by Claire Adams
“I don’t understand why any of it is funny yet,” I said, still annoyed. “Enlighten me?”
“Okay, okay.” Nick sighed. “So Stacey and I were talking about it and she jokingly said ‘what’s next, we find out that Aria’s dad banked with South National before he went bankrupt?’ and we just laughed about it.”
“That is eerie,” I said with my mouth hanging open, and then burst out laughing myself. If this hadn’t been so utterly bizarre, perhaps I would have been really pissed. “My goodness, Stacey, you should become a fortune teller!”
“No,” she gasped. “It’s not like I was predicting this or would ever wish for something like this to happen to you. The reason I had even said it was because it seemed so absurdly far-fetched to be true.”
“It is. Too absurdly far-fetched to be true. And yet it’s true. If this wasn’t all happening to me, I wouldn’t believe it could happen to anyone in real life.”
“Are you okay though, Aria?” Stacey now looked serious, as though only just registering the full implications of what I had told them. “What are you going to do?”
“I am going to pay him back.” I shrugged. “Eventually.”
“Oh god, Aria. This is ridiculous! You shouldn’t have to. You’re not the one that lost him all that money!”
“He knows that. He is just angry right now and you can’t exactly blame him. I did for a bit but then I put myself in his shoes and it kind of makes sense why he is so frustrated, with the money he is paying for my mom and everything.”
“You are so mature about this, Aria,” Stacey said in amazement and looked at Nick. “If you ever made me pay you five hundred thousand dollars for something I didn’t do, I would dump your ass.”
“That is never going to be a problem since I doubt either one of us will have that kind of money any time soon. And if we do in the far, far future, it won’t matter cause it will be both our money since we’ll be marri—” he immediately stopped talking. His cheeks flushed hard. I turned to look at Stacey, who seemed to be about ready to pass out.
“So you guys ready for when I invite Zayden over for pizza?” I asked brightly, trying to change the subject and making a mental note to ask Nick if a proposal was coming up. It was essential that I helped him pick out a ring that Stacey would like or else she would never forgive me for not fulfilling my best friend duties.
Neither of them answered for a while, but Nick finally broke the silence. “I actually really am. Let’s see what the big deal about the dude is anyway!”
“You will soon enough.” I sighed, relieved that the awkward moment had passed. “For now I have to go to his house. He is helping me with my paper after much cajoling. He thinks he has made a career out of helping me out.” I rolled my eyes and walked towards my bedroom to gather my stuff. I was glad to be able to leave the two of them alone.
Chapter 7
Zayden
I was informed that Aria was waiting in my living room when I was still speaking to my mother on the phone, exasperated.
“Yes, I am fine,” I said for the thousandth time. “Of course I was hurt by what happened with Gina mom, but I’m trying hard to move on. If you keep calling me every day to remind me of this, I won’t get past it.”
“I’m sorry, Zay. I don’t mean to upset you further. I just, I worry about you sometimes,” she said, sounding dismayed. “And quite honestly, I am always just looking for an excuse to talk to you.”
I swore silently and clutched my palms tight. How long was this going to go on? When it was over, I also had Aria to deal with. While I was looking forward to seeing her – certain parts of her especially so – the last time we had been in each other’s company had not exactly been pleasant. I wasn’t very keen on picking up from there.
A sentimental speech from my mother was the worst possible preamble to the evening. It went on for another ten minutes before I could excuse myself, claiming an essential business contact was waiting for me outside. I did not dare mention Aria. My mother was not ready to hear that I had managed to fall for a young employee just yet. Not that she could complain at this point since she was convinced she had ruined the last woman in my life. Grinning at that thought, I finally stepped outside to find Aria sitting alone, cross-legged, on the sofa, wearing a bright blue and extremely low-cut dress and reading a magazine. The effect on me was instantaneous and I wondered why I hadn’t chosen to wear more comfortable pants knowing Aria would be showing up. There wouldn’t be enough room for all of me that got excited upon seeing her shimmering legs. I swallowed, ignoring the odd yet now familiar desire to lift up her skirt and devour her with my mouth. I simply coughed lightly to announce my presence.
She looked up at me innocently. “Hi,” she said and smiled brightly. “Thanks for agreeing to help me out with my paper. Especially under the given circumstances. Are you still feeling…unpleasant?”
I hardly caught on to what she was saying, as I was still mentally salivating at the thought of whatever was underneath her skirt.
“Zayden,” she whispered, looking at me pleased. “You’re ogling.”
“Am I now?” I asked in a barely audible whisper. “Sorry,” I said, not feeling sorry at all, rather wishing that I could take her clothes off with my eyes. I didn’t see how any work was going to get done unless I took care of my raging erection first. I suspected Aria had a different order of events in mind. I blinked hard in order to shake off whatever was boiling inside me. I tried looking to the side of her and said, “Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was asking if you were still…I don’t know… upset with me?”
“Aria, I was never upset with you, you understand that?” I sighed and sat as far away from her on the sofa as I could.
