Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1)

by Kia Carrington-Russell

  “Well, dinner I can’t do. But how does an early coffee sound? I could probably do six on Monday morning?” She closed one eye, trying to see me properly under the glare of the sun.

  “Six sounds perfect,” I smiled charismatically. “I better leave you two, sorry about getting in your way.”

  “Not at all,” her friend purred as they walked past me. Jenniva smiled and grabbed my hand. She was now a step above me.

  “I’ll see you then, Hayden,” she said sweetly. She was such a good girl, next door type. She was one of the few women on my list who I could sit down with and have a lengthy intellectual conversations with about politics, global warming, and all that boring conversation that you could only converse over with a selected few.

  “Good job, Casanova,” Brandy said, patting me on my back when I returned. I withheld the wince. “Is she the one you are taking tonight to the charity ball thing, or is it that uptight model thing you usually carry around with you at those events?”

  I laughed at her description of Amy. “Her name is Amy, and yes, I am taking Amy,” I said. “My god, you can be such a bitch,” I laughed lightly. She flashed me a smile.

  “Thank you,” she said, taking a slurp of her soda. “Not every woman can pull it off as nicely as me.”

  Chapter Twenty

  I sat in the back of the leather limo, waiting for Amy. We had already been parked in her driveway for the past fifteen minutes. The driver and I continued to exchange annoyed glances. I had already called her to let her know we were here and she said she was on her way. I combed over my hair one more time and adjusted my white suit.

  Finally her front door opened and I stepped out in the cool air of the late afternoon to open the door for her.

  “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said with a smile. She kissed my cheek and ducked her head to sit in the limo. She did look ravishing tonight in a beautiful green backless dress. The white pearls I had bought for her birthday complemented the dress well. I sat beside her and let the limo driver know he was okay to now drive.

  “I am so excited for this party,” Amy beamed. “There will be sooo many known people there. I just can’t wait to mingle.”

  “We will be lucky if we make it in time for the actual auction,” I said with a charismatic smile. She shot me a sharp look. It instantly disappeared as I kissed her knuckles. “I’m kidding, baby girl.”

  “You look so fucking hot tonight. Like, you always look sexy but tonight you have really just…” Amy purred, still looking me up and down. “You are so sexy, Hayden. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you.”

  “You are most beautiful tonight, Amy,” I said and kissed her knuckles. She kissed my lips with a smile and then looked out the window.

  “There is a model that I heard is going tonight and he...” and so her chat began. I nodded and agreed with whatever she was saying. After a tiring twenty-minute drive, we arrived at the large home of John Farmer. Events like this made it easy to touch base with everyone and make sure that all my investments, players, and fellow friends in the same line of work were doing as well as I expected.

  There were only a few items for auction. None that I particularly wanted to bid on. Instead, like most of the other guests, I would simply donate a generous amount. It was for a good cause and one I didn’t mind supporting in the least.

  Amy and I made the rounds and greeted a few friends as Amy’s mouth kept going and going and going. Luckily for my own sanity, she found the model she was talking about and went on her merry way. Amy was beautiful and fun to be with, but as soon as that mouth started going, my god it never stopped.

  “She just doesn’t shut up, does she?” a familiar Swedish accent said as her small hand curled over my shoulder. I turned around to the pleasurable sight of Sarah in a pale yellow shimmering dress. Her bountiful chest drew my attention instantly because of the beautiful blue rock she had between her breasts. I sucked in a breath of admiration.

  “You look utterly stunning,” I said, kissing her palm.

  There was someone beside her. I hadn’t realised she was already with a man.

  “Hayden, I would like to introduce you to my uncle, Peter Arnish,” she said, businesslike. Her smirk told me she knew I was jealous. So much relief streamed through me as I noted he was only her uncle.

  “It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Arnish,” I said shaking his hand.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” the older man said with only a faint hint of an accent. He had probably been an American citizen for most of his life now. “Sarah told me you wanted to schedule a meeting to personally meet. I would be more than happy to do so.”

  “I would love that. Please call through to my personal assistant Monday morning and we can make an arrangement for something,” I smiled charismatically, unable to stop my eyes from peering over at Sarah who simply smiled at me.

