“Explain,” I command.
“Have you ever had a girl tell you that before? That she didn’t know if she wanted you to fuck her or not?”
“Definitely not. Usually, when I find myself in this position, we’re past any barriers that might preclude sex. You want me to back the fuck up? Is that what you’re telling me?” I tease her with my tongue, licking at her lips, until I feel her shivering.
“I think what I’m telling you,” she says slowly, “is that I want you to make me want it.” She looks me in the eye, defiance plain as day staring out at me, and my dick throbs painfully. She must feel it as she slowly pumps my hard on. She squeezes slightly, smiling when I involuntarily thrust into her hand. Oh, she’s asking for all kinds of trouble.
“I can make you want it,” I say. “I can make you beg for it.”
Her smile spreads even wider. She reaches her other hand down and squeezes my balls. “I don’t know about that. Maybe it’ll be the other way around. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it. That’s probably never happened to you before, has it?” She doesn’t give me a chance to answer. She lets go and jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my torso, her arms around my neck. She kisses me ferociously, pressing her lips against my neck, biting my shoulders, clawing at my back.
“Where the hell is your bedroom?” she asks breathlessly.
I gather her beautiful long hair in my hand and wind it around my fist, gently tugging her head back, exposing her neck. “You want me to take you there, sweetheart?”
She pulls, trying to lift her head, but I don’t let her. If she seriously wants me to stop, she’ll let me know and I will. I’m not into doing things to girls against their will. I am into pushing their boundaries, though. I get the feeling Essie’s about to push a few of mine, so it’ll be a fair trade, anyway. She glares at me, fire sparking in her eyes.
“Yes,” she says firmly. “I want you to take me there.”
I can tell it costs her a lot to say that.
“Good girl, Ess.” I pepper her face with kisses, pulling her hair a little harder so she has no choice but to tip her head back all the way. She moans. The sound is so fucking hot. Honest to god, seventeen-year-old Aidan would have come in his pants if a girl made that sound in his ear. Thankfully, thirty-year-old Aidan has his shit locked down tight.
I let go of Essie’s hair so I can grab hold of her thighs. I lift her in one fluid motion and crush her to my body, then I’m tearing through the apartment, ripping open my bedroom door so hard that it smashes into the wall. The damn thing nearly comes off its hinges.
I place her down on the edge of the bed and then I forcefully make myself stand back a couple of feet, running my hands through my hair. I want to take her. I want to be inside her. I want to feel her pussy tightening around me, throbbing as I make her come hard all over my dick.
I know I have to tread carefully with her, though. If I make one wrong move, she’s going to run out of here like a bat out of hell. She already looks like a wild animal, hands behind her, propping her up, knees drawn up, legs crossed in front of her like she’s guarding herself from me. Her shoulders are hitching up and down, her gaze steady and unblinking. She looks feral. I know she wants me, though. She’s frustrated and angry right now; anyone can see that. She’s not angry at me, though. She’s angry with herself.
“Tell me,” I say.
“Tell you what?”
“You know what.” If she’s brave, she’ll just come out and say it. She’ll tell me that my brother ran hers off the road. I have no idea what brought her to my doorstep the other day, but I know her motives are messed up. They have to be. She shouldn’t be naked in front of me right now, and I shouldn’t have allowed things to get this far, but neither one of us have backed down. I’m insanely attracted to her. It’s fucked up, but I’ve felt this way for years. One way or another, she’s obviously been pre-occupied by me, too, otherwise she wouldn’t have sought me out. The smart thing to do would be ask her to leave. Get her a cab and send her on her way. But I can’t.
It seems she’s not ready to be honest with me, either. She slowly shakes her head, her eyes shining a little too brightly. She looks like she’s about to cry. “I can’t,” she whispers.
“You should.”
“Just shut the hell up and fuck me, Aidan,” she says, her words rushing together.
