by Exley Avis
Aiden caught her wrist. “No. This is wrong. Stop before you do something you’ll regret.”
But what was there to regret about that beautiful cock of his, jutting thick and strong, and oh so temptingly beneath her hand? She licked her lips unconsciously and imagined the pleasures yet to come.
“I want you, Aiden,” she whispered, pressing herself closer until she felt his body heat through her robe. “Remember how good we were together? Let me make you feel that way again.”
Without giving him chance to resist, Erika freed herself and wrapped her fingers around Aiden’s hot, hard cock. His mouth might be saying no but this part of his body spoke a very different language and swelled against her palm.
“I won’t,” Aiden refused, catching her wrists again and holding them wide away from his body.
Erika ignored him. “Kiss me,” she demanded, knowing Aiden’s mind was already racing down the same road as hers. Passion exploded inside her and she pressed herself against his hot, naked body, biting and kissing wherever her lips fell. “Touch me.”
“No. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
But Erika knew exactly what she was doing and stripped off her robe. She made sure Aiden watched as she ran her hands over her breasts, her fingers lingering on her nipples which hardened and sent shards of pleasure down into her sex. Aiden looked away but she caught his chin and forced him to watch her hand travel down between her thighs where she found the folds of her sex hot, wet and desperate to be touched. She took Aiden’s hand and slid it between her legs, feeling his fingers exploring and stroking as his body eventually surrendered.
He kissed her so hard her mind went blank – tasting and seducing her with a ferocious passion that made her knees buckle, and she’d have fallen had he not held her tightly against him. One finger penetrated her, followed by a second, while his thumb pulsed against her clit, stroking her to the brink of orgasm.
“Screw me,” she breathed, grinding herself down onto his fingers and pulling his hips into her. “Take me to bed and screw me.”
“No!”
The command returned Aiden to his senses and he pushed Erika away. “I won’t do this. You’re not thinking straight. I don’t want you hating me for this.”
But he’d underestimated the power of her desire. Her need for him had taken her beyond reason, removing every inhibition in her quest for satisfaction and her body ached to be touched, kissed and penetrated by him.
The overpowering urge to satisfy herself with Aiden’s body took Erika’s gentle nature to a different place and she placed her hands in the centre of his chest, propelling him backward toward the open bedroom door.
“I want your body, not your conscience,” she flared. “You’ve slept your way across London – what’s one more conquest?”
“I can’t even remember their names.” Aiden closed his eyes and fought his arousal, refusing to give in to her, even though Erika’s hand now moved up and down his cock, pushing him toward the point of no return. “Those women meant nothing to me.”
“This means nothing to me either,” Erika told him. “I’ve had five years of long, lonely nights because of you and, if you don’t give me what I need, I’ll find someone else in this hotel who will. If it makes you feel any better, think of it as an act of mercy.”
To drive home her point, Erika clawed her nails down either side of his torso and Aiden writhed against her, still fighting his own desires but weakening with every touch. One final push unbalanced him onto the bed. Before he could react, Erika dropped to her knees and pushed apart his thighs to take his cock in her mouth where it leapt and swelled against her tongue.
Aiden gave up all pretence of resistance and grasped either side of her head, moaning in pleasure as Erika’s hot mouth took him to places no other woman ever had. The sight and caress of her silken hair across his thighs stripped him of all logic as every exquisite sensation collected in his groin. Unable to control himself, Aiden fell back onto the bed, surrendering completely to his building climax and thrusting up into Erika’s mouth in perfect unison with her tongue.
The urgent plunge of his cock in her mouth and a salty moistness told Erika Aiden was ready to come and she withdrew quickly, determined not to be robbed of the chance to have him thrusting hard inside her.
Her nipples chafed against the rough hair on his thighs, inflaming them to hardness and forcing out an ecstatic gasp. Aiden watched in fascination and reached to touch her but Erika pushed him down again on the bed and straddled him, continuing to pinch and tug at her breasts as he watched with hungry eyes.
