Untouched (The Untouched Trilogy Book 1)

by Lilly Wilde

“Since you three are attending a party tonight, perhaps we can all meet for breakfast tomorrow? You haven’t been home in months Allison,” Sienna said, frowning.

  “Mom I know. When this season is over, I promise to come for a visit.”

  I watched Aiden and his father. Aiden was very upset and his father- well I couldn’t really read him but it appeared as though he was too. Was this because of me? It couldn’t be. I was missing something. Something that Aiden wasn’t planning on sharing with me. Aiden turned and saw me watching him. He smiled but it wasn’t the smile that I knew. I turned back to the conversation to see Sienna eyeing me. Yes, I was certain I didn’t like this bitch. Thankfully Aiden and his father rejoined us before she had a chance to say anything else to me.

  “We should be going. Allison, are you ready?” Aiden asked, looking at me.

  She looked at her father. And then she looked at Aiden apologetically. We said our goodbyes and left the penthouse. Though we gave the pretense of the three of us attending the party, Allison was the only one who would actually go. I was relieved when Aiden told her to go on without us. The disappointed look on her face nearly caused me to ask Aiden if we could go but the part of me that craved some alone time won out. A large part of the night had not played out as I’d anticipated; I wanted the last few hours to resemble the date I'd imagined.

  Aiden insisted Allison allow the limo driver take her to and from the party safely. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and she then turned to me and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you came tonight. Sorry about my parents.” she added.

  “I had a wonderful evening and you are an exquisite dancer,” I said.

  “We should have lunch before I leave town,” she suggested.

  “Of course. I would like that. Aiden has my number.”

  “Yes, I can see that he does,” she said smiling playfully at her brother.

  “Good night Allie,” Aiden said, rushing her off.

  “Good night brother.”

  With that, she was off. I figured Aiden would hail a cab but we walked toward the parking garage.

  “So who is Nadia?” I asked.

  Aiden smiled. “You caught that did you?”

  “How could I not?”

  “She’s no one important.”

  I sensed that he wasn’t planning on saying much more than that. I didn’t ask any further questions. For now.

  Aiden pulled a key from his pocket and pressed a button to unlock one of the cars. He had never driven me before. I was the teensiest bit giddy because this was more in line with a real date… the guy driving me home afterwards. As unbelievable as it sounded, this was another first for me.

  He grabbed my hand and turned me to face him. “I know this evening did not pan out the way we would have wanted but I hope I can remedy that. I want to take you someplace.”

  “Well, tonight was not exactly what I had in mind. I can’t complain too much because I’ve had the chance to spend the evening with a pretty awesome guy,” I smiled and he leaned down to kiss me quickly on the lips.

  “So where are we going?” I asked.

  “It’s a surprise,” he said, smiling as we resumed walking toward the car. We walked up to the passenger side of a sleek black sports car. I wasn’t well-versed in cars but I knew enough to conclude that it was expensive. He opened the door for me and I took a seat. He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side and settled in. He buckled his seat belt and started the ignition; the powerful vibration of the engine startled me. I turned to look at him and he was smiling at me like a child who was holding on to his favorite toy.

  We exited the garage and entered the almost non-existent traffic of Stuart Street. I wondered where he was taking me. The anticipation of his surprise gradually erased the unpleasantness of the penthouse nightcap. I stole a quick glance at him. He looked so confident and in control. And as though his sex appeal wasn’t already through the roof, watching him behind the wheel of this magnificent car did crazy things to my libido. He made a left onto Charles Street as I continued to look at him.

  I saw a slow smile forming on his perfect lips. “Why are you staring at me?”

  “I’m not.”

  “Really? Then what are you doing?”

  I let out a sigh and smiled. I bit my lip wondering if I should tell him what I was really thinking. “I was actually wondering how you would respond to my leaning over, unzipping your pants and having a little talk with Kingston.”

  “Oh really?” he asked, a sly smile forming.

  “Yes.” I replied.

  “And just what did you plan on discussing with him?”

  “I was interested in his views on an encore.”

  “Kingston and I are very close and he shares pretty much everything with me, it’s almost as if we’re actually one being, and I have it on good authority that Kingston has been thinking about your earlier conversation with him all evening. And I can go as far as to say; he’d give you his full attention whenever you wanted.”

  “So are you saying he would be phallic?”

  “He already is.” He reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. I rubbed my hand back and forth along the restricted swelling; feeling it grow in hardness and length.

  “Mmmm. Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

  “Sure,” he replied.

  “Tell him that I really, really like him and I think we need to have a face-to-face conversation, like now.”

  “Why don’t you tell him yourself? Aiden turned onto David G. Mugar Way and parked on the side of the street. He unzipped his pants and allowed my new favorite toy to spring forth.

  I wasn’t as practiced in the art of fellatio and quite honestly, I was fine with that fact. Until now. I’d simulated before with a banana as April offered her critiques. She had suggested I try it on B.O.B. but there were only so many ways you could practice on a dildo. I’d only had the nerve to do it a couple of times with Dane and I had to be tipsy even then.

