“I’m going to make you cum again, even harder,” he says.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I say, thanks to the liquid courage.
“Both,” he says as he pushes his finger to my clit. My eyes roll back quickly followed by my head. I’m flat on my back moaning.
His fingers slide back and forth and in and out of me over and over again as his thumb runs circles over my clit. I feel my wetness beneath me just as my hips thrust forward into his hand.
“Please,” I say, with what little breath I have.
“Please what?” he says increasing his speed.
“Your cock. Give me your cock.” I lean forward onto my forearms again. He can see I won’t take no for an answer, but he gives it to me anyways. His hands shoot to my hips flipping me over onto my stomach. I feel his weight leave the bed and then I feel what I came for. His cock slides into me so slowly I can feel myself stretching. He’s too big but he’s working me open. I bury my face in the pillow, causing the blood to rush to my head. He’s got me horizontal again, and he’s driving me like a human chariot. I come up on my forearms as my body lurches forward and back.
“Damn, girl. You’re so tight I could cum right now.”
With each thrust forward I push back, his thrusts slowly working deeper and deeper. I can feel every inch of him sliding along my inner walls. I can’t believe he’s not going faster, getting what he needs and satisfying me later. It’s not that he hasn’t given it to me already, but he’s determined to give it to me even more.
His depth slowly increases with each tantalizing insertion of his cock. Then he surprises me again. He pulls back until he’s just out of me. His cock flexes, gliding over the top of each and every nerve ending in my lips. I moan and he slides right back in, pushing even slower than before.
And just as I’m about to demand he thrust harder I feel his cock slide deep as he steps onto the bed and onto his knees. He rotates me onto my back, his cock still inside, and places his hands palms down on the bed next to each side of my head.
“I want to see your face when I make you cum.” He thrusts in and my hands reach for his hips. I’m trying to pull him into me faster and deeper, but he’s too strong. He’s in control of the speed and the depth, and he’s in control of me.
His hand reaches up and he runs a finger over my lips before sliding it inside my mouth. I suck it immediately and I feel his thrust deepen. I breathe out hard on his finger. He slides in a second and my hands reach to his wrist as I suck off his fingers. He pulls his hand from my mouth and runs it down to my throat, applying a light pressure.
“Choke me,” I say, thinking I know what I’m getting myself into.
He leans forward onto his forearms and slides two fingers from his other hand back into my mouth as he continues to apply pressure to my neck. He slides his fingers out and a second later I feel them at the entrance of my ass.
“You’ve got a lot to learn,” he says as his finger slides in where a finger has never gone before. The shock of horror turns to a warm feeling of comfort. I scream as best I can and feel his hips roll deeper into mine. My head turns sideways and I feel my wetness slide down my legs and onto his cock. This time my pussy has something to grab ahold of as it clenches for dear life. My head tries to shoot up but his grip is too strong. My eyes open wide and there he is, staring right back at me.
He picks up speed and I can feel him against my cervix. I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt before. His grip on my neck loosens as my screams grow louder just as he explodes inside me. I watch as every muscle in his body flexes and a deep sound escapes him. My vision goes blurry and I realize my life has just changed forever.
CHAPTER 6
Ryker
I hear a knock at the door. I squint through one eye looking for the clock. It’s nowhere to be seen like most of the rest of the things in the room. I had her bouncing off the walls last night and this is what the morning after carnage looks like.
I look down and she’s sleeping peacefully, her head tucked up into the crook in between my arm and my chest. I don’t expect her to wake up anytime soon.
The knock continues, this time harder and louder. “Mr. Bell, sorry to disturb you. Are you in there, sir?”
She rolls over and lets out a breath before looking up at me and smiling.
“One second, sweetheart,” I say.
I wrap a towel around myself and head to the door.
“Sir, sorry to disturb you.”
I say nothing.
“This weekend’s program has been officially cancelled. Nearly all of the participants couldn’t make it due to their flights being cancelled.”
I rub my forehead with the back of my forearm. “Did anyone make it?”
“Only the flights that landed yesterday. Just you and a handful of students.”
“What about the other students?”
“The ones I was able to get in touch with headed out to explore the city. There is just one student left who we haven’t been able to track down.”
“Okay,” I say.
“If you see her, please let us know.”
“Will do.”
“Her name is Miss Aria Miller.”
