Saturday Night Special

by Mari Carr

  He was hers.

  She leaned forward to kiss him, her lips grazing his pecs before cruising over to visit his nipple. She ran her tongue around the tiny bud as Aaron’s hands gripped her waist. She could sense his growing need. Hell, she shared it. She wasn’t an innocent, not even close. But for some reason, this time with Aaron felt as if she would be losing her virginity all over again. She pulled away from his chest to look at him, her breathing ragged.

  She was inundated by so many emotions, she was finding it hard to know what to do next. She wanted him. There was no question of that, but while her body was urging her to claim and conquer, her head was warning her to proceed with caution. Overpowering all of that was her heart, screaming at her not to fuck this up. Proclaiming loud and clear she’d finally gotten something right.

  Aaron offered her a crooked grin and kissed her forehead. “Never pegged you as a thinker, Riley. Always saw you as more of a doer.” His taunt hit the nail square on the head, just as he’d known it would, and she narrowed her eyes before unhooking her bra and sliding it off.

  “I thought I’d better take it slow for you, sugar. Don’t wanna overwhelm you.” She cupped her breasts, toying with the tight nipples with her own fingers. “Think you can keep up?”

  He growled. Jesus, a growl? She didn’t have more than a second to process that thought before his lips descended on her breasts. He brushed her hands aside, grasping her breasts, holding them still for his assault. There was no part of her chest left untouched as he licked around her areolas, lightly bit her nipples, kissed the sensitive skin and massaged the plump flesh.

  “God.” She wondered where the hell Aaron had learned to play like this. She’d always imagined sex with him would be staid, gentle…boring. Where had this tit connoisseur come from?

  She shook the thought from her head. This was going too fast, getting too serious. She felt completely off balance and grasped the only thing she could still call on to work in her defense. “Hope you aren’t disappointed,” she joked. “I’m no Bubbles.”

  He sucked her taut nipple into his mouth…hard, the suction producing a pleasurable pain she’d never experienced. Her head fell back against the door, thudding loudly against the wood.

  He moved upward from her breasts, planting hot, wet kisses along her neck. “It won’t work,” he whispered into her ear.

  “What won’t work?”

  “The jokes. I’m not stopping and neither are you.”

  “Who’s asking you to stop?” She gripped his hair with her fingers, holding his mouth to her neck. She loved having her neck kissed. He moved, taking her earlobe between his teeth, biting it lightly while his fingers pinched her nipples and she trembled under his forceful, sexy-as-shit attack.

  “Still with me, Riley? Didn’t leave you in the dust, did I?”

  She grinned. Smart-ass. Jesus, she was going to make him pay for that.

  She unbuttoned his jeans, taunting him with her eyes as she slid the zipper down. “You might want to pay attention.” She knelt as she gripped the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down his thighs. “Maybe take some notes,” she added as she dragged her tongue along his cock in one long lick. She looked up in time to see Aaron’s palms land on the door, no doubt to hold himself up as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her gaze never left his as she sucked his hard flesh into her mouth.

  “So fucking hot.” He moved one hand to her head, tangling his fingers in her curls as he continued to praise her. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous, Riley.”

  She smiled around his cock and he groaned when she took him deeper. Reaching down, she fondled his balls for a moment before exploring further, touching the tip of her index finger to his anus. He jerked and she almost lost her grip on his cock.

  He took her head in his hands and pulled her away. “Bad girl.” The heated look in his eyes contradicted his words.

  “You started it,” she said, alluding to his sex-store purchase.

  He grinned. “And I’ll finish it. Later.” He reached down to help her up. “Take off your pants.”

  She quickly shed her jeans as Aaron kicked off his shoes and finished removing his pants. She started to walk toward the bed, but he surprised her by picking her up and carrying her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I thought you might not remember me carrying you over the threshold last night. Thought I’d reenact it for you.”

  “You carried me over the threshold?”

  “Of course I did, Mrs. Young.”

  She felt a lump form in her throat at his romantic gesture. She’d never thought herself susceptible to such mushy-gushy nonsense. She’d always been too practical, too cynical, but every word he said, every move he made cut straight to the heart of her and she found herself melting like a teenage girl with her first crush.

  He placed her on the bed like she was made of glass and she fought to regain her composure. She’d spent the entire day fighting to return to common ground, struggling for some sense of normality only to have him rewrite the rules of their relationship time and time again. He lowered himself over her, their bare bodies touching from chest to feet. She could sense his strength—and his desire—and it lit her body on fire. She ran her hands along his back, savoring the deep kiss he offered.

  When they broke apart for much-needed air, she realized resistance was futile. “Fuck me, Aaron.”

  He shook his head. “No. Our fucking days are over, Riley. I’m making love to you.”

  She wanted to roll her eyes, wanted to snort or do something completely like herself, but all she could do was nod and pray to keep the tears she felt clogging her throat from reaching her eyes. He reached to retrieve his pants but she halted him.

  “No condom. I’m on birth control. Just us. Nothing in the way.”

