Untouched (The Untouched Trilogy Book 1)

by Lilly Wilde

  *Make a right near the restroom and go down the hall to the third door on the left. We can have our drinks here in private.*

  He was so odd at times I thought, as I followed his directions to the room. I looked behind me before reaching for the doorknob. The hallway was empty. I opened the door and walked in; he was standing near a desk in the center of the room with his phone in his hand.

  “Lock the door,” he said.

  I turned to lock the door and there was another ping of my phone.

  “Check your text Aria.”

  I looked at him questioning his demand.

  “Do it.”

  I opened my purse and pulled out my phone.

  *You said you were open to suggestions. I have only one. Suck me off.*

  Although we had engaged in several sexual encounters, I had yet to give him a blowjob. I looked up at him standing before me looking very much the hot alpha male that he was and I was immediately hot for him. Anxious to do anything to please him. I walked towards him and without breaking eye contact, dropped to my knees. His erection, evident in his pants, caused Virginia to clench so tight that I moaned.

  I reached for his zipper and quickly pulled it down to release his beautiful cock from the constricting material. It sprang forth as anxious for my mouth as I was to place it there. I inhaled deeply, his unique scent intoxicating me. I looked at the plush head and remembered how it teased my sex; now I had the chance to tease it in return. I skimmed my thumb over the tip and felt moisture. I kissed the thick head and fluttered my tongue around and in the opening. I heard his sharp intake of breathe. I slid my tongue along the length of his hardness, feeling the protrusion of veins through his skin. I slowly took him into my mouth. Easing toward the root of his cock as my mouth expanded fervently taking him in. Hollowing my cheeks, I quickened my pace, sucking harder, knowing we only had a few moments and I wanted him to have what he aimed for, a release. A low growl reverberated in his chest as he placed his hands on the back of my head prodding me to suck faster.

  “Oh fuck. Don’t stop,” he murmured. I reached for his balls and softly massaged them as I continued to suck his overly substantial shaft. “Suck it harder,” he ordered and I eagerly complied. “Ah…shhhh. Just like that,” he replied, his voice raspy as he started thrusting. His cock was pulsing within moments of his urging the tip of his tool to the back of my throat, signaling that he was about to explode. I prepared myself as he hardened more. Thick hot cum erupted, filling my mouth. I swallowed, nearly choking as a second helping burst forth. Unable to swallow it quickly enough, some oozed out of the corner of my mouth. I pulled back and licked my tongue along the edge of my lips to capture what had escaped. I looked at him as I licked the other side of my mouth. His heated glaze indicated he wanted to fuck me into oblivion.

  “Stand up,” he said gruffly.

  He positioned me in front of the desk and turned me around.

  “Bend over.”

  I did as he told me and he lifted my dress.

  “Damn. I love your ass baby. Do you know that?”

  He rubbed his finger between my thighs. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  The next sounds were of my panties ripping followed by his dick slapping hard against my ass.

  He filled me with the first thrust. He was just as I’d expected, hard and rough.

  I cried out and he reached up to place his hand over my mouth. I panted heavily as he pounded into me over and over and over.

  “You feel so good Aria. So tight.”

  I was about to cum and he obviously felt it. “Wait for me.”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wait for him? How the fuck was I going to do that with him fucking me like this? I tried not to cum but it just felt too fucking good. I was almost there.

  I shook my head signifying he needed to move his hand.

  “I’m about to cum Aiden.”

  “I’m right there with you. Cum for me baby” With that, my pussy quaked as I bit my lip muffling my screams of pleasure. Aiden growled as he filled me with yet another hot release of his thick cream. He grunted as he pulled out of me. I stood and turned to face him. He reached in his jacket and passed me a handkerchief which I used to clean myself as much as possible. I would need to go to the ladies room. How can anyone cum as often and as much as this man? I looked up and saw him watching me as he also put himself back together. Damn he looked so fucking hot. It was the ‘I just fucked you look’. I could never tire of him fucking me.

