Sweet Thing

by JA Huss

  Aria smiles, feeling brave. “And three… we can see each other two days a week all summer long. And then all the restrictions are over. I’ll be in college and I can make up my own mind about who I chose to date.”

  Her father lowers his head and for a moment I think he’s angry. But then I catch him smiling.

  He knew. He knew Aria would put up a fight. He was expecting this. Maybe it was a test, not just for me, but for both of us. A test to see if I respected him enough to give in and if she was grown-up enough to fight for what she wanted.

  “You drive a hard bargain, Aria,” her father says, hiding his smile before he looks up. “But you’re going to make an excellent businesswoman one day. Done.”

  Doris makes a big production of sighing, then she sniffles a little as she wipes her eyes and says, “Would you like to stay for dinner, Ryker?”

  And I reply, “I can’t think of a single other place I’d rather be.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - ARIA

  I learned a lot about myself during that negotiation with my mom and dad. I learned that family matters even though they sometimes make you want to stomp your feet and pull your hair out. I learned that Ryker has a past. A childhood. A mother. A friend who was there for him.

  Which I hadn’t thought about before that moment, but it gave weight to his argument that we needed to take this slow. New relationships can destroy old ones if we’re not careful.

  And sometimes that can be bad or it can be good.

  Ryker’s mom gave up Ryker for a man. That’s what I was about to do with my family before Ryker told his story and made me really think this through. My family didn’t do anything to deserve a severing of ties. So I’m glad Ryker told me about his experience so I didn’t have to make the same mistake his mother did.

  But letting go of old relationships and forging new ones can be good sometimes too. Ryker let go of his mother and found Ozzy. Sometimes it’s necessary to move on, sometimes it’s necessary to cling to the past.

  It’s hard to know which is which, so having people you trust—people who love and support you and give you good advice—well, that’s something money can’t buy. It has to be earned.

  There’s a lot more to this grown-up stuff than having sex, and moving out, and getting your own car. You need to be careful with people you love and not take those feelings for granted.

  I did get a car. My parents bought me one for graduation today. And the moment I saw it sitting in our driveway with a giant red bow on the roof I understood why I got the ring for my birthday.

  The ring was a symbol of our family ties. My parents wanted me to know that yes, I’m an adult now, but they will always be here for me.

  The car is a symbol of freedom.

  Which is great when you know freedom doesn’t really have anything to do with driving away and there is always a home base to come back to.

  Ryker and I are sitting in his car driving to his place. Graduation is over, the celebratory dinner with my family is over, and now we’re on our way to his place for our Friday night date.

  “Do you feel any different?” he asks me, pulling up to the valet of his building.

  I smile at him, getting lost in his eyes for a moment. “Not yet,” I say. “But the night’s not over.”

  Then the doorman is opening my door and I get out. Ryker joins me, taking my hand as we walk into the building together.

  “Oh, Miss Amherst,” the concierge calls from the desk. “Your package came.” She lifts a shopping bag out from behind the counter and walks it over to me.

  “What’s this?” Ryker asks, as I take the bag and tip her.

  “Thank you so much,” I tell the concierge. Then to Ryker I say, “You’ll see.” I smile at him and urge him towards the elevator.

  He grins at me all the way up to his penthouse. “What are you up to?” he asks, just as the elevator doors open.

  But I just wink at him and enter the apartment.

  “Aria?” he prods.

  I turn and hold the bag out for him. “I have a gift for you.”

  “For me?” He chuckles. “It’s your graduation night and I didn’t even give you your gift yet.”

  “Oh, believe me, this is a selfish gift. I’m getting something out of it too. Open it,” I say, placing the bag on the coffee table.

  His grin is wide and his eyes are bright. I hope he guesses. I hope he’s surprised. I hope for everything.

  Inside the bag is one shiny black shirt box with a thick, pink, satin ribbon. “Hmmm,” Ryker hums, still beaming as he pulls on the ribbon and it dissolves instantly into a luxurious pile of softness.