Overpowered by desire, Aiden tried to roll on top of Erika but she was too quick for him and pinned his arms above his head. She swooped down for a kiss, penetrating his mouth with her tongue as one of her hands reached for his cock, now thick, heavy and straining for sex.
Carefully, Erika backed down toward Aiden’s shaft, clenching herself around the first inch of its tip as she kissed his neck and chest, still forcing his wrists down tightly onto the bed. His eyes closed as he tensed in ecstasy and arched his back, submitting completely to her.
“Fuck me,” he begged, thrusting up into her pussy as Erika slid down deeper onto him, inch by delicious inch, controlling him absolutely.
She exhaled slowly as Aiden split her wide. Her pussy engulfed him and she forced herself down onto his cock to take every last millimetre within her. Her shaved sex ground down onto his thick pubic hair, rasping her sore. Divine sensations burnt into her core and her climax rose to the brink.
Reaching round behind her, Erika grasped Aiden’s balls, pulling them sharply as she moved up and down, faster and faster. Her rough handling was all Aiden needed to tip him over into orgasm and he grasped her hips to ram himself harder up into her, groaning as he came.
Erika’s release came a second later. She plunged into the hottest, darkest, sweetest orgasm she’d ever experienced. Pleasure consumed every fibre, with her sex at the epicentre, sending a tsunami of fulfilment surging through her. She heard a voice, uttering the most lustful, indecent words and, as her orgasm waned, she realised it had been her own, demanding Aiden push himself harder and deeper into her.
Her orgasm ebbed and the muscles in her sex clenched frantically around Aiden’s shaft, still hard inside her. Exhausted, she fell forward, her hands either side of Aiden’s head, her breasts hanging tantalisingly in front of his mouth. Predictably, he raised his head to kiss them but Erika pulled away. This was about gratifying her pleasure, not his, and she’d decide whether or not he was allowed to touch her.
Slowly, she eased herself off him and, as she’d been longing to do, swept her tongue up from his navel to the hollow at the base of his throat. Aiden’s skin tasted salty and his chest still heaved with the exquisite pleasure Erika had played out across his body.
When she leaned in for one final kiss, he rose to meet her lips, all hesitation now gone as his mouth explored and devoured hers. His arms came up around Erika, pulling her down onto his chest, threatening to hold her prisoner in his bed for the rest of the morning, and the need to escape shot through her.
Seducing Aiden had had a purpose – guaranteeing his loyalty, satisfying her too long dormant needs, and revenge for the shameful way he had treated her five years ago by showing him what he’d thrown away.
On top of everything else, Erika couldn’t allow him to get under her skin for a second time and she mentally reduced their lovemaking to the basest possible level – an itch that had most definitely been scratched.
Disentangling their bodies, Erika stood up on shaky legs. She suddenly felt very naked and incredibly vulnerable, and went to retrieve her robe. When she returned, Aiden still lay flat on the bed, with his arms stretched up above his head and his breathing laboured, the perfect picture of a man who’d been taken to the frontiers of pleasure and abandoned in a state of sexual exhaustion.
“I’ll call you,” Erika said, sounding far more carefree than she felt; as if she seduced men
every day of the week and left their naked bodies behind her, drained and spent.
Aiden sat up with effort. “That’s it? You’ll call me?”
“What did you expect? Red roses and undying devotion?”
Without waiting for an answer, Erika let herself out of Aiden’s suite and ran along the landing in the direction of her own room, praying she didn’t bump into anyone on the way.
Her lips still tingled from kissing Aiden and her skin thrilled at the echo of his touch, the imprint of his hands on her breasts and thighs still vivid. Letting herself into her suite, she leaned back against the door, breathing as hard from the sex as from the run.
The hot, masculine scent of Aiden’s body lingered around her and the taste of him filled her mouth, hijacking her senses.
