by T L Osborn
The delicious shiver that runs between my sensitive clit and my boobs is incredible. He snakes his hand beneath my back to undo my bra, tossing it across the room. I run my hands down his body, my hands digging into his skin, leaving what I’m sure will be bruises tomorrow. As I reach his belt, I begin to undo it. I silently tell him I want to roll over by turning myself sideways until I’m lying on top of him and straddle him as he leans his head against one arm.
“Now this is a view I could get used to.”
“I have a better one.”
He arches an eyebrow as if to say, “Show me.”
I feel bold as I kiss him gently, testing the waters as I place my tongue in his mouth. I break away, teasing him. I kiss my way down his jawline, chest, and abs as I wriggle his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free out of his pants.
I look up at him. “If I do this wrong, please tell me.”
He runs his hand over my cheek. “Baby, you couldn’t do anything wrong.”
I gently slide my fingertips up his cock, around the head, and glance up, trying to gauge his reaction. His eyes are closed, his mouths forming a soft O as he breaths slowly. I lick from head to tip and back down, and a groan escapes his lips. I do this again and again before I wrap my mouth around his cock, taking him in as deep as I can before pulling off again. His fist tightens on the duvet as his legs begin to shake. As I suck faster and faster, using my hand at the base.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he groans. His cock thickens within my mouth, but then he stalls his hip movements and gently guides my mouth off him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No, you didn’t, but I don’t want to come in your mouth. Come here.”
I kiss my way back up his body, and he wraps an arm around my waist, rolling us over. He moves his mouth all over my torso, down to my belly button, licking his way around it. He moves lower, sliding my panties down while placing soft, delicate kisses against my skin.
“Simon,” I warn.
“I know, baby.” His tone is full of annoyance as he slides his thumb over my clit, and I arch against him.
“Yes,” I moan as I lie back on the bed and open my legs to give him better access.
“Move back on the bed,” he demands.
I do as I’m told, and he leans over me, trailing one finger over my clit, down into my wet entrance then back up. All the while, his mouth toys with my nipple. He does this several more times before placing his finger deep inside me, pulling in and out slowly at first then faster before adding a second one. My entire body shakes as he begins to move inside my pussy. Between his fingers and thumb, I’m a mess.
“Simon…I’m going to…” I pant, but don’t get the final word out before I lose it completely. My stomach muscles tighten, and my entire body comes alive as my orgasm washes over me. He doesn’t stop until my breathing has calmed down.
“That was one hell of an orgasm.”
He grins at me. “I’m not done yet.” He pulls his fingers out of me and puts them straight into his mouth, sucking them clean. “Told you I’d have dessert first.” He finishes up and kisses back up my body, reaching my mouth and kissing me deeply, my release fresh on his mouth. The most erotic thing I’ve experienced in a long time. He tears open the box of condoms I hadn’t seen lying on the bed, rips one open, and rolls it down his dick. I gasp as he pushes in slowly. “You okay?” he asks.
He pulls his cock back until he’s almost out then slides it inside, gently at first, and then faster as I become more accustomed to him. I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my fingers and heels into his flesh. He slides an arm around me, gripping my ass to get better leverage as he thrusts in and out. “Si,” I moan.
“Yeah, baby, let me hear you,” he murmurs, and I groan louder, only fuelling his thrusts to become rougher and faster. I lift my hips higher, moaning as he grabs my ass tightly. I feel my legs giving way as my orgasm engulfs my senses. I stop breathing as my body tightens, and he pumps once, twice, three times more before groaning loudly in my ear. We rock together as our orgasms slowly disappear. “I hope you’re up for more, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
“I should hope not.” I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me for a kiss.
He slides his hands up my sides before pulling out of our kiss. “Roll over, baby. I want to spank that ass while I fuck you.”
I turn over and get on my knees as he slides his hands down my back, gently massaging before he gets to my ass. He spanks it gently at first, and then rubs it away before slapping it again.
“Aria says hurry the hell up. I need you,” I grit out through my teeth.
He chuckles as he gently kisses my ass before smacking it again. “Simons says tell me what you want.”
“You inside me, now,” I reply.
“Simon says you’re a greedy girl.” He positions himself and slides inside me slowly, deeply, giving me every inch of his cock. I groan as I buck back against him.
Chapter Twelve
Simon
“I have a question,” I ask Aria, who’s sitting astride my legs, looking sexy as fuck wearing my shirt over her bra and panties.
“Shoot.” She pops a strawberry into her mouth, the juice dribbling down her chin.
I lean up, licking it off. “What are your favourite flowers?”
“Easy, gerberas.”
“Gerberas? Why not roses?”
“Roses symbolise romance to me, and gerberas remind me of spring, my favourite season, when all the flowers are coming into bloom.”
“Romance, huh?” I pick up another strawberry and rest it against her lips.
“Yeah, they’re something romantic, given in love, or at least like.” She bites down on the berry, gently sucking the tips of my fingers with the same look she gave when she sucked my cock.
I mull over what she just told me. “I’m more of a sunflower man myself.” I smile.
She bursts into laughter. “Sunflowers. Really?”