  “What are you looking for?” he asked.

  “My panties,” I replied.

  “Oh,” he said looking almost apologetic as he turned to help me find them.

  “Sorry,” he said as he passed them to me.

  “Why do I not believe you?”

  “Here, drink this,” he passed a drink to me, which I sipped. He on the other hand gulped his.

  “We need to get back,” he said.

  “I know but I really need to get to the ladies room.”

  “There’s one over here.” He pointed to a door in the corner of the room.

  I rushed over and cleaned up. I touched up my makeup and replaced the falling strands of hair with a bobby pin from my clutch. Satisfied with my appearance, I turned off the light and walked out to see Aiden standing near the door waiting for me – a smile forming on his handsome face.

  “What?”

  “You look amazing. You would never know you were just fucked.”

  “I could say the same of you man-whore.”

  He burst into laughter as did I. We walked out of the room, down the hall and hurried back to our seats.

  We barely made it. Intermission was ending. The lights briefly dimmed again as the warning chime sounded. We were the last ones on our row to get back to our seats. As we passed by the others, I smiled to myself wondering if we smelled of sex and what they would think of us if they only knew why we were late returning.

  I saw Aiden touch his nose and smile a few times. What the hell was that about?

  “Am I missing something? What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Smelling your pussy.”

  My mouth opened involuntarily. I quickly closed it, biting my lip. I was then, of course, both distracted and turned on by his pronouncement.

  “How does it smell?” I whispered.

  “Delicious,” he replied, staring down at me. Oh fuck, that’s hot! I could literally cum just from looking at this man. The way he looked at me when he said shit like this could be bottled and sold. Virginia throbbed anxious to give him more than just a whiff; the image of his head between my thighs…licking and sucking until I exploded in his mouth. I turned away and looked straight ahead - a futile endeavor seeing as I found myself unable to focus. He placed his hand on my thigh. I didn’t respond. I continued looking ahead eventually fascinated by the beautiful scene on stage.

  What an incredible performance it was; we continued applauding after the curtain closed. During the curtain call when Allison appeared, Aiden whistled and I looked up at him and smiled. I loved seeing how much he loved his sister. I thought of my sisters and how I should be there supporting them just as Aiden was doing for his sister.

  Once the house lights came up we prepared to go. “I want to go backstage to congratulate Allison,” he stated as we walked out into the crowd.

  Once backstage awaiting Allison's emergence from the dressing room, an older couple approached us.

  “Hello Aiden. How are you?” The silver-haired man asked.

  “Allen, I’m well.”

  “Did you enjoy the ballet?” The woman asked.

  “Yes, I did enjoy it. Immensely. Allison never ceases to amaze me; she’s a remarkable dancer.” Aiden replied reaching out to shake Allen’s hand and then to the woman, who came in for a hug, which is when I caught her eye.

  “I would like you to meet Aria Cason. Aria these are Allen and Michelle Lane.”

  “It's nice to meet you Aria,” Allen stated as his eyes focused on my cleavage.
r />   “Yes, it's nice to meet you,” Michelle replied with a tart smile. This couple reminded me of Aiden's parents. Prudish. At that moment, Allison's dressing room door opened and her face lit up as soon as she spotted her brother. She then noticed me and her smile widened.

  “Aria, you came!” she exclaimed as she rushed over to hug me. Her excitement took me by surprise as it obviously did Aiden, I noted as I took in his shocked expression.

  “Excuse me for a moment,” Aiden stated and walked toward one of the backstage attendants. Allison turned to greet Allen and Michelle.

  “Did your parents fly in for the ballet?” Michelle asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “We sure did and she was magnificent,” answered a voice from behind us. Allison and I turned to see her parents had joined us.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  “Mommy, you actually came? And you were able to drag Daddy from behind his desk! My night could not be more perfect,” Allison exclaimed, embracing them both.

  “Allison is performing next week at the New York Lincoln Center and we won’t be able to attend so we thought we’d surprise her tonight,” Sienna said.