  “Well, if you would excuse me for the time being, I must continue circulating. Would be so kind as to take my niece out for some fresh air? She has been complaining all night,” Peter said, shaking my hand again.

  “It would be my pleasure,” I said, holding out an arm for Sarah. She pushed her arm through mine. “Shall we?”

  We walked past the buffet table and up the gold-trimmed staircase. I had been here a few times now. I knew there was a private balcony on the second level. I led Sarah through the hall and the bathroom. She gave me an arched eyebrow, challenging me.

  “It’s just more private,” I said with a promising smile. I led her through the white marbled bathroom. I opened the double door, revealing the small balcony that overlooked the pool in the backyard. A few people were conversing down there. She leant over the railing, breathing in the fresh air.

  “It’s a beautiful night,” she said, sounding exhausted. “Do you know how much he has made me go round all sorts of people tonight? I’m absolutely frazzled,” she smiled over her shoulder.

  “Well, if there is anything I can do to help, please do let me know,” I said, walking beside her and leaning over the railing. She looked at my side profile for a moment before speaking.

  “You know, Hayden I do actually like you a lot. But I can tell you are a man who is well-liked,” she remarked. “Your giraffe that walks around with you, I’m almost insulted that she is considered my rival.”

  “She isn’t a giraffe,” I defended Amy, although amused by it. “I am looking for something real, to be honest. It’s just taking me a little longer than I thought, is all. I think I really like you as well,” I admitted honestly. But how many women had I said that too?

  “You know I am beginning to think that I might have to prove to you who is your better option. And let me assure you, I don’t do things half-assed,” she said smugly, an expression of mischief in her eyes.

  “I like the sounds of that very much.” The thought of all the ways she would be willing to prove that made me grow with anticipation.

  “There you are!” Amy said with a hint of anger in her tone. “Ah, with the Swedish Barbie.”

  “Swedish Barbie?” Sarah repeated with a shocked expression as Amy walked out onto the dark balcony. “You know, I was just saying to Hayden how much I hate having you as a rival for his attention. I also told him that I may have to prove to him which woman is best. You are not a worthy challenge to me. Maybe he thinks you are pretty,” she pouted, closing the small space between Amy and her. Amy wasn’t sure what she was doing, nor was I.

  Sarah caressed Amy’s cheek and looked back at me. “Do you like pretty, Hayden?” I looked between both her and Amy, uncertain if they were going to fight or kiss. “At the end of the day, I think we should consider which woman can please you the most.” Her eyes fixated on Amy curiously. “Have you ever been with another woman, darling?”

  A small smile curved at Amy’s lips and she pushed back Sarah’s golden curls. “If you think something small like this would make you look better, I am telling you now you are wrong. If I can please Hayden in any way, it is
this. I would do anything to please Hayden, especially to prove to him who can better treat him,” Amy swore.

  Sarah leant in and kissed Amy passionately, their tongues rolling in to one another as Amy firmly held onto the nape of Sarah’s neck. I stared in shock. They hate each other so much, yet they are setting out to prove to me who is better? What kind of logic is this?

  I couldn’t look away. These women were hot.

  “Are you willing to take risks, darling?” Sarah purred to Amy. “On a balcony at a work function? The effect it could have on all of our careers…” Sarah continued. She was daring Amy to forfeit.

  “It makes me even more excited,” Amy bit on the bottom of Sarah’s lip. Sarah smiled bitterly and began kissing Amy again. Both of them kissing so savagely that I thought their tongues were competing as well. Sarah reached her hand out behind her and offered it to me. I grabbed it, enticed by her as she pulled me in. My cock hardened as I watched them kiss one another. I was standing right next them as they began moaning as they kissed. Was this really about to happen?

  Amy’s hand firmed on my cock as she began rubbing me. They broke away from their kiss as Sarah held the back of my neck firmly and interlaced my tongue with hers. Amy continued stroking my size before undoing my zipper. I looked over the balcony, wondering if anyone could see.

  Sarah firmed her hand on my cheeks. “Don’t look away, you wouldn’t want to miss anything,” she said. Sarah kissed Amy, unzipping the back of her cocktail dress. Amy crept out of her dress, her beautiful green lace bra and underwear exposed.