She snorted. “Right. You weren’t. And you sure as hell didn’t go completely batshit on me in your office earlier either. Or scowl at me until I promised to give you five hundred thousand dollars. That was all my imagination.”
And there we were. No matter how hard I had hoped that we would just simply ignore what had happened earlier, I knew Aria far too well to even momentarily consider she would just give me an easy pass for offending her so deeply. How else was I supposed to react to what I had heard?
“I was upset. Wouldn’t you be if you had overheard the conversation and you were in my place?” I demanded.
“Of course I would’ve. Your reaction was natural at first. I didn’t even blame you for storming out like that, did I? The only difference is, I would have given you a chance to tell me and explain yourself had we switched places. But I understand that you work differently than I do and that’s okay. It’s all okay, really Zayden. I am not upset with you and I will gladly pay you that money back. It’s good business practice, something I wish to employ myself going further in my career. So really, there was no reason to have been so hot-headed earlier and—”
“Can I fuck you?” I cut her off without thinking about what I was saying, unable to pay attention any longer. She stopped her sentence looking taken aback, opened her mouth and the closed it again. “Sorry.” I grinned, though I wasn’t sorry at all, and she wouldn’t be either after I was done with her. “It’s just that dress…it’s really bothering me…I just want to take it off over your head and fuck you right here.”
She blinked tightly as her cheeks flushed. Clearly, my words were having the right impact on her and her whole body was screaming for me to take her. But when she opened her eyes a few minutes later and heaved a deep sigh, her words were not what I had expected them to be.
“As much as the thought of you coming over here and you know…I have a deadline, remember?”
“Do you think either of us are equipped to use our brains right now without the…you know?” I asked in a very low voice and winked. I walked slowly over to her and leaned next to her. I whispered across her ear, touching it slightly with my lower lip, “Do you really want to do homework right now?”
She swallowed hard and I could see the back of
her neck shivering, as I casually ran my fingers over her dress around her mound, ignoring the throbbing in my own veins. Suddenly, she jerked upright, startling me into reality.
“Zayden!” She looked at me with her eyes twinkling. “My paper is due tomorrow! I came here because I need help.”
I grunted like someone had just taken away a piece of my favorite candy right when I was about to eat it. “What do I even get out of this?”
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said and removed her dress from over her head, revealing matching black lace underwear. I began touching her, but she used her hand to gesture me to stop. “I need five major bullet points for advocating fair trade as an alternative to free trade in developing countries. I already have a few written down here,” she said, producing a notepad from her purse that was lying on the couch. “They are not all solid and need to be perfected. I need your help particularly with researching live examples and case studies to back up every point. And we certainly need to add more main ideas because not all of mine are strong enough, which is also where you come in.”
The way she was speaking with so much confidence and well, command, made me momentarily forget about my sexual desires and look at her in complete awe. I had never gotten used to this aspect of being with Aria. She liked to take charge. I had never been one to take orders from anybody, let alone a twenty-year-old girl. But when she got that spark in her eyes and decided how things were simply going to go her way, no questions asked, I was at once exasperated and convinced that there was no woman better suited for me in the whole world.
I perused her bullet points, which seemed to me to be solid. Instead of interrupting her passionate instructions, I chose to smile and nod along. It seemed to be an appropriate response, considering she looked pleased.
“Now, on to where your reward lies in all of this,” she said, putting a hand on her right hip and pointing another towards my general direction. “Here is the deal. Every bullet point leads you one step further to getting to have you know what with me.” She grinned, looking mightily pleased with herself. “This is how it will go. For the first bullet point perfected, I take off the rest of my clothes for your ogling pleasures.”
“I’m not sure that will help my, uh, situation.” I pointed towards my crotch. “Hurt it, rather, and make it harder for me to concentrate on your bullet point.”
“Not if you want to finish the whole game. You have to force yourself to concentrate or you lose. For the second bullet point, I’ll sit on top of the table and let you watch me make myself come.”
Just hearing her say those words made my dick go out of control. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to actually experience it. “You’re making this so hard.”
“Pun intended?” She grinned. “Hard, yes, but fun?”
I sighed loudly. “Yes. Fun. In an extremely torturous kind of a way. Go on.”
“Third bullet point and you will receive the best blow job of your life. Plus, you can come all over my face.”
“If you keep talking like that,” I said, desire now driving me to the point of insanity. “Then I’ll have to forget all about your homework and take you right now.”
“That’s the idea, for you to want to do that!” she exclaimed charmingly. “That’s the challenge. If you can come up with great ideas under this kind of pressure – and I’m sure you can – then you will be rewarded. Because at the fourth bullet point, you can, ahem, recharge yourself, by going down on me.”
“That’s what I have wanted to do since I saw you in this living room. I can’t wait to taste you…”
Unconsciously, I was lightly rubbing my shaft, my brain unable to register much that was going on around me. She was right, controlling this was going to make it fun. I had to find a way to snap out of it long enough for my brain to work, one great idea at a time.
“You know what happens at the final bullet point. You can…how do you say it…oh yeah…fuck my brains out. Long and hard. But only if you make it through all five bullet points.”