  “Well this is unexpected,” Aiden stated, returning to the group with a beautiful bouquet of peach roses, golden yellow calla lilies and orange oriental lilies. “These are for our graceful and talented ballerina.”

  “Thank you Aiden, they are absolutely beautiful,” Allison said, hugging her brother.

  “Don't you have a hug for your mother, Aiden?” Sienna asked.

  “Of course Mother. Don't be dramatic,” Aiden stated as he embraced his mother. He leaned in for her to kiss his cheek and I could see from her brief appraisal of her son that she adored him.

  Aiden's mother gifted me a forced smile as she assessed my appearance. I saw the judgment in her eyes and the appreciation in his father's as they glimpsed the top of my gown. I sensed neither of them approved and I easily discerned that Aiden was aware of their opinions.

  “Mother, Father…you remember Aria Cason,” Aiden offered.

  “Why, yes. How lovely to see you again dear,” his mother said, as she glanced from me to Michelle sending a mental message that Michelle apparently understood because she walked over and asked Sienna to speak with her privately.

  “Of course, Miss Cason, with Raine Publishing, right?” Connor asked.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Are you familiar with the company?” I asked.

  “One could say that. It's definitely on my radar.” Connor reached out to shake my hand as he tossed a warning glance at Aiden. What was it with this family and the mental messages? It wasn’t as if others couldn’t determine something was going on.

  Aiden sighed, exasperated.

  “To what do we owe the pleasure of your very unexpected visit?” Aiden asked, annoyed.

  “We weren't sure that we’d be able to attend due to various commitments but we moved some things around. It's a good thing we did,” his mother replied, glancing toward me as she and Michelle joined us.

  Aiden looked at me. “I didn't expect my parents would be here. If I had, I wouldn't have asked you to accompany me.”

  Well that hurt. Am I not worthy to be in the presence of his stuck up assed parents?

  “Aria, forgive me. That didn't come out right,” he said.

  “You think?” I asked.

  “Excuse us,” Aiden said and led me away from the group.

  “I told you I've never had to deal with situations like this and it's uncomfortable for all of us.”

  “But why? We're on a date. What's the big deal?”

  “It's complicated. We can talk about it later,” he replied, dismissing me.

  I looked over at them and saw Michelle and Sienna looking as though they had swallowed two canaries each.

  “What do you say we all go back to the penthouse for a nightcap?” Sienna suggested.

  No. I did not want to be around these people any longer than the time we spent backstage which at this point was too fucking much.

  “Aria and I had plans but by all means the penthouse is all yours… literally,” Aiden said.

  “Can't you both join us Aiden? I would like to get better acquainted with Aria.”

  “And why is that Mother?” Aiden snapped.

  “Aiden don't be rude to your mother,” Connor reprimanded.

  “Actually, I'd promised Aiden and Aria they could attend the small celebration with the other dancers. I was really looking forward to that Mommy,” Allison lied, attempting to eradicate the awkwardness. And it really was awkward. What the fuck?

  “We're only here until tomorrow afternoon Allie and your mother and I would like to spend some time with our wayward children,” Connor said, jokingly.

  Allison looked apologetically at Aiden.

  “It's fine Aiden. I can catch a cab. You should spend time with your family,” I whispered to him.

  “No,” he replied angrily. “We'll join everyone for one drink and go to the party directly afterwards,” Aiden added, looking at Allison for collaboration.

  “That sounds perfect. Excuse me for just a moment. I need to say goodbye to some people,” Allison stated as she wondered off.

  Aiden quickly assessed my demeanor and grabbed my hand. We waited in silence as his parents and their friends engrossed themselves in conversation. I would have preferred to end this night right here and go home but I knew it would be difficult to get Aiden to agree. Aiden stared straight ahead, irritated. I pulled my hand, attempting to free it from his but he only held it tighter. What the hell was going on?

