by T L Osborn
“You don’t have to do this,” he murmurs.
“I want to, Simon. Just don’t hold my hair.”
“I promise.”
I remove his belt, pants, and boxers, before I grip his cock within my hand. I rub him up and then down, pumping with my grip. He groans as I lick from tip to base then back up. I slowly wrap my lips around him, and he groans louder as I suck him farther into my mouth. As I begin to move my hand, I actually enjoy hearing Simon’s moans from above me, so I suck him faster and faster. I pull off to use my tongue all over the head before sucking him in again, and I feel him thicken within my mouth.
“Baby, stop,” he orders.
I pull off immediately to look up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask.
“No, sweetheart. I don’t want to come yet, or in your mouth,” he replies, as I rise to my feet. He kicks his pants and boxers off his feet and sweeps me off mine and onto the bed. He kisses me as we land, gently then harsher, and then slides his body between my thighs as I run my hands over his back. He tugs my bra strap down as he exposes my nipple to him. His tongue flicks across it as he removes the other one to toy with his hand. I slide my hand down my body and over my throbbing clit as he continues his teasing of my nipples, before he reaches around to remove my bra, tossing it across the room. He makes light kisses down my stomach and over the hand touching myself, hooking two fingers into my panties and pulling them down.
“Si,” I moan as I feel his hot breath over my clit. He grabs my hips, dragging me down the bed and tossing one leg over his shoulder to hold me in place.
“Keep rubbing, baby,” he orders as he watches me tease my clit. My whole body is alive, and then his hand joins in, sliding over my wet pussy, up over my clit, and then down again before he slides his finger in deep. In and out, slow and steady he goes as I continue to rub. “You’re so fucking wet.” He slides two fingers in with ease.
“Simon… I’m going to come,” I whimper as he finds a fast-paced rhythm and sticks with it. I buck against him as I feel my pleasure fast approaching. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” I cry out as it crashes over me without warning, my body shaking as I feel myself losing my mind as I come. He pulls his fingers out of me, licking them clean.
“Wow! That was amazing,” he whispers as he comes to lean over me.
“Please, more,” I beg, and I don’t have to ask again as he slides his cock in deep.
Simon
“Want more, baby?” I ask as I fuck Aria in front of the mirror in my home gym. I’d carried her down here after our first session up in my room, after she asked if we could try fucking in front of the mirror.
Who am I to say no to my girl?
Her hand slides down the mirror, leaving a sweaty line. “More, oh God!” she cries, as I pull out then thrust back inside her. Her pussy practically melted around me when I first brought her here. She bucks back against me, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I pull out. “No, no, no!” she sobs. “Don’t stop!”
I lift her up, spinning her around to face me. “Lie on your back, my love,” I say gently, and she does, spreading those legs wide. I wrap them around me, while I lean over her, capturing her mouth with mine. “I’m never letting you go,” I whisper in her ear as she whimpers.
“Si,” she breathes, looking into my eyes.
“Yeah?”
“I’m falling in love with you,” she tells me.
Is this in the heat of the moment? Or is she telling the truth?
I’ve never known Aria to lie.
“Baby, just concentrate on the sex. Then we’ll get to the love bit,” I whisper back as I hammer myself into her, hard and fast. She orgasms loudly, and I have to admit—I love it. As I thrust once, twice, three times more, my cum shoots out of me like a rocket, straight into her pussy.
Suddenly, the door to my gym opens, and I look up.
Straight into the mortified face of my mother.
“Oh my God!” Aria cries from beneath me. We scramble apart, and I grab the sheet we’d brought down with us to wrap around Aria.
What the fuck is she doing here?
“Get the fuck out!” I roar at my mother. She closes the door, and I head to the gym bathroom to grab a towel from storage. Aria stands nervously by the mirror, and I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her. “I’m so sorry. This is not how it was meant to go,” I tell her.
“I’ll go shower.”
“Sure, my love. Take as long as you want,” I tell her. Meanwhile, I have a mother to confront.
As I walk Aria out of the gym, I see Mother standing by my office, waiting to talk to me. Aria races past her, up to my room, and my heart tells me to follow her up the stairs.
“What the hell? Why are you even in my house when you think I’m not home? Give me the key back now,” I demand.
“Simon, James told your uncle you were away from the office. He didn’t realise you were sick. I said you weren’t, so I thought I’d come check on you. And I find you with her? The little slut is staking her claim on you, and I don’t like it.”
“Her name is Aria. She’s my girlfriend. Forgive me for taking one day off work to spend time with her.”
“Girlfriend? What?” she exclaims.
“Go, Mother. Leave now. I’m done,” I growl as I help her towards the garage door. I open it, and she walks through. I hold out my hand for my house key, which she hands over to me with a huff.
“We aren’t done having this conversation.”
Oh yes, we are.
Her protest falls on deaf ears as I shut the door. I head up the stairs to Aria, to apologise and make sure she’s okay. She opened herself up to me, and I need her to know everything will be okay.