  He lifts the lid off the box and just chuckles as he holds up the black lace corset. “What’s this?” he asks.

  “Surprise,” I say.

  Then he looks down into the box and says, “What, no panties?”

  I just laugh and say, “Open the other box and you’ll see why.”

  Because there is another box inside. A small one, just like the first. One that might hold a key fob or maybe a new wallet.

  That’s not what’s inside.

  “Oh, Aria.” He chuckles, holding up the stainless-steel butt plug with a pink, heart-shaped jewel handle.

  “We’ve been dabbling with them for weeks now and I think I’m ready for the real thing. So this is how it’s going to go tonight, Mr. North. I’m going to put that corset on and then you’re going to put that plug in my ass and fuck my pussy. Then you’re going to take it out and give me the real thing. Because I want to be more than your sweet thing. I want to be your naughty thing too.”

  He side-eyes me, still grinning like a wild man.

  But before he can say anything I step towards him and place two fingers on his lips. “Yes,” I say. “I’m sure. Now help me out of these clothes.”

  He leans down to kiss me first. It’s a long, soft, open-mouthed kiss that gets all my sweet parts tingling. And as he does that he unzips my dress and slowly drags it down my shoulders until it drops to the floor at my feet.

  He stands back, his gaze moving up and down my body. Taking in my choice of underwear. “Black and pink, huh?”

  “Sweet with a side of naughty,” I say. “Just the way we like it.”

  His grin turns serious and hungry as he pops the clasp between my breasts and removes my bra. Then eases my panties down my legs, bending as he lowers them, so he can kiss my stomach as I step out.

  His hands go to my hips, gripping them with just enough pressure to let me know what he thinks of my gift tonight, then he slides them down my thighs, my knees, my calves and takes off my heels.

  When I’m standing naked and bare in front of him, he looks up at me, both hands reaching up to my breasts, and squeezes them as he inhales.

  The wetness pools between my legs with anticipation and he stands up again, reaching for the corset.

  He puts it on me slowly, carefully. The way he’s done everything with me since we started over. Hooking up the back with concentrated deliberateness. I peek over my shoulder when he’s done and see him reaching for the butt plug. He holds it in his hand for a moment, the stainless steel and gemstone handle glinting in the light.

  Then he says, “Come over here, Aria,” as he takes my hand and leads me over to the sitting area. “Bend over and place your hands here,” he says, motioning to the back of the couch.

  I do, stretching my back so I can reach, while opening my legs so I can be sexy.

  “That’s nice,” he says. “Very, very nice.”

  He walks away for a moment, going into the bedroom. I glance over my shoulder when he returns holding a tube of lubricant.

  He squeezes some out and rubs it all over the butt plug, then says in a low, deep voice that I now recognize as desire, “Relax, while I play.”

  I suck in a deep, deep breath. Knowing this plug is bigger than the others we’ve used so far. A little bit apprehensive but mostly just curious what having him inside me will feel like. Ryker takes his time. Us
ing his fingers first. Sometimes playing with my pussy and rubbing my clit to keep me excited.

  There’s no chance of me becoming unexcited.

  I dreamed about this last night. Woke up wet and horny. Sat through graduation and dinner with my parents still fantasizing about it. We’ve watched porn together a few times and I like the ones where the man enters her ass as they lie side by side, then pulls her on top of him. I don’t know why that position excites me so much. Maybe because the guy usually reaches around to stroke her pussy as he fucks her. Maybe because her legs are open and she’s exposed because the guy is underneath her.

  I’m not sure, but I hope we try that position today.

  “Are you ready?” Ryker asks, rubbing his hand up and down the cheek of my ass.

  I nod, then say, “Yes.”

  He begins by rocking the butt plug back and forth into my asshole. “Relax,” he says, as he steps to the side a little and begins caressing my breast. They are full and hanging down, my nipples peaked and tight. He pushes the plug into the firm muscles, finding resistance, but I exhale and close my eyes and the tip enters me.