Seducing Aiden had been the most reckless, impulsive thing she’d ever done but every tingling, satisfied inch of her told her it hadn’t been a mistake. She closed her eyes, to replay the last half hour, unwilling to let it go a second before she had to. But one final, enduring image made her lips curve into a very satisfied smile.
Aiden Thirstan, naked beneath her, his hands pinned above his head and his eyes closed in ecstasy as she made him come so hard he forgot to breathe.
Chapter Four
Erika thought the best way to avoid both Aiden and Marty for the rest of the day was to spend it being pampered in the ladies-only section of the spa, giving her plenty of time to think – although she naturally found some thoughts more welcome than others.
In between the beauticians’ chatter, and stopping to sign autographs for fans, Erika found plenty of space to mentally replay every second of her seduction of Aiden a dozen times.
She couldn’t stop herself smiling every time she remembered a different touch, sensation or moment of pleasure that made her blush uncontrollably. The taste of salt on his skin as she’d run her tongue across his chest. His total submission when she’d taken him in her mouth. The feeling of completeness when she’d ground herself down onto him and brought them both to climax.
For five long years she’d told herself that Aiden’s body couldn’t be as hot, hard and sensual as she’d remembered, and that the heights of pleasure he’d taken her to had simply been a trick of her imagination.
Only now she knew that Aiden Thirstan in the flesh – as it were – was the sexiest, horniest man she’d ever known and, if anything, her fantasies had fallen short of reality.
And furthermore, she’d be a liar to say she wouldn’t jump into bed with him again, given half the chance.
Except next time, she’d perhaps let Aiden join in.
After all, if his body was even sexier than she’d remembered, it stood to reason that she’d perhaps forgotten some of his many bedroom skills. He’d once been able to bring her pleasure in a thousand different ways and turn every inch of her body into one erogenous zone.
It would be a shame not to refresh my memory, she thought.
When her fantasies threatened to get the better of her she closed the lid on them. Wasting her precious thought processes on x-rated images of Aiden wouldn’t help her solve the problem of Marty but strangely, here the decisions came much more easily.
The stark reality was that she needed to get out of the music industry before it killed her or, at best, wrecked her voice. In Los Angeles, dashing from one commitment to the next, she hadn’t had the time or the energy to do more than exist from day to day. However, thirty-six short hours in Yorkshire had been all she’d needed to clear her head, allowing her to take a step back and see she had to disentangle herself from Marty, no matter what it cost.
And she now knew it could cost her everything.
Panic tingled up her throat, catching her heart and making it beat faster. You’re thinking too far ahead, she told herself. Move slowly, start at the beginning and take it one step at a time. Get some advice first and then see where you stand.
This meant getting herself up to London without Marty smelling a rat and, as Aiden had pointed out, her appointment with the throat specialist gave her the perfect excuse. She stretched herself out on the beautician’s couch and closed her eyes as the beginnings of a plan began to emerge.
The following morning Erika gave Marty ample time to have breakfast and catch up with his calls to Los Angeles, before going to his suite around ten.
“I need to go to London earlier than I thought,” she announced as soon as he opened the door. “Can we leave first thing Monday?”
Whatever Marty had been expecting, it hadn’t been this and he couldn’t disguise his pleasure at the thought of leaving Yorkshire.
“Where’s the fire?” he asked. “Three days ago, it was the last place on earth you wanted to be.”
Erika walked into his living room where she grimaced at the mess of papers, clothes and half-eaten food strewn around the elegant suite. His bedroom looked even more untidy, with wet towels flung on the floor and his bed unmade, but she forced down her revulsion and pressed on.
“The problem with my throat is worse than ever.” She coughed weakly and sounded upset. “I need to see the doctor urgently.”
“How bad is it?”
“I struggled with my vocal exercises this morning. I’d hoped a few days’ rest might restore some of my missing range but it’s still compromised. And I’m having to work too hard to hold the top notes.”
“Which means?”
“This sore throat could be permanent damage, not just an infection. Here, feel. My larynx is swollen.”