  He considered her words for a moment and then grinned. “Just us. From now on.” He leaned down to kiss her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He nudged his cock against her pussy and she reached down to guide him home. He entered so slowly she wanted to protest, but his lips devoured any words she might have spoken. He wasn’t lying about the making-love comment. Riley had never felt more cherished, more protected…more horny.

  She pulled her lips away from his when he retreated just as slowly.

  She started to complain, to demand he move, when she caught his mischievous gaze. He was teasing her.

  Her honeymoon. Their first time together and he was making a damn joke.

  She laughed. God, she loved him. “Had your fun?”

  He shrugged. “Isn’t this how you imagined sex with me would be?”

  She frowned. “How the hell did you know that?”

  “You told me so the night of Teagan’s wedding. You’d had too much champagne and I foolishly mentioned that we’d never kissed.”

  She nodded, recalling her heartless reply. “You wanted to kiss me that night.”

  “It was midnight. New Year’s. Besides, I’ve always wanted to kiss you. Always known—”

  “That we were perfect for each other,” she finished.

  He grinned. “Yep.”

  “But that night, I said you and I could never be together romantically because we were too different.”

  “Because I was too boring and you were too wild.” He repeated her reasoning.

  “You aren’t boring, Aaron. You’ve never been boring. I don’t know why—”

  “You were having a bad night, Riley. I understood.”

  She leaned up to kiss him. She’d been a bitch to him far too often in the past and he’d never left her side, never failed to support her. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry about.” His smile was easy, genuine. “I got my way in the end.”

  She laughed. “Because you’re stubborn.”

  “Determined.”

  “Shut up and kiss me, sugar.”

  He bent down, his lips hard and possessive. His hips began to thrust and she marveled
over the fact he’d been inside her the entire time they’d talked. It felt so natural. He began to move faster and she had to push away from his lips, gasp for air as he took complete ownership of her body. She tightened her legs around his waist, moaning when he reached down with one hand to touch her clit.

  “Oh my God,” she cried as he rubbed the sensitive, throbbing flesh. “So good.”

  He continued to pound inside her pussy, caressing her clit until she exploded in orgasm. She screamed at the incredible sensations pummeling her body but Aaron never wavered, dragging out the climax until she feared she’d pass out. As the feeling began to wane, she felt him pull out of her body.

  “Roll over.” His voice was deep, commanding, and she responded to it in an instant. “Hands and knees. I’m not finished with you.”

  She shivered at his hot words, surrendering control into his very capable hands. The moment she got into position, he was back inside her, his cock thrusting so deeply, she couldn’t hold back her cries of delight. Within moments, she felt another climax building. Christ, he was going to kill her with all this pleasure. He reached around to grip her breasts, halting their movement as they swung under his forceful motions. He pinched her nipples while telling her all the dirty, lovely things he wanted to do to her.

  His words—as much as his powerful fucking—pushed her over the edge again. Her body shuddered as it came down from the most intense orgasm of the century. She collapsed on her stomach, struggling to catch her breath.

  “Not finished yet,” Aaron whispered, kissing the nape of her neck.

  “You’re going to have to go on without me.” Her words were muffled by the pillow. “Think I died halfway through that last orgasm.”

  He chuckled but remained undaunted. He rolled her onto her back. “One more, Riley,” he insisted. “One more time, together.”

  He came over her once more, nudging her legs apart. This time he took her the way he’d promised at the beginning. His motions were slow, steady and loving, and her body embraced them. Every pulse of his cock teased her sensitive flesh, driving her to the peak. She’d never come this easily, this quickly.

  Aaron thrust deeply one last time and she gave herself up to the feeling and to him. He cried out above her, his climax driving hers even higher.

  “Love you,” he said as his cock erupted inside her, filling her with his come. “God, I love you, Riley.”

  He lowered himself, pulling her toward his chest and enveloping her in his comforting embrace.

  She didn’t give him the words back. She couldn’t. Her heart was too full of the emotion and it was spilling out everywhere. She wrapped her arm around his waist and fought back tears. She didn’t cry. She never cried, but with his words and actions, he had claimed her heart, her soul, and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she would love him until the day she died. But she’d have to tell him tomorrow. Tonight, the sentiment was too strong.

  Too potent.

  Too new.

  Chapter Five

  Aaron jerked awake. Neon lights from the street below streamed through the sheer curtains, casting the room in an eerie pink haze. It took him several moments to remember where he was—Vegas—and what exactly had woken him up, and then he grinned.

  “Trouble sleeping?” He was able to make out the top of Riley’s head as it lowered toward his cock.

  “You didn’t let me finish earlier.” She surrounded his engorged flesh with her mouth. Damn, the woman gave great head. He closed his eyes, struggling to keep from coming too soon. If this was any indication of how she intended to wake him up in the future, he was going to die a very happy man. He fought back a chuckle at the image of an elderly Riley going down on him when they were old and gray.

  Her teeth grazed the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock and he groaned. Her hand gripped the base of his dick tightly, moving in time with her mouth. Oh yeah, this wasn’t going to take long. He’d spent too much of the day in a constant state of arousal to try to hold off the impending climax for too long.