I drag my hands back through my hair, fighting with every ounce of common sense I posses. Eventually, I say, “I can not tie you up, and I can not make you do as you’re told, but I when I’m inside you, you have to let me fuck you properly, Ess. Are you ready for that? Can you let me?”
She looks at me for a long moment. She’s obviously thinking very hard. And then it’s like her whole body just relaxes. Her crossed legs drop to either side, her shoulders dropping from up around her ears. She takes a deep breath, leaning back a little. “Yes. Yes, I can.”
“Are you sure? Because the moment I suspect you don’t want this, it stops. I’m not that guy, Essie. I’m not into this if you’re not into it one hundred percent, too. I can make you feel so good. I can light your body on fire and turn you inside out, but only if you want me to.”
She sighs, her voice catching in her throat. She clears it, shooting me a daring glance. “I do. God knows I shouldn’t, but I do. I can’t seem to help myself. I—I didn’t expect this.” This seems like the first time she’s been honest with me since she walked into my office yesterday.
I don’t say anything in response. She’s practically admitting that there’s something else going on here, but it doesn’t seem all that important right now. She lets herself fall back on the bed. And then she does something that damn near blows my mind. She opens up her legs for me.
“Are you going to let me lick you, Essie?” I whisper. Women like her aren’t normally comfortable with a guy going down on them. Women who like power normally feel very vulnerable in that position. I’ve had to train a few of my past partners to be comfortable with me using my tongue on them. It takes a while sometimes for them to let go and just enjoy the ride. Well, not that long. I’m insanely good at giving head.
Essie sucks in a deep breath. “Will you make me come?” she asks quietly, lust thick in her voice.
“I promise.”
“Okay, then.”
I climb up onto the bed, feeling like a predator, seconds away from pouncing. There’s an element of truth in that. Essie doesn’t really stand a chance as I move in between her legs and take a moment to look at her. She’s staggering. “Your pussy is beautiful,” I tell her. “So fucking beautiful.” And it is. So pink and pretty. I can’t wait to taste her. She smells amazing. Sweet.
First, I trace my fingers through the folds of her flesh, shivering a little at how amazing she feels. “Ahhh, fuck, pretty girl. You want me bad, don’t you?” I have no doubt in my mind now that she wants this. None whatsoever. She’s so slick and wet, her pussy lips swollen. My fingers are literally covered in the evidence of her arousal. “Lie back, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” I tell her.
She lies back, breathing heavily. I start slowly, straining against the desire to bury my tongue in her and go crazy. It’s hard, but I manage it. She tastes so fucking good. There’s a trick to eating pussy. When I was a teenager, Alex spun me some shit about tracing the alphabet with your tongue. He said I was guaranteed to get a girl off if I did that. That’s bullshit, though. Ask any girl and she’ll tell you that technique will only piss her off. You’re better off not fucking around. The most important thing when you’re licking a girl’s pussy is to find that sweet spot—how she likes her clit stimulated—and then stick the hell with it. If you find that magical spot and you have her screaming Fuck yes! There! There! the last thing you should damn well do is move on with your mouth because you’re only on K and you need to get to Z.
Rookie error.
Each woman is different. I start out slow with Essie. I figure she’s going to be complicated, and she is. It takes me three full m
inutes to find her sweet spot. I only know I’ve found it from the way the muscles in her thighs tighten around my head. She’s determined not to clue me into the fact that what I’m doing feels good. After another few seconds, I feel a rush of wetness on my tongue, taste the sweetness of her in my mouth, and I know I’ve hit pay dirt. My dick grows even harder, the tip of it brushing against my belly, desperate to be put to good use. I’ll only sink myself inside her when she’s pleading with me, though. Until then, I can wait.
“Fuck,” Essie hisses. She digs her fingers into my bed sheets, her back arching away from the mattress. I take the opportunity to slide my hands under her ass, so I’m half cupping her ass cheeks, half massaging the base of her spine with my fingertips. Gives me great leverage so I can sink my tongue a little deeper inside her as I repeatedly sweep upwards as well.