She lifted her chin and invited Marty to touch her neck but he backed away, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her suspiciously. “Is this anything to do with Aiden Thirstan?”
“What? No!” Erika’s horrified reaction was entirely genuine as she asked herself how Marty could have got wind of Aiden’s suspicions so quickly. She steadied herself and tried to remain outwardly calm. “I swear it has nothing to do with him.”
“Only it’s strange that your ex-boyfriend turns up in this God-forsaken hole and five minutes later you want to head down to London.”
“I’ve told you, I have a throat problem. Aiden has nothing to do with this.”
“For all I know, you’ve started seeing him again,”
Relief at Marty’s mistake flooded through her and she relaxed enough to feign offence. “I’ve told you, I want nothing more to do with him. Not that I’d be able to meet him in secret with half of London’s paparazzi on my trail.” She waited for the truth of this to sink in. “Trust me, Marty. This isn’t a trick. I need to see a doctor if I’m to prevent serious damage to my voice.”
Marty stood before her, caught between relief at having an excuse to head down to the capital, but terrified that his main source of income was about to dry up. Money took priority and he snatched up the hotel phone to dial reception. “I’ll have a car here within the hour. We’ll be in London in time for dinner.”
“No!” This wasn’t at all how Erika intended it to go and she panicked. “There’s no point in me going today. The doctor can’t see me until six on Monday.”
“Three days! Does he know who you are?”
“He knows exactly who I am which is why he’s seeing me at the end of the day. He’s clearing his clinic before I arrive so there’s no chance of this getting out.”
Marty was all too aware of the potentially-disastrous effect this news could have on Erika’s future prospects – no record company would dare extend a contract, or sponsor a stadium tour, if its star had a career-threatening throat problem.
As a confirmed control freak, this took Marty beyond his sphere of influence and he cursed obscenely.
“We can still go today. The European promoters are desperate to talk to me about a tour and I can catch them over the weekend.”
“Then why not go on ahead?” Erika leapt upon this perfect excuse to get rid of Marty. “Sort out the hotel. See your people. Get back to civilisation.”
“I can’t leave you alone here.”
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sp; “Why not? I’m far less visible here than in London. Once I head south, I won’t be able to walk out of the front door.” When she saw this argument had no influence with Marty, she tried another tack, hating having to lie but telling herself it was justified. “The doctor said rest and fresh air are the best things possible for my throat. There’ll be precious little of either in London. I need to stay here but there’s no point in you hanging around.”
The temptation of being in London played out against the risks of leaving Erika alone, plunging Marty into an agony of indecision. But then he remembered something else and he shook his head, his expression telling Erika that she needed to be a great deal cleverer to catch him out.
“What about Aiden?”
“I told you, he’s checking out today.” Erika pulled a disgusted face as if the idea of Aiden Thirstan revolted her. “If you’re worried, stay with me until he’s gone. Or hire some extra security and post them outside my door. They’ll be doing me a favour if they can keep him away.”
Marty thought for a long moment, but then he made the fatal mistake of underestimating Erika and gave in. “I’ll make some calls. Line up a suite at The Savoy.”
“Two suites,” Erika corrected him as she swept her arm around the room. “I can’t live like this. I need my own place.”
She’d shared suites with him once too often and was glad of the excuse to snatch some privacy. After all, she could hardly make secret phone calls to Aiden with Marty the other side of the door.
“I’ll hook up with a couple of bodyguards too,” Marty went on, thinking out loud. “They’ll keep the paparazzi off our backs.”
And ensure I can’t breathe without someone watching, Erika thought but agreed to anything rather than set off any alarm bells in Marty’s head.
“I’ll have a car here for you first thing Monday,” Marty went on. “But you’ve got to promise not to leave the hotel.”
“I promise. The manager’s put a piano in one of the private dining rooms for me so I’ll spend the weekend working on some new material. I won’t set foot out of the door. I swear.”