“Okay,” I say. “She’ll turn up soon.”
I shut the door and hear him pounding on Aria’s door. I turn back into the room to see Aria trying to slide into her pants.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Better to give him a call so he can stop looking.”
“Not right now. The last thing your father needs, or deserves, is to find out about us from a tabloid.”
“A tabloid?”
“Yeah. Hotel staff tip those guys off all the time. I’m sure he followed us from the bar yesterday. They probably have somebody outside, if not inside posing as a guest.”
“Are they really that relentless?”
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Well then what will we do?”
“I can think of more than a few things.”
“You’re ready already?”
“For you. Always.”
Aria sat down on the edge of the bed. “What did we do?”
I walk over to hear, kneeling in front of her. “Don’t you dare feel bad about what happened last night,” I say, taking her hand in mine.
“I don’t,” she says.
“Good. You shouldn’t and neither should I.”
I reach down and lift up her chin. She’s smiling now. I know she’s not regretting anything, but still not one hundred percent at peace with how this is going to work out with her family.
“Thanks,” she says.
“Hungry?” I ask
“Starving,” she says.
I order room service and in the meantime I take her key card and slide into her room undetected. We’ve lucked out and I open the doors that connect our rooms from the inside so we can move back and forth freely. She calls in here whereabouts from her room and soon we’re chowing down on a huge breakfast buffet in bed.
We’re talking about aircraft as we eat. It would be the strangest breakfast in bed conversation in the world to anyone but us. I can’t tell who’s more into it. I talking physics and she’s asking intelligent question after intelligent question, even offering suggestions from time to time. I’m just as turned on right now at her brain as I have been this whole time by her body. Her curves are going to be the end of me, but her brain is going to take down entire hypotheses. She’ll improve on what I, and the industry, have already done. She’ll take it to the next level. She’s that gifted.
In between rocket propulsion and aerodynamic drag I pour her a glass of orange juice. And sometime after that it hits me how truly special this morning really is. This isn’t just a once-in-a-lifetime girl for any guy lucky enough to have her, she’s literally the perfect girl for me.
She seems to sense the feeling too as she leans in for a kiss. It’s tender and she snuggles next to me right after.
“This is am
azing,” she says. “Thank you.”
“I agree. It’s just as perfect for me too.”
“This feels so unbelievably perfect,” she says. “Spending time with you is like the perfect day at the beach. It’s effortless.”
I lean away from her and wait for her response. She quickly looks up at me. “It’s not effortless yet.”
“Why not?”
“Your dad. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m an adult now.”
“It does matter. My relationship with him is important, and without him there’s no you, no us,” I say.
“But I can make my own decisions now.”
“I realize that and respect that, but Aria…I’ve got over twenty years on you.”
“So what? It’s not like I’m underage. You didn’t even meet me until I was eighteen, and I’m twenty-one now. There’s nothing wrong with it. And most importantly it’s what I want. It’s what I’ve fantasized about each and every day for three entire years. Do you know how long that is? And now that I’m with you there’s no way I’ll ever let you get away.” She leans back in and wraps her arms around me. Her hands can’t make it all the way around me so she gives me a quick nipple twist and darts under the covers, laughing. I pull her out from underneath and give her a kiss on the forehead.
“I’m not trying to get away, and I’m not going to let you get away from me either.” She hugs me again and I feel her naked chest pressed against mine. She still has her pants on and all I can think about is getting them off.
“You say you’ve been fantasizing about me for three years. What kind of fantasies are we talking about?”
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. I can read her. It’s not that she doesn’t trust me enough to tell me, it’s that she’s thinking of which ones to tell me first.
“I imagine you fucking me with your flight suit on. Unzipping that long zipper in the front and being completely naked underneath. Naked and hard for me.”
“What else?” I ask.
“I’ve thought about sucking your cock and then you pull out and cum all over my face.”
“What else?”
“About twenty or thirty different positions that I’ve imagined. Positions you could do because of your size and strength. Positions where I’m like a rag doll and you just take me, penetrating me hard and deep in so many different angles and in so many places. Hot sex in public and deep passionate moments in the bedroom. I’ve imagined it all.”
“Anything else?”
“A lot of dirty things.”
“Such as?”
“Your cock in my ass.”
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Only for you.”