I shrug. “It was the first flower I could think of.”
She laughs harder. “You’re so funny.”
“Okay, next question,” I say.
“Nuh-uh, it’s my turn.” She picks up a berry, this time placing it against my lips. “What’s your favourite music?”
“Oh, now that’s getting technical.”
“Come on, I bet you’re secretly a Justin Timberlake fan, right?” she teases.
I wave my hand in front of my face, mocking a swooning female over some hot model. “How did you know?” She bursts into laughter against me. “In all seriousness, I don’t have a favourite. Do you?”
“Country. I love country.”
No surprises there.
I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her in for a kiss. “Might have to listen to some of this country.”
“You’ll love it. Way better than JT,” she assures me. I smile, but something still nags at me. “What’s that look for?”
“I want to ask you something, but it’s your choice to answer. I don’t want to ruin our date,” I say.
She hesitates, averting her gaze from me. “You want to know why I won’t let you lick me down there.” She’s perceptive. “I’m not ready to share that yet, but all you need to know right now is it does involve my ex.”
“Okay, I’ll take that for now,” I reply, pulling her into me for another kiss. She lies down on my chest, and I feel silent tears dripping onto my skin. Must be something painful for her to cry like this. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I ruined this, didn’t I?” She sniffles.
I chuckle. “The only way you’d ruin this is if you ate the last blueberry muffin.”
She wipes her eyes. “Well, lucky for you I don’t like blueberry.”
“Do you like me?” I question.
“I do.” She smiles.
“So would you object to me wanting to send you flowers or buy y
ou gifts?” I pick up the blueberry muffin and begin to eat it.
“I won’t, but you don’t need to buy me things. I enjoy spending time with you.”
“What if I want to spoil you?” I pop a piece of muffin into my mouth.
She smirks. “Does that mean I get to buy you and Charlotte things too?”
“Hang on, when did this conversation turn into me and Charlotte?”
“Well, if you want to buy things for me, it means I get to buy for you.”
“You don’t need to buy me anything, honey, and Charlotte already has enough.”
“I took that as I get to do whatever the hell I want and you won’t argue.”
“Are you defying me?”
“Depends, are you going to spank me again?”
I slide my arms around her, pulling her close and nuzzling into her neck. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”
“I did, probably a little too much,” she admits.
I chuckle. “Since I know you liked it, I’ll find any excuse to do it.”
“We should probably stop talking about sexy stuff. Otherwise, we’re going to end up back in that bed and never leave.”
Now there’s an idea I love.
I sigh. “Give me another kiss and we’ll finish lunch.”
She slides her arms around my neck and leans in, kissing me. I slide my hands around her back and skim my hands down, over her ass. She pulls back. “Simon, don’t start what we can’t finish.”
“I can’t help that you’re irresistible,” I tell her, and she finishes off the rest of the strawberries. It’s nice to see her eating something other than chocolate for a change. “I take it you like strawberries. You ate the entire punnet, and I didn’t get a single one.”
“Whoops, sorry,” she says, blushing a little. “For the record, strawberries are my favourite fruit.”
“I’ll remember that in the future. What’s your favourite colour?”
“Hang on, I thought we were done with questions?”
I chuckle. “Humour me, would you?”
“Red, anything red. I love red. I’m like a magpie.” She laughs.
“Own any red lingerie?” I ask, popping a piece of blueberry muffin into my mouth.
“Some, but I love my black lacy lingerie more.”
“Me too.”
“Oh, I think you’d look sexy in a pair of black lacy boxers.” She giggles, giving me a sexy grin.
“I meant on you. I love the lacy on you. I’d love to have you wearing my shirt just like you are now, in my office, with some stockings, a suspender belt, and no panties,” I dream aloud.
“Is this a fantasy of yours?” she asks, dragging her index finger down my chest and over my pants to my cock.
“I’m hoping one day it might become a reality,” I confess.
She blushes. “We might get caught.”
“That’s the thrill, but it’s a fantasy, baby. For now, we’re here to get to know each other, and in your words, if we keep talking about sexy stuff, we aren’t going to leave this room.” I lean forward, giving her a kiss on the mouth, deepening it by sliding my hands around her and pulling her close to me, her legs on either side of mine straddling me. “Though, staying here isn’t a bad idea.”
“Simon, you have a three-hour meeting this afternoon,” she whimpers.
“Don’t remind me,” I say.
She smiles. “Just think of me. It’ll get you through it. Now help me choose which chocolate bar to eat, because I can’t decide.” She climbs off me to grab one and bends over. I immediately regret booking that three-hour meeting. When I finally pull my shirt on, it smells of her perfume, and I button it before putting on my tie.
“Can you zip me up?” Aria asks from the bathroom doorframe.
“I’d much rather unzip it and keep you naked all day.” I do up the dress, placing a kiss at the base of her neck.
She slides her arms around my shoulders. “I’d love to keep you naked all day too, but sadly, we can’t.”
“Did I earn another date?” I ask as we gather all the items and leave the room.
She grins. “Yeah, but I get to choose the questions next time.”