  Allison returned within a few minutes and we headed towards the exit. Outside, the driver stood near the limo. Connor suggested we all ride together, a suggestion to which Aiden vehemently rejected. Allison agreed to go with her parents affording us some time alone. Once in the limo, Aiden poured a drink for himself which he quickly drank and poured a second. He placed the empty glass on the bar and looked at me, heat radiating from his fluid green eyes. He cradled my face, gently trailing his thumbs along my cheeks before pulling me into a kiss. He forced his tongue into my mouth, probing as he pulled me closer. His mouth tasted of alcohol; just that right amount that made me want to suck his tongue. The smell of the alcohol combined with his cologne and his own delicious scent was overpowering. Moving his hands from my face, his fingertips traced a path from my neck along my shoulders and slowly down my arms invoking a stimulating current that made my sex clench. He placed my hand on his lengthening shaft. I rubbed my hands over him, recalling the joy of him in my mouth earlier, making me hungry for him.

  “Did you actually think I was going to allow you to end our night with your catching a cab home? There is no way I'm missing the opportunity to help you out of this dress Princess.” And with those few words, the tension of the last few minutes no longer mattered.

  Arriving at Aiden’s place, he told the driver we’d be down in less than an hour. We silently rode the elevator to the penthouse. Aiden opened the door to find his parents, their friends and Allison seated in the area around the bar. I unwillingly followed him inside. He promised we would only stay for about thirty minutes, which in my opinion was too long. Another first for me, time with parents of the guy I’m fucking. Fantastic, I thought sarcastically. Although we hadn’t actually had the opportunity to get to know each other, his parents didn't like me and the feeling was mutual. I had witnessed enough to determine I didn't want to know them and I hated the way Aiden changed in their presence.

  We reclined to the conversation area with our drinks.

  “We were surprised to see that Aiden had a date Aria,” Sienna said. I smiled not sure of what or if I should reply to that. “Did you enjoy the ballet?” she asked.

  “It was excellent,” I said.

  “We’re so proud of our little dancer,” she said, beaming at Allison. I glanced at Allison who was smiling at me. I think her smile was meant as encouragement or maybe it was an apology for her parents.

  “So tell
us a little about yourself. It’s so rare that we meet a friend of Aiden’s,” Sienna said.

  I wonder why that it is bitch.

  “There’s not very much to tell I’m afraid,” I replied.

  “Are you from Boston? Do you have family here?” she probed.

  “No, I moved here several years ago to attend Boston State. Once I graduated, I decided to make Boston my home.”

  “And your field of study?”

  “Marketing and Communications.”

  “When we met in St. Barts you stated that you two worked together. Is that how you met?”

  “It is,” I replied. Damn what else did she want to know? My bra size? Ask Aiden, he knows.

  “How long have you been dating?”

  I looked at Aiden.

  “Or perhaps I’m mistaken? Is this just two friends who have a love for the ballet who decided to attend together to avoid going alone?” Sienna asked, noticing our exchange.

  “Mother, please stop with the inquisition,” Aiden said.

  “But Aiden, I was simply-”

  “Enough Mother. Either you stop or we’re leaving.” Aiden spit out. His mother recoiled as though she had been inappropriately scolded. Her practiced smile immediately resurfaced as she exchanged glances with Michelle.

  This was just as I’d expected it to be. Horrible!

  “How long will you be in Boston Aiden?” Allen asked.

  “That is undetermined at this point. I’m not sure where things will go after I finish up at Raine Publishing.”

  “Finish up? Connor said you were there to-”

  “I’d prefer we not talk about work,” Aiden interrupted as he shoved a hand through his hair. I’d never seen him like this.

  “You should stop by one night for dinner,” Michelle said. “I know Nadia would love to see you.”

  Aiden didn’t reply. He stood and I watched him walk to the bar and fix another drink.

  “Mommy, Daddy. When did you arrive in Boston?” Allison asked.

  “Only an hour before your ballet,” Connor replied, standing to join Aiden at the bar.