  “You are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” Sarah said in that sexy Swedish accent of hers. Amy continued to kiss Sarah. She began to kiss down her neck and unzip her dress. My cock was throbbing hard, but I couldn’t move; I only wanted to watch. I was absolutely mesmerised as these beautiful women felt one another passionately under the moonlight.

  Sarah unclipped Amy’s bra, her nipples hard in the cool air. I gulped hard as Sarah slipped her fingers beneath Amy’s green lace underwear. Sarah’s dress wasn’t yet completely off and only the back of her dress was exposed. Sarah only toyed with Amy’s clit and they both looked up at me with a devilish smile.

  “Come and have a taste?” Sarah said, grabbing my hand and pulling me down on my knees beside them. I dropped to my knees instantly. “Tease her hard nipples,” Sarah ordered. She dipped two of her fingers into Amy. I leant down over Amy, so aroused, and not able to believe that this was happening. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking as she moaned louder. Amy nibbled on my neck and grabbed hard around my cock as she began stroking me and pumping me. I growled as I sucked on her nipple. Sarah smiled wickedly as she slipped three of her slender fingers into Amy. I couldn’t help but look at those almost exposed breasts of Sarah’s. I wanted to see her bountiful chest unbound.

  Sarah leant in, taking my mouth away from Amy’s nipple to kiss me. She removed her fingers, giving me a provocative look. “Would you be so kind as to undo my dress completely?”

  Amy adjusted herself on her knees and bowed down so her luscious lips were over my cock. I struggled to focus and keep my growl low as I concentrated on Sarah’s zipper. I pulled the yellow sleeves over her shoulder, kissing them gently. My cock was so hard from being sucked off by Amy’s luscious lips. Sarah stood, her perfect body glowing in the moon light. She looked over her shoulder at the small crowd that was below and unclipped her bra with a smile.

  “We better be quiet or we will have an audience,” she purred. Her black bra dropped to the ground, revealing her enormous breasts. The moon shone over them, highlighting their perfection. I thought at the sight I could cum.

  “Amy,” Sarah said, dropping to her knees. “Why don’t you warm Mr. Zilch’s lap?” Amy giggled and leant over my cock first to kiss Sarah. Amy pinched at her nipples and ran her hand down her body exploring the curves of her luscious body. Still erect and on my knees, Amy pushed me against the railing so I was sitting against it. She sat on my erection, swallowing it whole. She bounced a few times, exploring herself a little as she began moaning in pleasure.

  I had closed my eyes when the warmth of Sarah’s hand cupped my jaw, pulling it towards her direction. I looked at her, blinded by my pleasure. Now with my attention, she leant black and began swirling her fingers over her black lace panties, enticing me.

  “I believe I have been left unattended,” she purred. She grabbed my hand, leading it over her black lace with a wicked smile. My fingers dabbled over the whiskers of her pussy before slipping into her. She moaned, arching her neck back. My fingers tried to keep at the pace that Amy bounced on my cock. I was so turned on that I had forgotten Amy had to be quiet. I slipped my finger into her asshole and her moans became louder.

  “Ssshhh,” I whispered, trying to contain the noise. Amy shrieked as she came. I stopped myself from coming with her. She slipped off me, purring in pleasure as she crept over behind Sarah. From behind she began rubbing at Sarah’s tits and Sarah moaned louder. I slipped another finger into Sarah and enjoyed the sounds as she beckoned me to her. I prowled towards her, my cock so hot for her and Amy that I couldn’t contain my more animalistic side. Amy kissed down Sarah’s neck, complimenting her. Sarah’s eyes fixated on me with a very possessive glare. I pulled down her black lace and pulled her legs around my waist and lined my cock with her heat. Yea she was wet enough for me to pound the shit out of her.