Plus, I’d also like to know if what she said mid-orgasm was true.
Chapter Sixteen
Aria
I’m standing in Simon’s shower, rinsing myself down. I feel incredibly dizzy and lightheaded. I can’t believe she just barged into his home like that and walked in on us. I should leave, get out of here, and let him deal with her alone.
The door to the bathroom opens, and I scream just a little.
“Sorry, honey, it’s just me,” Simon assures me, closing the door then climbing into the shower with me. He wraps his arms around me.
“Where’s your mother?” I ask.
“She has been personally escorted out and the garage door locked. She can’t get back inside. I promise.”
I wrap my arms around him. “I’m so embarrassed. I know your mother doesn’t like or approve of me, but boy does she hate me now. I think she’ll do just about anything to tear us apart.”
“I’m not going to let that happen. You’re my girlfriend, and a naughty girl who definitely deserves to be spanked,” he tells me, as he pulls me close with a slap to my ass.
“What was that for?” I pout.
“For being naughty and fucking me in front of the mirror.”
“You loved every minute of it.”
“Did you mean what you said? That you’re falling in love with me?”
I nod at him. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said it during sex, but it’s true. I’m falling for you. The flowers and chocolate every morning just brighten my day and make me smile. You actually bother to remember my favourite things. And you have the cutest daughter in the world. I can’t help but be falling for you.”
He pulls me over to sit on the seat in his shower, tugging me on top of him. “I don’t think there’s any right time to express how you’re feeling to someone. I loved hearing it,” he admits.
Is this it? The time when he’ll tell me that he feels the same? I don’t know what to say.
“But I think we should keep the declarations of love between us and not have them around Charlotte. She’ll only get her hopes up, and this is still very new for us,” he says.
My heart sinks. Does he not feel the same way about me? Am I just some plaything to him?
“Yeah, sure, you’re right. We are only new as
a couple, and I guess the last thing we need is Charlotte telling everyone she’s getting a new mummy,” I reply as I climb off him.
“Hey, where are you going?” he complains.
“I’ve finished my shower. I’m now going to get dressed, make coffee, and get something to eat, because I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” I tell him as I exit the shower. I hear a low growl as I wrap a towel around myself and exit the bathroom. Finding my clothes scattered all around his room, I dress and make my way downstairs.
When he finally emerges, things are awkward and tense between us. I just poured my heart out to him and told him I’m falling in love with him, and he didn’t say anything back.
Simon
Aria is very quiet for most of the afternoon. I know she wanted me to tell her the same thing in return. Seeing the heartbreaking look on her face as I told her we need to keep the love word away from Charlotte was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to witness. Truth is, I’m not ready to make the declaration of even falling for her yet. I don’t want to get her, my, or even Charlotte’s hopes up that this is real.
I was hurt by Clarissa, even shamed into believing I wasn’t worthy of love. I still don’t believe it, even now, as Aria stares at me while we eat lunch.
She told me she’s falling in love with me, and I don’t know what to say.
“Can I come for dinner at your place one night? Meet your parents and siblings?” I ask. I know this is a whim, but I think if I’m to reveal my true feelings for her, I’d like to spend time at her place and get to know her family too. She arches an eyebrow at me. “Look we are always here, hidden away and I’d like to change that. I don’t feel like we’re a proper couple. I haven’t seen the inside of your home, nor experienced your cooking, and also I’d like to see your room.” I lift up the last half of my sandwich to bite it.
She looks at me. “Hold on a minute when did we go from we keep the love word away from Charlotte to suddenly we’re not a real couple. You called me your girlfriend. Did you mean it? Or was it a spur of the moment thing?”
I shake my head. “It wasn’t spur of the moment. I meant it.”
“Okay, so how is this not being a real couple?” she asks. “Or are we coming to back to the whole ‘I love you’ thing. Do you not want me telling you how I feel? Is that it?”
“I didn’t say that, I just said I want it kept away from Charlotte so she doesn’t get her hopes up.”
“Do you feel the same way about me?” she asks as she puts her plate in the sink.
My heart hammers hard within my chest, she wants an answer that I can’t give her right now. Tears begin to form in her eyes as she turns away from me. Fuck! This is not how I wanted today to go.
“Aria listen to me.” I say, stepping forward to spin her around.
“Why should I? You made things pretty clear in the shower and right now,” she snaps. “Just take me home.”
“No, not until we’ve sorted this out.”
“Simon, I told you I’m falling in love with you and you’ve thrown it back in my face by telling me I can’t use it in front of Charlotte, nor are we a real couple. I want to go home, we need some time apart to think about things.”
I nod and realise I’ve hurt her more than I thought or intended. The best thing I can do is to let her go and have the space.
“I’ll grab my keys,” I mumble, heading out of the kitchen, and she meets me by the garage door. What was supposed to be an awesome day of making love and time together has turned into something awful and heartbreaking.
As I drop her at her house, she doesn’t lean over to give me a kiss.