  Pleased that Aiden had enjoyed our ballet-hall encounter, my mouth watered at the expectation of his hardness in my mouth again. Mmmm and the taste, it wasn’t at all what I’d expected. He tasted of sweet pineapple. My experience with Dane had been an alcohol induced dare from April. The liquor had provided me the nerve to do it, but even then, I never swallowed; but with Aiden, I was definitely in the mood to get my fill of his pineapple-flavored treat.

  He reclined his seat as I leaned over and kissed the vast head of his cock. I licked softly across the tip and gently sucked. He moaned as he placed his hand on the back of my head urging me to take him fully into my mouth. I wanted to please him; I wanted him to know how much I wanted all of him. I slowly eased down the length of his shaft, moaning as I did so, seduced by the feral sounds that encompassed us. I filled my mouth with as much of him as I could, he pushed my head down further and I gagged in response. He released my head and allowed me to lead. I moved up the length of his dick as my tongue caressed the side, stroking him until I reached the tip.

  “Fuck, I want to taste you.” I said, my gaze fixated on his cock as I stroked him eager for his release.

  “Then make me cum baby. Suck me.”

  A spurt of pre-cum surfaced; I licked my lips as I coaxed him hoping for more. Unable to resist, I lightly licked the clear liquid wanting a taste. I leaned back looking at the string of sticky sweetness that followed. The string broke and I went back for more; licking around the hole on the tip. I reveled in his reaction as he hissed when I placed a small amount of pressure there with my tongue. He fisted my hair and guided my head down the length of his hardness. I opened wider to take him in and began moving up and down urging his release.

  “Oh fuck, don’t stop,” he said.

  He eased my head down again attempting to completely submerge himself into my mouth. His prompting caused me to suck deeper and faster. “Shit Aria. I’m going to cum,” he breathed. I prepared myself for a creamy delight as his cock began to pulse. A bolt of
hot cum filled my mouth; I swallowed as I continued to suck eager for every ounce he offered. I suctioned- causing my jaws to tightly envelope his thickness feeling the throb of his dick as a second burst shot into my mouth. I swallowed again. He released my hair and let out a deep content sigh. I slowly licked the head and finished with a soft kiss.

  “Why do you taste so sweet?” I asked, kissing the tip of his cock once more before sitting back in my seat.

  “I didn’t know I did,” he said smiling.

  “Well you do. So you know what that means, right?” I asked.

  “That you’re going to have dessert as often as you like?”

  “Exactly.” We laughed as he adjusted himself and zipped his pants.

  “You know I owe you. Twice tonight. I can’t have you trying to out-shine me Princess.”

  “I don’t think anyone can do that,” I said, confident that it was a fact.

  “Stay put,” he said as he opened the car door. He stopped at the trunk, opened it, quickly closed it and walked around to open my door. He took my hand assisting me from the car. In his free hand was a guitar. I looked up at him with a confused smile on my face.

  “It’s part of my surprise. Come.” Holding onto my hand we walked toward the Hatch Shell.

  The Esplanade was actually one of my favorite places in the city. I’d been here several times for charity concerts but never when it was vacant. It was a beautiful night and being with him like this, I didn’t want it to end. Once we reached the platform he located two chairs, placed them in the middle of the stage and asked me to have a seat. He sat across from me and positioned the guitar in his lap.

  Looking at me, he started to strum his fingers across the guitar strings. He looked like a different person; not at all the man that I saw when he was with his parents. I immediately recognized the tune. It was Sam Smith’s I’ve Told You Now. Upon hearing his voice, I nearly melted; his voice was amazing. The lyrics were so beautiful and more meaningful to me than I think he realized.

  You know what I mean

  It's like walking in the heat all day, with no water

  It's like waiting for a friend

  Watching everybody else meet theirs, on that corner

  Or losing in an argument

  Although you're right, can't get your thoughts in order

  Still I refrain

  From talking at you, talking on

  You know me well

  I don't explain

  But why the hell

  Why do you think I come 'round here on my free will?

  Wasting all my precious time

  Oh, the truth spills out

  And oooooo oh I've

  I've told you now

  You know what I mean

  Although I try my best, I still let down the team

  You're everything I want,

  Why should I resist when you are there for me?

  I was in awe at the ease with which he sang and played. Although I knew I shouldn’t, I couldn’t help but hope he chose this song as a way to convey his feelings. While I didn’t know him as well as I’d liked, I did know that he was not always the person he wanted to be. After seeing him with his parents, I’d deduced that he was living the life he was expected to… a life he had to live. Which sounded quite similar to my own reality. Were we both pretending? Protecting ourselves from the world and only lowering the guise for each other? And even then, did we lower it enough to truly see the person behind the camouflage?

  As the sound of the last tune faded into the quietness of the night, I sat staring at him with what I’m sure was a dumbfounded expression.

  He broke the silence. “You told me how much of a fan you were of Sam Smith so I listened to some of his music.” He smiled warmly when I didn’t reply. “This song reminded me of you… of the diverse segments of our relationship.”

  “I loved it. You have a beautiful voice Aiden,” I said as two sad tears rolled down my cheek.

