Invidious Betrayal

by Shea Swain

  “Do I need love?” She sighed.

  Thoughts of Ian washing his toned body in the bathroom so close by invaded her mind then. She twisted the corner of her mouth as her throbbing need for him intensified. Why do I wish I was a bar of soap in his hands right now when the bathroom only has liquid soap?

  “Because I think bars are sexier.” She frowned.

  Rubbing his hair dry, Ian walked into the room. He stopped when he saw Aria lying back on the bed, her legs slightly apart with her shirt raised, showing more of her tempting flesh than she was probably aware. His tortured manhood pulsed, urging him to cross the room and slide between those heavenly thighs of hers. His mouth watered for a taste of her soft skin.

  Ian closed his eyes and muttered a curse, then he remembered what she’d said when he came into the room. “Why are bars sexier?” Why was she thinking of bars, and what the hell was sexy about being inside a badly lit room surrounded by drinking men on a mission, anyway? Aria obviously hadn’t notice his entry into the room because she jumped with fright, then sat up when she realized it was him. “Sorry.” He chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “Yeah, I freak easily these days.” She scrunched her nose up as she let out a nervous laugh.

  Ian winced, feeling guilty about scaring her, but smiled when he saw her cute gesture. She’d made light of their situation. Most of the women he knew, and he knew a lot, would have been complaining and crying this whole time. They wouldn’t have tolerated that small train car, the crowded bus, or the ride here in the pick-up truck.

  Showing up on his welcoming grandparents’ doorstep would have smoothed things a bit, because most girls love to meet a guy’s family; but he would have had to fuck them to sleep to get a moment of peace.

  Moving toward the sitting area, his first thought was to fling the towel back in the bathroom, but he remembered his cock was engorged and he needed the towel to cover it. But before he could sit on the chair, Aria patted the space beside her. Ian hesitated, not sure what to do.

  “Aren’t you ready yet?” Aria asked him. She reached out to grab a metallic-looking cylinder from the nightstand, then got to her knees in the center of the big bed, resting her round ass on her heels. “We need to loosen up all that tension in your body from all that fighting.”

  He knew a way. Lord knows the tension in his body was not due to sore muscles from the fighting she was referring to. One of his body parts had him on edge, and oh boy, rubbing the pressure out of it was an excellent idea. Classic. Engrossed in his thoughts, Ian still hadn’t moved.

  “Don’t just stand there. Come on.” She waved him over.

  With the towel doing little to hide his tented shorts, Ian slowly walked to the bed, then climbed on and lay face-down beside her. When her oiled hands first touched his skin, his body jerked.

  “See,” she said with satisfaction, as if her point had been proven.

  “I’m not that sore. I just wasn’t prepared for your touch is all.” He turned his head so he could look at her, then thought better of it and closed his eyes. When her soft hands touched him this time, he was prepared. Well, not entirely. He didn’t expect them to feel so good on his bare skin.

  Aria expertly worked his shoulders and upper back, but all he could think of was touching her.

  Ian cleared his throat. “Where did you learn to give massages?” His body was at war with what he wanted. He still wanted to make love to her, but her hands felt so good that he didn’t want her to stop kneading his shoulders.

  “My friends and I took a few classes. We knew that if we were good enough, the sports department at school would let us massage the athletes after practice.” She laughed. “We thought it was a good way to meet guys.”

  Jealousy ripped through him. The image of her touching Bucky, or any guy at her school for that matter, irritated him immensely. “How’d that work out for you?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  “Well,” she said, as her hands moved lower, “I met a few.”

  “Is that how you hooked up with Bucky?” Just saying the guy’s name made Ian green with envy and furious. Aria surely wanted Bucky instead of being thrown into his life like she had been.

  Aria laughed again. “Bucky and I didn’t hook up. We just kissed…once,” she explained. “Wait—” She paused, lifting her hands off him. “Ian, are you jealous?”

  “Maybe…I don’t like the idea of some guy kissing you.” He opened his eyes to look into hers.

  Aria placed her hands on the back of his leg. “Ohh-kay. What about you? Do you have some glamorous thin model waiting for you somewhere?”

  Ian didn’t have to think before answering. He and relationships really didn’t mix. It was easy enough to get a woman to ease an itch, but as for him wanting more… He wasn’t the settle-down type. “No,” he simply said.

  “I find that hard to believe.” She switched to his other leg.

  “Believe it.”

  They were silent for a while as she worked then Aria tapped his shoulder. When Ian raised his head, she motioned for him to roll over, so he did, with the towel still failing to cover his insistent cock. Aria gasped and her eyes widened but she composed herself quickly.

  Ian hid a smile as he put his hands under his head and closed his eyes when she moved to touch his chest. He was a man of control and had total control of the fire her touch ignited in him, attempting to smother it in order to relax. But when her hands moved over his hard nipples then abdomen, those smoldering flames were reignited.

  “Ian, how many girls have you been with intimately?” Her voice was low and softly innocent.

  What? He didn’t think he’d heard her right at first, but when he opened his eyes, she avoided looking at him, and he knew he’d heard her right. How should he answer her?

  “Do you really want to know?” Ian asked Aria. She nodded. “Keep in mind that I’ve always been safe.”

  Aria’s hands froze just above the hem of Ian’s briefs and the towel that covered him. When he came out of the bathroom, she’d made a decision. When she noticed the huge bulge under the towel she panicked, but even fear couldn’t keep her from wanting Ian. She wanted to make love to him so badly that she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest until he was inside her.