  It’s thicker than the other plug and I can feel the difference immediately. But it’s not nearly as wide as Ryker’s cock. There’s a moment of pain and doubts creep in. Like maybe this is a mistake and maybe we should do this another time.

  But then it’s all the way in and I remember why I asked for this to begin with.

  “I love that,” I say.

  He takes a step back and caresses my ass cheeks with both hands, then says. “It’s beautiful, Aria. You’re beautiful. Do you want to see what you look like? How I see you right now?”

  I bite my lip and nod. “Yes.”

  A few seconds later he snaps a pic with his phone and then sits down on the couch beside me, sinking into the couch cushions. “Look,” he says, holding up the phone.

  I don’t move. I stay just as he wants me. But I turn my head a little to see the image.

  My legs are open and I’m bent over enough so the lips of my pussy are clearly visible. And just above them is the diamond-shaped jeweled handle pressed flat up against my asshole.

  I look away and up at Ryker. Find him smiling. “I look pretty sexy,” I say.

  “You’re so sexy, I want to fuck you in the ass right now.”

  “Will you?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “No, not yet. I want you to suck my cock, Aria. Get down on your knees, take it out, and put it as deep inside your mouth as you can.”

  He hasn’t let me do that yet. All my blow jobs so far have come with restrictions. Just the tip, Aria. Just the head, Aria. Just lick my shaft, Aria. Never has he let me take him any farther than that.

  I do as he requests. Get down on my knees and pull his shirt out of his pants and start unbuttoning it. I have to lean forward to get the top buttons so I use that opportunity to kiss him on the mouth. He grins and kisses me back. But he takes my hands and returns them to the buckle on his belt.

  My forearm is resting on his upper leg, over the top of his long, thick cock. He’s not wearing underwear today and it’s so long it stretches down the length of his thigh.

  His belt buckle jingles as I undo it. Then I pop the button of his slacks, pull his zipper down, and reach inside to grab his cock. He hisses, and I watch his face as I take him out and hold him in my fist.

  I lean down with my mouth open and put his entire swollen head inside my mouth. His hand immediately goes to my head, twisting my long hair in his fingertips as he urges me to go down on him. I gag a little, but breathe through my nose as I open my mouth as wide as I possibly can and then part of his shaft is inside me and I feel the warm, tingling wetness between my legs as I take him just a little bit more.

  He repositions his body. Sliding his hips down towards the edge of the couch so he can see me better. We lock eyes and both of us smile.

  He takes another picture with his phone and holds it up.

  His cock is so fat, my mouth open so wide.

  We’re doing dirty, smutty stuff but I feel beautiful when I see that picture. I see what he sees and I like it.

  “Bob your head a little,” Ryker says. “Try fucking me with your mouth. Just a little,” he encourages. “Just give me a taste.”

  A taste. I think about that for a moment. As in a sample of what’s to come.

  I lean down, gagging again. Then pull back as I seal my lips around his shaft to have more contact with him.

  “Oh, yes,” he says. “That’s very nice. Do it again.” And when he says that, he presses a button on his phone and I hear the tell-tale chime of a video beginning to record.

  I do it again. And again. And again. My eyes on his every time. Then I close them and go down, holding his cock deep in my mouth as I hold that position until I think I might choke, and have to pull back.

  He stops the video and turns it around, playing it back for me so I can see what he sees.

  I smile around the head of his cock.

  “OK,” he says. “I can’t wait any longer. Help me take off my clothes, starting with my cufflinks.”

  I let his cock fall out of my mouth, dripping with saliva, and reach for his cuff, my fingers popping the cufflink off and placing it in his hand. I repeat this for the other cuff, and then he sets the links aside on the end table.

  I love taking off his shirt. I love seeing his tattoos appear on his arms. I love how he goes from serious businessman to tatted-up bad boy when I drag his sleeves down his arms. I love how muscular he is. How hard his arms are. How small and protected I feel when he’s got them wrapped around me.