  “I’m glad you liked it but why the tears?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. I just don’t know. You. This. I never thought of this as a relationship,” I said.

  “Well, it is. It may not have started in the most traditional of ways but it resulted in one all the same. Initially it was an inexplicable attraction, I had to have you. I wasn’t prepared to take no for an answer. Even after having been inside you, it wasn’t enough. I found myself wanting more of you. As incredible as sex is with you, it’s become more. I feel a connection with you which increases exponentially each time I’m with you. At first, I didn’t understand it. Actually, I still don’t…but I’ve decided to stop trying to figure out. I’ve chosen to do what I’ve always told you to do- and just go with it.”

  As usual, his words shocked me. I knew things had changed between us but I never dared to think about what those changes could mean because I knew I would bolt.

  “You need to help me out here. I’ve never really had anything with a man other than an arrangement. Just Sex. No love. No romance. I know that sounds rather callous coming from a woman but I just never felt them worthy of anything beyond that. So you really need to fill me in on what you mean by relationship.”

  “I want us to be exclusive.”

  “You’ve already told me that. Wait. Allow me to rephrase, you demanded that of me in St Barts, remember? So I fail to see the difference.”

  “I want to date you. I want to woo you. I want you to think of nothing else but me. I want you to be mine.”

  The passionate gaze that coupled his words quickened my heart beat. Part of me wanted to run. The other part of me that lacked all self control around this man wanted to tell him that he already had all of that and I wanted it too, but I was afraid.

  “Say something Princess,” he urged, his eyes tender.

  “When I’m with you, I feel like I’m a totally different person; I never know what I’m doing when I’m with you. I’m feeling things that I don’t understand. Those I do understand, I wish I could force them into a container and close the lid.”

  His face softened . He placed the guitar on the stage and came to me. He reached for me and I stood as he peered down at me.

  I couldn’t meet his eyes. “I don’t want your pity,” I whispered.

  “Pity? Why the hell would I pity you Aria?”

  “I know I come across as this confident, together person, some may even say I’m a bit of an overconfident bitch- but each day you unravel yet another one of the threads of a web in which I’ve enclosed myself for years. It allows you to see how broken I really am. I’ve buried so many of those broken pieces and I don’t want to deal with them Aiden. I don't want to be this way but I don't know any other way to be.”

  “Let me show you, I can help you. Just let me in.”

  I looked at him, but I had nothing to say. No one had ever made me want to let them in before.

  “I want to but I'm terrified. Of us. Of you.”

  He kissed my forehead and lifted my chin forcing me to look into his gorgeous green eyes.“First off, you aren’t broken. You have a past, same as everyone else. It’s how you choose to look at that past that defines you. Secondly, you need to let me in, even though you’re scared, even though it hurts. Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see. Aria, in order for this to work, you have to let go of the fear and trust me.”

  “I do. I do trust you- which frightens me even more. You’re capturing something I vowed to never give to a man. And that means you're capable of destroying me.”

  “I would never do that.”

  He stroked my cheek as he stared into my eyes- his green to my hazel.

  “You don’t understand what’s happening between us. And that’s ok; but don’t be afraid of us Aria. Let this happen.”

  He softly cradled my face; his thumbs wiping away my newly escaped tears. He leaned in and placed his lips on mine. I closed my eyes relishing the softness of his kiss. He moved his lips back and forth across mine, caressing them before sliding his to
ngue inside my mouth. All of the fear and worry dissipated as I melted into him. He moved his hands; one to the back of my neck the other sliding down to the small of my back to bring me closer to him. It was a sensual kiss that made me feel adorned and wanted. He moaned as he severed our kiss and hugged me tightly. We stood quietly for several moments. He eventually severed our contact and stepped back to look at me.

  “It’s getting late. Let’s get you home.”

  He turned to retrieve his guitar. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Now that you mention it, yes I am.”

  “So am I. Anything at your place we can scramble together?”

  “I have some fruit and I think I have enough ingredients for an omelet. Not much more than that.”

  “Sounds good to me.” We walked across the stage.

  “You know you lied.”

  “Lied? About what?” he asked.

  “About not being able to play the guitar.”

  He laughed. “I didn’t lie. I think I said something like I could play for entertainment purposes. You were entertained, were you not?”

  “You are such an ass,” I replied, smiling.

  He reached out to grab my hand as we reached the sidewalk. I loved the feel of my hand in his. I was content and happier than I thought possible given my revelation a mere ten minutes ago. Aiden somehow had a way of making me feel like everything would be okay. And amazingly enough, at this moment, it did feel as though everything was okay. Maybe it was the night’s tranquility- the sound of the water nearby or the perfect night sky. It all aided my placid state of mind; which I welcomed.

  I sighed as I looked up at the dark sky. It was a black piece of velvet sprinkled with shimmering gems. The moon hung majestically overseeing the smaller facets of twinkling jewels. The night was perfect.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

  “Nothing. Just enjoying the serenity of the night.” I didn't want to think about anything. I only wanted to relish the feeling of closeness with Aiden.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

  “Fucking you.”