“Only for me, now, or only ever for me?” Her expression changes to shyness and embarrassment. “It’s okay. You can tell me. I want to hear.”
“Last night was my first time.”
“Did you plan it that way?”
“Yes, I’ve been saving myself for you. Hoping you’d want what I have to offer.”
“Oh, I want it all right. I want it in more ways than you can imagine.” She smiles at my approving comments.
“But now that I’ve tried it, I want to try all the other things I’ve been thinking about.”
“You want to get dirty, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re my dirty girl. My little whore, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But only for me.”
“Only for you.”
She was about to be mine in more ways than she could imagine.
“Well then, let me show you a few things…and see how dirty you can be.”
CHAPTER 7
Aria
E ven if I hadn’t called the front desk, they never would have found me. For the next three hours I was totally lost. I was on my back, upside down, and in so many positions I lost count. And not only did Ryker make my fantasies come true, he showed me things I couldn’t even imagine. He came in my face and told me to lick it up. I missed a spot and he threw me over his knee and spanked me. Once my ass was hot and red, he slid his cock in and blew his load inside me. And that was just the warm up.
He’s got me face down in the bed. I’m screaming into pillows as he’s fucking me so deep I’m dizzy. I scream so hard my throat hurts and when I tell him, he orders me to lubricate it with more of his cum.
Hours later I’m a wet, completely worn out mess. I’m on the bed on my back and all I can think of is how exhausted I am. I’m not sure if I should thank him or tell him to continue. One thing’s for sure. I’ll never be the same again.
We fall asleep for a couple hours and the next thing I know I hear the shower running.
“Your turn,” he says. “Time for my dirty little whore to get clean again.”
“Just so you can make me filthy all over again,” I say.
“Just how we like it,” he says. And damn is he right. I sure got a late start in the romance department, but suddenly I’ve gone from zero to sexcapades, thanks to him.
We get cleaned up and head out. He tells me he has a surprise planned and he’s not kidding. In the cab we’re talking about everything from sex to aerodynamics. Are we ever geeks.
I don’t know my way around San Diego, but I recognize where we are when the cab stops. The USS Midway Museum. TripAdvisor had it ranked as the number one thing to do in San Diego and I was hoping I’d have some free time to check it out. Not only was I checking it out now, I was going to have an expert guide with me the entire time.
It might sound crazy, but all the phallic shapes of the airplanes had me turned on all over again. We were trying to keep our hands off each other, but doing a lousy job of it.
My phone rings in my pocket and I pull it out. “Awkward,” I say.
“Parents?”
“Mom.” I take the call and my mom’s trying to stay calm, but I can see she’s not. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you. Are you okay?”
“Yes, mom. Plane landed okay. I told you.”
“But, honey, we saw the class is cancelled. What are you going to do now?”
“I’m keeping busy,” I say as I look up at Ryker. He flashes me one of his sexy smirks and I try not to laugh or jump on top of him.
“Did Ryker come?”
“Yes, mom. Ryker came.” Ryker hears me and his smirk turns into an actual smile. The first full smile I’ve ever seen from him. I know he has a sense of humor, but it’s still nice to see him let loose. His smile is beautiful.
“Maybe he can show you around? He knows the area really well.”
“That’s a good idea,” I say. I know Ryker wants to be in charge, and I’m happy to defer to him. I’ll let him decide how and where to tell my parents about what’s happening between us. No need to drop too many clues.
“Well, I hope you have enough to do now that everything’s cancelled.”
“Plenty, mom.”
“Okay, that’s good to hear. Please call us and let us know how things are going.”
“I will.”
“And try and track down Ryker. He can show you some things.”
He sure as hell already did, mom.
“Okay, he shouldn’t be hard to find. He is tall and pretty popular,” I say. Ryker gives me a fake pinch in the side.
“And very handsome,” my mom says. I’m not expecting that. It’s obvious, but why did she just put it out there like that?
“If you say so. Call you later.”
We exchange I love you’s and I end the call. Ryker’s having a field day at all the innuendos.
“Looks like your mom is insisting I keep you busy. Show you some things.”
“And you know I always do what my parents tell me.”
“That’s because for them you’re a good girl, but for me you’re a very, very bad girl.”
“The worst,” I say.
Ryker slaps my ass hard and I’m
hungry for him again. He motions with his head towards an empty plane which visitors can crawl inside of.
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