“Oh my god…”
Without a shadow of a doubt, she’s going to come if I keep going. She’s railing against it, unwilling to give in, but every time I press the flat of my tongue against her, I can feel how hard and swollen her clit’s becoming. Now, it’s time to ramp things up. The next time I move my tongue over her, I pause over her clit, gently sucking.
“Ahh! Holy…what the fuck!” Essie bucks against my mouth, hips rising clear off the bed. I grip hold of her with both hands, not letting go, still sucking, still flicking my tongue over her clit. I’m careful. I don’t suck too hard, and I don’t use my tongue too quickly. Most guys massively underestimate how sensitive that little bundle of nerves is. You go too far and the pleasure a woman feels will quickly turn into over stimulation. It’ll feel uncomfortable. I know just how to fuck a girl with my mouth to make her feel good. And I’m about to make this girl explode.
She starts rocking against my mouth, finally letting go. She doesn’t have a choice. I time the next part down to the very last second. Just as she’s about to come, just as her legs are tightening around my head, just as she’s beginning to scream, I let go of her ass and I slide my index finger and middle finger inside her pussy.
“AIDAN!! OH MY GOD, DON’T STOP!”
Even when she’s screaming my name, I can tell this is a surprise to her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers in the most amazing way. She’s so fucking tight. I know, when I make her come with my dick in a moment, she’s going to milk me dry.
I stop flicking her and I leave my tongue pressed against her clit, enjoying the taste of her orgasm all over my mouth. Slowly, I pump her with my fingers as she rides out the waves of her climax. She’s fucking amazing. With her body locked out, head angled back, breasts pressing up in the air, she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I take my fingers away just as her body starts to tremble. She curls in on herself, shivering.
“Three minutes, Ess. I’ll give you three minutes and then I’m going to make you come again. Will you be ready?”
She looks up at me, a glazed, lethargic look on her face. She wears that just fucked look really damn well. “Will you be ready?” I repeat. I lean forward, placing my hands on either side of her head, holding myself over her. “Do you want me to make you feel like that again, pretty girl?”
She nods slowly, swallowing. “Yes.” I can barely hear her, but I can see the need on her face. I’m willing to bet this is the first time she’s felt like this. From what Arturo used to tell me, her sexual encounters have probably been fairly empty experiences. No one’s ever really taken care of her properly before. I’m glad the first time she is taken care of properly, it’s by me.
I lean down and brush my lips against her cheeks, against her forehead, her temple. She closes her eyes and sighs deeply. My cock is just about ready to blow up. I have to fuck her soon, but she needs this moment to process what just happened. Burying my dick in her straight away would be too much too soon. Instead, I lower my hips down so my erection is resting against her, so she can feel the length and the hardness, so she can get ready to receive it. More importantly, so she can want it.
The heat and wetness of her pussy is almost enough to drive me insane, but I hold back. Gradually, I begin to grind myself against her, waiting until I feel her hips respond, moving in rhythm with mine, before I push down harder.
“Oh, god…” Essie breathes this into my mouth, her eyes closed, hands moving up over my back, grasping hold of my shoulders. “Fuck, I need you,” she says softly.
“How badly?” I kiss her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She groans. She’s probably able to taste herself all over my mouth. The idea of that turns me on to the point of distraction.
“Just—please. Just do it. Just fuck me, Aidan. I need you inside me. Oh my god.”
I rock my hips back a little further this time, so that the tip of my cock presses against the opening of her pussy. She gasps, angling her hips, trying to push upward so I’ll slide inside of her. I manage to keep my head, though. I won’t fuck her without a condom. I’m not that fucking stupid.
I vault off the bed and find what I’m looking for in the nightstand beside my bed, rolling the condom onto my erect cock. Essie watches me with a look of doped ecstasy on her face. When I climb back onto the bed, she doesn’t let me tease her anymore. She takes hold of me and guides me inside of her, her muscles tensing, and I push all the way in. She inhales through her nose, eyes fluttering closed. I have to press my forehead against hers and take a moment myself. She feels so fucking good. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. I’m surprised. Even with a condom, for the first few seconds I feel like I’m on the brink of blowing my load.
