been this obsessed with anyone or anything. I couldn’t explain us any more than I was sure Aaron could.
Even now, I considered turning myself in if it would help to keep Aaron out of harm’s way. He had no idea the dumb shit I was willing to do if it would keep him safe. The idea of something bad happening turned my firm kiss into a soft, emotion-laced one. Aaron noticed. Carefully placed palms cupped my face as his gaze bore into mine, the depth of his love shining through. I vocalized what I saw mirrored in his gaze.
“I love you, Aaron. Please don’t go on this mission in the morning,” I begged, the pleading in my tone was apparent as I fought to hold back the stinging tears that started to pool in my eyes.
Aaron didn’t hide the way our connection affected him. He stared intently into my eyes, his face pinched with a mixture of confusion and understanding. “I love you too,” he replied softly. The unrestrained emotion behind his declaration reached into my chest and swallow my heart before it caressed my soul.
When our feelings grew beyond anything we could control, he covered my lips with his and eased his tongue into my mouth. All it took was his hot tongue and his hands palming my ass for my juices to unfreeze and start flowing again. The sensual exploration of his tongue mingling with mine made me forget how to inhale.
My emotions married my lust and our kiss deepened as Aaron assisted in raising me up higher on my knees. I unclamped my right hand from around his neck and let it slip between us. Hard rippling abs brushed the back of my hand as it slid down and around his glorious hard and throbbing dick. The anticipation had my hand trembling when I aligned his dick with my dripping wet folds.
The moment I started to slide down on it, all concerns of him chasing down assassins and DG6 disappeared. The only thing that filled my mind was Aaron and how well he ignited my senses. The slow and steady rhythm kept my body humming with lust-fulfilling excitement.
We broke the kiss, only to catch our breaths. I rested my forehead against his. This session between us was great, it was wonderful, but it was also different. Our emotions were involved this time—the weight of them mixing with our desire. How we’d managed to keep such strong passion at bay was a mystery to me. Now, it flowed over us, through us, all around us like a new sense that we’d created together.
The few times before when love had made its presence known, we’d managed to pretend that it wasn’t there. Now, that we’d professed those three sacred words to each other, and accepted that they’d been spoken in sincere truth, our connection had grown even stronger.
My mind and body overflowed with different emotions, making me fight for every breath I took. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. My body was on autopilot as I continued to ride Aaron, sheathing him deep inside me. The pressure of the deep penetration was too much but not enough at the same time, verging on pain, but brimming with overpowering pleasure, emotionally driven, but physically intense.
When tears started to leak from my eyes, I knew we’d surpassed our norm. Aaron must have spotted those wet telling drops because his thumb brushed under my eyelid and over my cheek before he took my lips and made me swallow my quivering breaths.
When I was certain my body and mind couldn’t take anymore, the tension in my belly tightened, and my body started to tingle. Forced to break the kiss, I had to scream or yell out to expel some of the emotion and pleasure that had engulfed me and filled my body to near bursting. My pace increased, and Aaron’s big hands palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks as he urged me to ride him faster.
“Oh my God. Aaron!” I yelled, breathless. Repeatedly, those same words tumbled past my lips. They were the only words my mind had latched on to that I was able to squeeze past my constricting throat. If the men in the house hadn’t known it before, they knew it now. Aaron was the deity I prayed to repeatedly.
He thrust his hips upwards, sending his dick impossibly deep inside me. This was usually the point where I sped up my rotating hips. This time, however, I slowed my pace and let the magic consume me right before I was yanked down into the next world.
My eyebrows tightened over my squeezed-shut eyes that had rolled to the back of my head. My lips fell apart, but my words got lodged in my throat. I had a death grip around Aaron’s neck as I continued to rock my body against his, chasing the sensations that pounded hard inside me and grew in their thundering intensity. My eager body matched the urgency of his hips as he drove faster and harder.
I wasn’t the one who bit into Aaron when the pleasure was too much for me to handle. This time, he bit into my shoulder, the pressure of his bite unexplainably adding to my satisfaction. He groaned in pleasured delight with every powerful thrust that met my grinding rotations.
“Megan.” My name fell from his mouth. “Sorry,” he said, before he kissed the area he’d bitten, unaware that I enjoyed the sweet ache.
Chapter Twelve
Megan
The dewy grass kissed the bottom of my bare feet as I stood outside Ansel’s truck, clinging to Aaron. Thick and heavy clouds hid the moon and added a deeper layer of darkness to the early-morning sky.
I could see neighboring porch lights on in the distance, but the numbing silence around us let us know the rest of the world was at rest. I had a bad feeling that I couldn’t shake, even as Aaron whispered encouraging words into my ear. Although I was confident in his ability to take care of himself, the nagging darkness that loomed over me wouldn’t leave.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” he whispered into my hair as his lips sought my neck. “Besides, I’ve got my crazy cousin watching my back.”
As if on cue, Ansel walked up. “Break this shit up. Megan, you have nothing to worry about. I’m here.”
Ansel’s arrogant words put a smile on my face and gave me the courage I needed to ease up the tight hold I had on Aaron. I was acting as if I was never going to see him again. He squeezed me and kissed my forehead before he stepped back.
My heart sank as I took one last look at him and turned away. Once I made it back inside the house, I knew what was going to happen. I’d do nothing but bite my nails, worry, and attempt to shake the agonizing chill of doom that had crept right back onto my shoulders.
“So, I can’t get a hug or a “thank you.” I mean I’m about to face whatever the hell this chump over here is about to face too.” Ansel’s words were aimed at my back.
I turned around to face him, unable to hide the smile that had crept onto my lips. Ansel stood next to Aaron, looking like his brother. He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer his question.
“Well?” he said to me before he glanced at the side of Aaron’s head. I glanced at Aaron too. I’d already hurt him by sleeping with his father and not telling him. Therefore, I didn’t even want to look
at another man, especially now that we’d established such a strong mutual connection.
A playful eye roll and a sigh left Aaron as he nodded his head in my direction. Ansel must have noticed Aaron’s gesture because his smile spread wider before he threw out both his muscular arms, inviting me into his hold.
I stepped forward, anxious—almost afraid. I went up on my toes and reached my arms up to capture Ansel’s neck. Next thing I knew, I went flying into his hard chest—full body-against-body contact. A sharp gasp left my mouth as he squeezed me to him and held me in place. His arms were wrapped around me so tightly that I couldn’t release the sharp breath he’d made me inhale.
Although I was a bit disoriented, my arms still managed to tighten around his neck and shoulders. I tried to back away, when the hug lasted longer than it should have, but I wasn’t strong enough to get away from the tornado named Ansel. When his face drew closer to mine, I dropped my head to avoid his lips.
When I was released, it took only a second for me to realize it was Aaron who had torn me out of Ansel’s tight grip.
The teasing smirk on Ansel’s face as I stood staring at him in wide-eyed shock said he’d had every intention of kissing me. The smile on Aaron’s face as he shook his head at his cousin eased some of my tension. Although Aaron had a smile on his face, his eyes told another story. I believed he’d do his cousin harm if he tried to take things too far with me.
“Please be careful,” I forced out. The words rushed out of my mouth as my gaze volleyed between them both. Before I took the final steps, I needed to take towards the house, my gaze landed on Aaron’s and locked. The lump that formed in my throat wasn’t one I could swallow. I forced my legs to turn my body and carry me away before he saw the tears that had started to sting my eyes. Not even Ansel’s shocking hug had subdued the ache that squeezed my heart at Aaron’s departure.