  Amy kissed me, leaning over Sarah’s shoulder. As I kissed Amy I thrust myself into Sarah, her startled moan grabbing my full attention. Sarah was able to speak between every thrust I gave her. “Come, ah,” she moaned loudly again. “Amy, my dear, come here,” she tapped the ground next to her. Amy obliged and positioned herself onto all fours. Her beautiful wet pussy presenting itself in front of both Sarah and me. I sucked down hard on Sarah’s luxurious breasts. Sarah began fingering Amy as she engulfed my every thrust with her glorious pussy.

  “I can give you everything you ever wanted,” she promised in her Swedish accent. I thrust into her again, the jolt making her smile. She rolled her eyes in pleasure as I continued to pound into her. I wasn’t going to last much longer. I grunted, trying to hold off. Sarah’s moans became louder and my grunts began. God, I couldn’t keep this in for much longer.

  I looked around, having nowhere to blow.

  “Cum in me, Hayden, its fine,” Sarah said before a wave of moist heat swept through her and she arched into her orgasm. My cock tightened at her wetness and my cock began to pump into her. I held myself over her shoulder, my breaths heavy as I finished my load. After I had entirely blown into her she sheepishly smiled and nibbled at my ear.

  “That, my dear, is only a small taste of what I can offer you,” she said, kissing my collarbone.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Monday morning had an icy chill to it. My arms were still exhausted from yesterday. For the most part of the day I worked out, unable to get the images of the night before out of my mind. My time with Sarah and Amy was something most unexpected and Sarah had made her point very clear. She was sensual, smart, and beautiful, and she knew it.

  “Sorry I’m late,” Jenniva said, breaking into my daydream.

  “You’re early,” I said with a smile, opening the front door of the coffee shop. The two rows of flowers at the front of the store had a glaze of frost on them. Jenniva adjusted her scarf and walked in front. There were only a few others here so early. The shop had probably only just opened. Jenniva sat down at a booth and adjusted her bag. She grabbed the attention of the waiter behind the wooden bar.

  “Just two,” Jenniva raised two fingers. “Cappuccino, isn’t it?”

  “Thank you,” I said with a warm smile. “So, how have you been?”

  “Really good,” she tucked part of her hair behind her ear. “To be honest, I wanted to tell you something, which is why I organised this meeting. I know we’ve been seeing each other for a little under a year, but we both know it is nothing serious.” Her words felt like a jab to the chest.
I only smiled at her, trying to let it sweep over me. “I’ve actually started seeing somebody.”

  “Oh… that’s great. I’m really happy for you,” I said with a smile before thanking the waiter who brought our cappuccinos.

  “He’s studying to be a doctor. My parents love him,” she beamed with happiness.

  “I’m really happy for you,” I said again, realising that I was repeating the same words. I didn’t actually think I would be upset by hearing this, no matter how surprised I was by it. I had used this lie on many women before.

  “Hayden, you’re a great guy and everything. But I think you have to sort yourself out before you step into a serious relationship,” she said kindly.

  “Have you been psychologically evaluating me?” I asked with a smile. But her expression was both sheepish and deliberate as well. So she had done some sort of an evaluation on me. “Well I would love to hear it,” I said faint-heartedly.

  “You won’t get mad?” she whispered and searched around us to make sure not many could hear. As if in secrecy, I also looked around and gave her the ‘okay.’

  “I’m still studying, so I apologise if I got anything wrong,” she inhaled deeply and then continued. “I think you’re a great guy and you are very sensitive, which made me believe that you have had a woman complex from a young age. You love women’s attention and making them happy, which made me fall back to abandonment issues either from a close woman in a previous relationship or even further back, your mother. You’re respectful and gentle, however your obvious anger at times also led me to believe that you had an abusive parent. Probably father, because you are so delicate with women.” My heart froze as she continued. Did someone tell her all of this?

  “You seem like a guy who would be very good as a father or husband, but don’t stick with one women because you feel as if you might disappoint them, it is an insecurity thing. To the point you work out so much and care so much for both your looks and charisma because you doubt yourself and have low self-esteem. You’re fruitful in your career, and driven probably because you never had anyone acknowledge your achievement at a young age. Most people in such circumstances do nothing with their lives, but I believe that’s what drives you.” Her every word pierced me. “In short, I think that you are so charismatic towards women because you have never known love, and I believe most of it is probably from the childhood issues I mentioned.”