“What about your case studies and examples?” I asked, trying to conceal the effect she had on me by mentioning me fucking her brains out. If she was set on playing this game, I had to be set on winning. After all that I had accomplished in my life, keeping my cool for another hour or so and generating some good ideas while my whole body refused my brain’s attempt to function should not be that hard.
“Once we have taken care of the framework, which is kind of the hardest part.” She made a dismissive hand wave. “Filling in the research will be a piece of cake and we have all night to do that. You will definitely deserve a reward for coming up with ideas under such pressure. That’s your answer to what is in it for you.” She grinned, leaving me more excited and sexually frustrated than I could remember being in the longest time, or ever.
The very first bullet point wasn’t that difficult to perfect. Sure, my brain was still fuzzy from looking at her exposed skin, particularly her breasts that seemed slightly too big for her lacy bra. But as long as I didn’t look at her, my brain worked. After the underwear came off, though, things started getting more and more difficult. Her pussy seemed to have been recently waxed clean, so that I could very easily see it wet and her nipples harden. While on one hand it was oddly satisfying to know that she was suffering as much as I was, on the other hand her body’s physical reactions, particularly her wet pussy, made it impossible for me to not think about sliding in through what was surely going to be a very smooth ride.
The hardest part – literally and otherwise – came after the second bullet point had been perfected. As promised, Aria sat on top on my glass table and spread her legs wide to put on a show. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, which was a good thing, but I couldn’t do anything about it for three more bullet points.
“You’re allowed to touch yourself too,” she said while messaging the insides of her thighs. “You can touch yourself as you watch; however, you just can’t make yourself come. Only because that’s my mouth’s job to do soon and that will force you to come up with a good third point at a faster pace.”
She cupped her entire pussy with her palm, rubbing it in circular motions and threw her head all the way back. She gasped lightly. Thoroughly glad to be granted permission to enjoy the show better, I let my own pants drop to the floor and began rubbing my shaft, watching her. Her middle finger was rubbing up and down her clitoris, as her other hand was spreading her pussy open as wide as it went. I rubbed myself faster and faster, as she was close to making herself come, but then stopped a couple of times for the fear of exploding. I would much rather that happen inside her tiny little mouth and all over her face. Then I would make her lick it, I thought and moaned.
Aria started massaging her breast with one of her hands and then slowly stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, letting out an audible gasp. Perhaps afraid of ending the show prematurely, she removed her finger and licked them seductively, causing me to almost come once again so I had to stop the rubbing entirely. Instead, I satisfied myself with thinking that the hardest part was soon going to be over and watched her fuck herself with her fingers until she came so hard she screamed.
“That was…quite a show,” I said, my dick pointing straight at her, rock hard.
“It felt as good as it looked,” she said after a few minutes and then eyed my dick. “We will take care of that shortly. One more idea, Zayden.”
It took me everything I had to look away from her and into the notebook. After a few difficult attempts, my brain finally worked and with great hardships we finally had a suitable third bullet point.
“I am going to fuck your mouth so hard,” I said longingly as she approached me and kneeled across from me. “You better brace yourself.”
As soon as she took me in her mouth, however, I was completely unable to speak. Or think. Or function in any way other than pulling her head harder and harder on to me and thrusting myself as deep into her throat as I could. It couldn’t have been longer t
han a few minutes when I exploded all over her face. She swallowed whatever was in her mouth immediately, without my asking.
“Lick whatever you can off your face,” I said triumphantly when I was able to speak again, feeling relieved and ecstatic. She did as I said and just watching her was enough to get me excited again right away.
The fourth bullet point, however, was much easier to tackle now that I had been satisfied. When it was over, I was delighted to have the opportunity to finally taste her sweet, wet pussy. Taking my time to torture her just as she had been torturing me all evening, I started from her inner thighs and spent an unreasonable amount of time licking them, while pinching her nipples with my hands. The effect was just as I had desired. She was so drenched that her drips were beginning to run down her thighs and into my mouth. She tasted sweet and perfect, it started getting difficult to not devour her, so I jumped face-first into her pussy and sucked on it as hard as I could. I licked her clit and fucked her with my tongue. She came even faster than I had, if that was even possible. She quivered and moaned my name.
Now that we had both been immensely pleased, the final bullet point took a mere few minutes to perfect and I was more than glad to feel the insides of her pussy once again. I threw her onto the sofa, her back facing me, then grabbed her breasts with my hands before entering her with fierce strength. She felt better than I remembered and I couldn’t help but move so fast that I was automatically sliding in and out of her pussy.
By the time it was over, both of our bodies temporarily stopped functioning.
Chapter 8
Aria
Today was the day! Zayden Sinclair was finally coming to my tiny little apartment to hang out with me and my roommates. The thought induced some panic of severe magnitude each time it crossed me. What if he hated it? What if he got super claustrophobic? My entire apartment, after all, was the size of his living room. Surely it would bother him more this time around because when he was here last time he had just hovered around terrorizing Nick. To spend an entire evening here was a different matter altogether.