I breathe through the moment, kissing and licking at her neck, palming her amazing breasts with one hand and then the next. It doesn’t help that I can feel her pussy tightening around my dick every few seconds, squeezing. Takes monumental fucking concentration to talk myself down from the ledge.
The moment eventually passes, though. Then, I know I’ve got this. I start to move slowly, rocking my hips against her, drawing myself almost fully out of her before sliding myself back in. It’s such an insane feeling. I know its driving Essie crazy, too. She digs her fingernails into the skin of my back so hard I hiss. She locks her legs around my waist, lifting her hips, and suddenly we’re in that amazing zone where I’m balls-deep inside her and everything just… fits. It’s incredible. Fuck. Too incredible.
I angle myself down a little, making sure I’m rubbing against her clit every time I push inside her. Essie pants, writhing against me, and I know I’m exactly where I need to be. She shakes, clinging hold of me, begging me not to stop.
I don’t. I lean back a little, trying to keep my weight off of her, but she wraps her arms around me, drawing me back down. Hell, if that’s what she wants, I’m more than happy to oblige. I gather her to me, lifting her a second so I can place my arms around her properly, and I hold onto her so tight, I know she has to be finding it hard to breathe. I’m finding it just as hard. Our mouths are on each other, tongues inside each other’s mouths, lips pressed against each other’s skin, her breathing oxygen into my lungs and me doing the same for her.
It’s not long before I can’t hold back anymore. The steady, patient rhythm I’ve been maintaining changes as I move against her more quickly.
“Fuck, Aidan. Oh, fuck, that’s going to make me come. You’re gonna make me come all over you,” she pants.
“You want to come, pretty girl? Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck.” She clings even tighter, her teeth digging into my shoulder, making me wince. The pain is good, though. She doesn’t know this about me yet, but that pain is enough to send me tumbling over the edge.
“Okay, beautiful,” I growl. “This is it.”
I slam myself home, grinding myself against her every time I pull out, and I can tell she’s seconds away from orgasm. I don’t hold back, because I’m right there with her. My balls feel like they’re on fire, like the skin around them is contracting tightly. The sensation’s enough to steal the air from my lungs.
When w
e come, we come together, and it’s insane. I don’t masturbate very often—a practice in self control—so when I come, it feels like my entire body is draining. I just keep going forever, and it feels fucking incredible.
Essie holds onto me and continues to bite down on my shoulder, screaming as her body convulses beautifully underneath me. Her eyes are clenched shut. I slow down, but still I push myself deep inside her, enjoying the look of pure bliss on her face.
She’s so magnificent like this.
She is so mine.
We fall asleep like that, with me still inside her and our bodies locked around one another, like we’re afraid to let go.
SIXTEEN
ESSIE
Sunlight pours in through the bedroom windows, burning through my closed eyelids. I groan, throwing my arm up over my face, trying unsuccessfully to block it out.
“Urgh… god.” I crack my eyes open, my brain barely working as I begin to piece together the events of last night. My heart stumbles in my chest when things begin snapping into place. Oh, no. Oh, fuck no. What the hell?
I have been asleep in Aidan Callahan’s arms.
His dark hair, usually swept back in some semblance or order, is ruffled and wild, sticking up in just about every single direction imaginable. His mouth…that insane mouth of his… oh god…his lips are slightly parted, displaying the smallest hint of white teeth beyond, and I have the craziest urge to lean forward and kiss him.
What the fuck?
This was not the plan. This was most definitely not the plan. As far as plan detours go, this is about as far off the map as you can get. I bite back the scream building inside my chest. The urge to do so hurts the back of my throat, reminding me just how much screaming I actually did last night.
Oh, boy. There’s no coming back from this. I feel so fucking stupid.
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