  “Now the pants,” he says.

  I reach for his waist and tug them down. He lifts up his hips to help me as I drag them down his legs and leave them on, just below his knees.

  “I want to fuck you with pants on, Mr. North.”

  He smiles wide. “That’s sexy,” he says. “In case you didn’t know.”

  “Someone told me that once,” I quip, climbing up into his lap. The butt plug feels intense. A little painful, but in a good way. He’s fucked me with one in before, so I know the sensations will only intensify as we move forward, but how much? I’m not sure. The only thing I’m sure about is that I want to experience this with him.

  I balance myself on my knees, hovering over his thighs. His cock is wet and glistening from my mouth as I wrap my fingers around it and place it at the entrance of my pussy. This makes me recall that first time. When he put me in charge of my experience. How he told me to go as fast or as slow as I wanted.

  Now I’m more experienced, more comfortable with my erotic side—so I don’t take my time like I did back then. I linger a little when the head of his cock is fully inside me, but only because I want to fully experience the sensations. And then I drop myself on top of him. Fully appreciating how he stretches me and fills me up and how the pressure from the larger butt plug intensifies all the feelings.

  Ryker places his hands on my cheeks, then his fingertips thread up into my hair.

  It’s not going to take me long. I already know I’m close to coming. But I want to hold off as long as I can. So once he’s fully inside me I pause to take Ryker in. Place my hands on his cheeks too.

  “I love you,” he says. “I know it’s early and that saying those words might scare you, or put you off, or—“

  “I love you too,” I say, trying to ease any insecurities he has about saying those words.

  He just smiles at me as I begin to move. Rising up and sitting down. My hands on his shoulders now, because I love the way my palms cup so perfectly around the curve of muscles. And how they move when he places his hands on my hips and starts to encourage me.

  Then one sneaks over to my belly and his thumb dips down to play with my clit.

  This is the part I like best. When he’s in me, and we’re using the plug, and he flicks the pad of his thumb over that sweet spot.

  It drives me wild.

  “Yes,” I moan.
/>   “Yes,” he growls back.

  Instead of me lifting up and sitting down, he begins to rock me back and forth across his lap and the climax begins to build. The tingly, warm sensations course through my body.

  “Come, Aria,” he hums. “Come for me and I’ll reward you with another first.”

  I love our firsts but even if I wasn’t eager to experience that, there’s no way I can’t come.

  It’s different this time. Different than all the other times. Because we’re having another first tonight. One I hadn’t thought about.

  First time making love instead of having sex.

  It’s not an explosion. It’s a slow, pulsating, life-altering, mind-bending experience that makes me feel like I just touched his soul.

  It’s lovemaking.

  I lean over, placing my head on his shoulder so my mouth is right against his neck. And I kiss him as I enjoy the contractions that come in the wake of the release. He gives me this time afterward. Always wants me to come at least once before we move to the more explosive, hard sex.

  But I don’t want to wait. So I sit up and swing my leg over, glancing down at his hard cock, and see my come glistening on his shaft. “How do you want me?” I ask him.

  “Jesus,” he says, staring up at my eyes. Then he says, “Exactly how I placed you before.”

  I smile and nod. Positioning myself leaning over with legs spread and hands on the back of the couch as he stands up, kicking off his shoes and taking off the rest of his clothes.

  Then he puts one hand on my hip and begins to tug on the crystal handle of the plug. Turning it inside me as he slowly pulls it out.

  He drops it on the floor with a loud clunk, and then spreads my ass cheeks with both hands and leans down to kiss me on the small of my back.

  The sensation of his heavy breathing and soft kiss tickle me a little so I shudder and arch my back. “Don’t make me wait,” I say. “Don’t make me beg.”

  And as soon as those words leave my mouth he’s pressing his cock up to my asshole. There is almost no resistance. No pain because the plug has me totally relaxed. And then he’s inside me.