  Riley released his cock with a pop, looking up at him. “I’ll let you choose,” she said when he started to protest her abrupt end.

  “Choose?”

  “I can finish this blowjob until you come in my mouth or I can crawl on top of you and give you the ride of a lifetime.” He stared at her for several moments until she giggled. “Trouble deciding?”

  “I want both.”

  “Greedy bastard,” she teased.

  “Climb on, Riley. We’ll see who enjoys the ride more.”

  “What about the blowjob?”

  “Oh, I’ll get that. Later. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know when.”

  She shook her head and he watched her grin grow as she straddled his hips. “Giddy up,” she said with a laugh.

  She slowly sank down on his cock and he fought the wave of lightheadedness that accompanied her movement. He gripped her hips and attempted to direct her motion, but he should have realized such an effort would be wasted. She paused, leaving him seated to the hilt, the heat of her pussy almost scalding.

  “If you want me to continue, sugar, you have to follow my lead,” she said. “Why don’t we put those hands of yours to better use?” She grasped his hands, dragging them up to her breasts. “I know how much you like boobs.”

  He pinched her nipples in response, pleased by the sound of her sharp inhalation. “Don’t get used to the driver’s seat, Riley.”

  “Aaron—” she started, but he cut her off.

  “I’m not a passive lover. We’ll play this your way for now, but I don’t make any promises that it will end with you in charge.”

  The muscles of her pussy fluttered against him. His comment seemed to knock her off balance for only a moment and then—as always—his girl recovered her equilibrium. He squeezed the globes of her breasts and she grinned, resuming her ride.

  She took his cock inside her body like she lived her life—fast, hard, wild. It took all the strength he possessed not to come too soon. She knew exactly how to time the strokes, where to touch him to drive him mad, what to say to push him to the brink. Jesus, she was magnificent.

  He moved his hands away from her breasts, savoring the smooth, soft texture of her skin. He skimmed his fingers along her waist to her hips before turning inward, toward her pussy. He delved between her legs, lightly caressing her clit with one finger before burrowing deeper. He rimmed the opening of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her body taking his cock inside her. She gasped when he gathered some of the moisture created by their bodies and used it to rub her clit more deeply.

  “God, I love that.” She trembled as she spoke. He’d learned earlier that she responded strongly when he stimulated her clit. Her pace increased as he pushed more firmly. She mimicked his motions as her arousal grew and took over. Her eyes were closed and he loved the complete rapture that covered her face a second before her orgasm claimed her. She was a vocal lover, her cries loud and lovely. As the climax reached its crescendo, she fell forward.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he twisted them on the bed until she was beneath him, his cock still buried inside her. “Ready to hand me the reins?”

  Her eyes opened at his request. “What did you have in mind?”

  “I thought I’d surprise you.”

  She smiled. “I like surprises.”

  “I know.” He reached for her legs, hooking his elbows in the crooks of her knees. “Feeling flexible?”

  “Hit me with your best shot.”

  He lifted her legs and bent forward. The position left her knees nearly perpendicular with her shoulders and her pussy wide for his attention.

  “I’ve noticed you like it hard.” He kissed her, letting his lips and his words tickle her cheek.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Hold on, Mrs. Young.” He punctuated his warning with a quick, hard thrust and Riley groaned. He repeated the motion several more times, rejoicing when he felt the muscles of her pussy signaling her coming climax. H
aving sex with her was more fun than his fantasies had been. She far surpassed every wet dream he’d ever had about her.

  He pulled out, releasing her legs.

  “Hey.” She frowned when he moved away.

  “You’re going to have to learn to control those orgasms of yours.”

  “Why?” she asked, and he laughed. The question was so typically Riley. She never denied herself any pleasure she wanted. Squeezing every bit of joy out of life she possibly could.

  “Because it will make the reward that much sweeter in the end.”

  “Screw that. Actually, screw me. I was getting close.”

  “Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘quality, not quantity’?”

  “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much in bed?”

  He didn’t bother to answer, instead rolling her onto her stomach and trapping her legs beneath his thighs. She started to push herself up, so he placed his hand at the top of her back, holding her against the mattress.

  “Aaron, what—” Any further comment she could make was cut off when he placed a sharp smack on her bottom. “What the hell are you doing?”

  He leaned forward, pressing his chest to her back. “Have you ever been spanked?”

  “What kind of question is that? I’m one of seven rambunctious kids and you’ve met my pop. Of course I’ve been spanked. Hell, I think my pop spanked you once when we broke his—”

  “I mean sexually, Riley.”

  “I don’t think spankings are even remotely sexy.”

  “Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

  “Have you?”

  “Oh, hell yeah.”

  She laid her head on the pillow beneath her and sighed. “How did I not know all of this about you?”

  He bent forward and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek before allowing her to roll over. He sat up while she lay on her back looking at him. “We’ve never really discussed our sex lives.”

  “That’s not true,” she said. “I’ve told you everything about mine.”