I slide my hand into hers, linking our fingers together. “Deal.” I drag her to me for one last kiss before we get into the lift. I don’t think I ever want to let this woman go.
Aria
I arrive home after an incredibly long and stressful rest of the week. My saving grace has been my lunch meetings with Simon and our mini dates afterwards. He’s left me a chocolate bar on my desk every afternoon at 3:00 pm—for energy purposes, or so he calls it, since he takes all of mine at lunch—and a gerbera on my desk in the morning. I smile and feel my heart melting just a little more for this man every day. He’s so sweet and kind, and I’m falling in love with him.
Oh my God! I’m in love with Simon Billington. How the fuck did that happen?
I climb the front steps with girlish glee. As my revelation makes more sense, my feet ache. I feel disgusting and need a shower, even though I took one at lunchtime. I’ll shower then have a glass of wine. I need one, or perhaps even a bottle. This week has been exhausting.
I open the front door to find Jacob sitting on the couch, a beer in one hand and the remote in the other. By the look of things, he started drinking several hours ago. Empty beer bottles scatter the coffee table, along with their caps.
“Hey,” I say as I close the door behind me.
He turns, swigging his beer. “Hey. How was your day?”
“Long, dull, and spent mostly typing up documents,” I reply, plonking myself down on the couch beside him. I bend down to undo the straps on my high heels and remove them. “Not to mention my feet are now killing me after wearing these all day.”
He looks down. “They don’t look comfortable.”
“They’re not,” I confirm, picking them up off the floor and making my way towards the stairs to go up to my room.
“Where are you going?” Jake calls from the couch.
“Up to my room.”
“What about dinner?”
I turn to face him, slumping my hands at my sides. “Hang on a minute. Why am I cooking dinner? You were the one home all day.” I want to head upstairs and shower.
“Not true. I went out to the bottle store,” he argues.
I roll my eyes. “So I see. Would you just make dinner?” I sigh, as I begin my way up to my room, pretending I don’t hear my brother grumbling about having to cook, though he’s not exactly subtle about it. I open my bedroom door, dumping my handbag and jacket onto my bed and shoes on the floor. I head across my room to my bathroom. It didn’t used to be part of the house; Toby built it not long after I moved into the upstairs room so I had my own space and didn’t have to share with them.
I turn on the shower, and while it heats up, I remove my clothing, tossing it into the hamper, and then check the temperature of the water and climb in. I stand under the water, allowing the heat to soak my aching muscles. My brother tells me I’m cold-blooded because of how hot I love to have my showers.
I wash myself down, rinse, get out, dry off, and take the time to blow-dry my hair. I dress in jeans and a plain blue T-shirt, grab my Kindle, and hang my towel over my shower door before heading downstairs. I find Jacob paying for a pizza delivery, and he carries the four massive pizzas and puts them on the dining table.
“See? I cooked dinner.” He laughs as I walk into the dining room.
There’s a knock at the front door. “Jake, can you pour me a wine while I get the door?”
I open the door, surprised to find Roger standing there holding the largest bunch of flowers I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Good evening, Miss. These are from Simon,” he says, holding them out to me.
“Thank you,” I murmur, taking them from him, and he walks down the front stairs while I close the door and open the card.
Aria,
I hope these brighten your day and make you smile.
> I miss you. Cannot wait to see you.
Simon xx
“Who are they from?” Jacob asks as he walks towards me with a glass of wine.
“Simon sent them,” I respond, taking the wine from him.
“This is the second time you’ve gotten a gift from Simon, your boss,” he grumbles.
The front door opens, and Steph and Toby walk inside.
“Hey—oooh, girl! Who sent you the flowers?” Steph singsongs, coming over to read the card. “Eek! I told you he liked you.”
“Wait a minute. You know about Simon?” Jake asks Steph.
“So does Toby,” she retorts. “I think this is great that she finally gave in to her feelings and let herself go for him.”
“You know about this?” Jake accuses Toby.
“Yeah, I do. I’m not encouraging it. I warned her about crushing on the biggest playboy around town, but it would seem she’s ignored me anyway.”
“Aria, you are aware that a man like him will use and abuse you until he’s done with you, right?”
“There’s nothing going on between us. Yes, there have been some kisses and flirting, but other than that, we aren’t dating. Jake, do you not think if he was that kind of man that I’d still be working for him?” I ask.
“That’s the beauty of the situation, A. He gets to have his cake and eat it too. You are just lapping it up, because you’re waiting for your Prince Charming to arrive. Let me tell you—it’s not Simon.”
My body shakes with anger as I place the flowers down on the dining room table. I don’t want to damage them all because my brother is a heartless dick. I turn around to face him; he’s as mad as I am. My breathing is tense as I speak.
“How dare you? You can’t let me be happy for one minute without sticking your two cents in. Jake, has it occurred to you that Simon at least knows my favourite flowers and has bothered to remember them? In the three years I was with Lance, he never once gave me flowers. Hell, I don’t even think he knew what my favourite ones were.” I crack as the tears spring free. I hate talking about Lance with my brothers, or anybody really. “It’s nice to have someone remember something about me, who isn’t either of my brothers.”