“I’ll see you Monday,” she says as she climbs out of the car.
I wait for her to enter her house, though I’m surprised when she walks around the side rather than going through the front door. I slowly reverse out the driveway. I need to blow off some steam, and I know just how to do it. I ring Roger and demand he meet me at my house tonight for an extra training session. He’ll help me cut loose and relax.
Chapter Seventeen
Aria
I’m sitting on my couch crying when Steph walks inside. I’d rung her earlier when I asked Simon to drop me off at home after our fight.
“Hey. Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asks, closing the door and coming over to hug me.
“I told him I’m falling in love with him, Steph, and he didn’t say it back. He just said we need to keep the L-word out of our relationship.”
“I’m sure that’s not what he meant. Remember, Aria, he has a daughter to look out for, and he probably doesn’t want to get her hopes up either.”
I sniffle a little. “I know, and you’re right. I’m being stupid, I know, but I’ve never had a guy not say it back. I was surprised, because Lance was the first one to say it.”
“Lance was a dick and knew how to manipulate you into doing what he wanted,” Steph says, as the front door opens, and Toby walks in with Jacob, both carrying a box of beer.
“What happened?” Toby asks.
“She told Simon she’s in love with him, and it didn’t quite go to plan,” Steph tells him.
“What did you do a dumb thing like that for?” Jake asks.
“Bite me, Jacob,” I snap at him.
“Oh, someone’s on her period.” He chuckles.
“Fuck you,” I say, throwing him a glare.
“Time out, you two. Aria, why did you tell him you loved him? You told us there’s nothing going on between you, unless you lied to us.”
“I did lie, Toby. We’ve been sleeping together a lot and all over the place, whenever we can find the time. He’s been doing little romantic gestures and just been really sweet. Yes, I’m falling in love with him, if I’m not already there, and I dunno why I told him. It kinda just slipped out.”
Toby inhales. “Okay, and were you expecting him to say it back?” he asks.
“Sort of. Maybe. I don’t know. I wanted him to show some kind of affection. Maybe you were right all along. Maybe he does only want sex.”
“She’s finally seen the light!” Jacob hollers. “Come on, Aria. Lance was the first one to tell you he loved you and look what happened there. You threw him out like you hated him.”
“I do hate him, Jacob. You have no idea, do you? Lance was an asshole who hurt me.” I stand and place my wine glass down on the table. “He left marks, J. Not just bruises, but I mean scars. He was into all the kinky shit, but what I wasn’t aware of was the fact that he got turned on by my pain. He used to force me to suck his cock. Then one night, he tied me to the bed, and he bit me. Hard enough to leave scars and make me bleed. So forgive me if I fell in love with Simon because he’s kind and sweet, charming and sexy, but he treats me like I matter to him.”
Jacob’s mouth drops open in horror as he realises what I’ve just told him is the truth.
“I need some space. So please, could you all leave me alone?” I storm to my room in front of them all. I flop down on the bed and allow myself to sob harder than I ever have in my life. Maybe I should’ve seen a counsellor after what Lance did. However, I stupidly thought I could move on.
There’s a knock on my door.
“Go away!” I call. Though I don’t get listened too.
“It’s me and Toby,” Steph says as they enter.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” he asks, kneeling down on the floor in front of me.
“Was it because you were afraid Jacob and I would do something to make us lose our jobs?” I nod. “He deserves an ass-kicking, Aria. He fucking hurt you. Jacob is mad as fuck, mainly at himself, because he introduced you and thought Lance was a good guy. Now we know different.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, the tears flowing now.
“Listen to me. What he did is still called sexual assault. You didn’t have to go through it alone. We are here for you.”
“Toby, I don’t want to press charges, okay? I just want to move forward with my life, and I thought I was doing that with
Simon. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, and now we’ve had a fight and he doesn’t want me to tell him I’m in love with him.”
“If you’re this serious about Simon, I want to meet him. I want to make sure he’s treating you the way you deserve to be treated. And don’t panic, little sister. He probably is just as in love with you, but he’s just not ready to say it. Remember, he has a daughter.”
“You sound like Steph,” I say with a light smile.
“There’s what I wanted to see.” He runs his finger over my cheek. “I think you need to get some sort of counselling for your ordeal though. I’ll pay for them and be there in the room if you want. We’re all here for you, but, for God’s sake, make up with Simon.” He exits my room without another word, and I sit up, wrapping my arms around myself.
“Do you want the rest of your wine?” Steph asks.
“Yeah, and then I want to google counsellors and make up with Simon. Our fight was dumb. I should respect how he feels too.”
I pick up my phone and fire off a text.
Me: Hey, are you free tomorrow for us to talk? I want to apologise to you but don’t want to do it over the phone or via text.
Simon: Sure.
Me: Do you want to come here? Or me to come to you? Or somewhere in the middle?
Simon: May I come to you?
Me: Of course, though I don’t have a lot for Charlotte to do here.
Simon: Actually, Mel is having her for a few hours for me, so I can come over.