  Only it would be just be sex to him, and she was fine with that, mostly.

  “I don’t mean to be nosey. I just… It’s just that you were my first and… I don’t know anything about sex.”

  “And you want to know?” he asked. His voice was husky and his gray eyes seemed to darken, almost causing Aria to lose her nerve, but her desire proved stronger than her shyness.

  She nodded, not trusting her own voice.

  Ian sat up on his elbows. “And you want me to teach you?”

  Aria nodded again.

  A mixture of emotions flitted across his face. When Ian closed his eyes briefly, she felt a tinge of rejection, but to her relief he spoke after several seconds. “I can’t tell you an exact number of women I’ve been with, but there have been a lot. What else would you like to know?”

  Nervous excitement radiated throughout her body. She knew that she had to be totally honest, or this wouldn’t work. “Ian, I want you to teach me.”

  This is a bad idea, Ian thought, but when he saw how hopeful and determined Aria looked, he knew he would agree to just about anything she asked. Still, he thought of her cruel rape weeks ago, and wondered at her state of mind.

  “You realize that once we go down this road…” He paused. The thin shred of control he had maintained went up in flames when the tip of her pink tongue slid out between her plump lips. His reasoning failed. Ian sat up and reached out to cup the back of her neck, pulling her to him slowly as he watched her eyes for signs of fear. When their lips touched, he felt a jolt in his chest and sighed. His mind roared as if he’d won some unwinnable prize.

  The kiss was slow at first and Ian ran his tongue across her lips before seeking entry with a little insistent nudging. Winter
mint and Aria’s sweet flavor exploded over his taste buds as he licked every corner of her mouth. Although inexperienced, she responded with sweeps of her tongue and soft moans that could weaken any man.

  Ian heard the growl rumble up from the back of his throat, knew it came from him. Only Aria could have him hungry beyond reason with lust. She alone caused him to react with primal need. How was it that despite all of the women he’d had, this girl was capable of bringing him to his knees? In the recess of his mind, Ian’s conscience told him that this teacher/student relationship wasn’t what he wanted or should accept. He wanted Aria to be his.

  This could end badly and one of them, most likely him, could get hurt. Yet, he continued to kiss Aria, relishing the heated passion that teased and made him desperate for more. He lowered himself slowly back, pulling her with him so she could lie on top of him, only Aria pushed away.

  “Wait...” She breathed heavily. He leaned up on his elbows again, willing his body to calm down as he watched her take a few deep breaths. “I want to see all of you.”

  Ian fell back on the bed. Inside he was grinning like a man that had just won the lottery, but on the outside he tried to play it cool. He pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor, exposing the entire head and half his hard cock through the top of his shorts. He watched her face as he lifted his ass and slid his briefs down.

  “You’re beautiful.” Only, she said it so low he didn’t think she’d meant for him to hear her. He hadn’t yet told her about his sensitive hearing.

  Her eyes widened as he grew even harder, bigger under her gaze. Aria’s cheeks reddened as she lifted her hand to touch him, but she held off and just let her hand hover in the air as she moved her gaze to his face. She wanted to touch him, he was sure of it, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand and place it on his pulsing cock. He wanted to seem relaxed, so he waited.

  Ian cursed as his length jerked and his eyes fluttered when she finally touched the tip with her finger. He also couldn’t hold back the sign of relief her touch gave him.

  “You’re leaking,” she whispered.

  “It’s called pre-cum.” He winced. Ian closed his eyes in an attempt to gain control, because if he didn’t he was going to grab Aria and bury himself deep inside her with little care for her feelings or much of anything else.

  “Can I taste it?”

  “God,” he choked out, feeling her hand grip him, “yes.” Before Ian finished saying “yes,” he felt the bed shift, then her warm luscious lips covered the head of his cock. Taken by surprise, he shuddered, inadvertently pulling his hardness from her warm mouth. Aria wasted no time lowering her mouth onto him again.

  Ian had assumed she was going to just touch it and lick his pre-cum off of her finger, but no, she was sucking the head of his hardness. And it felt so damn good. He threw his head back when she licked down, then up his shaft slowly.

  “You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.

  Aria giggled, then swirled her tongue around his thick head before giving it a kiss. “I like the way you taste.” She smiled at him.

  Ian’s entire body shook. She was definitely trying to kill him. “I loved the way you taste, too. Will you let me taste you again, Aria?”

  She held his gaze for a moment, her face unreadable. Right when he was going to tell her that it was all right if she didn’t want him to touch her, that she had full use of his body and he needed nothing in return, Aria smiled.

  “I don’t mind, but I’m not finished with you yet,” she said shyly. “I’ve only practiced doing this on a cucumber, so I’d like to know what I’m doing wrong.” Aria lowered her head and swallowed him, taking in as much as she could, using her hand to cover the rest of his length.

  Working her hand and mouth together like her friends had shown her during a slumber party, Aria sucked and licked. She really did like the taste of him. It was a taste she couldn’t quite describe, but what she liked more was the way he was reacting to what she was doing. The sounds of pleasure she was wringing from him made her want to do more. It also gave her a sense of power. When Ian began pulling at the sheets and tried to fight back his moans, it made her forget how tired her mouth was getting.

  His cock was as thick and as long as the cucumber she’d practiced with, but that’s where the comparisons ended. It was meaty, pulsing, flesh that she could squeeze with only her lips and cheek muscles. His reaction to what she was doing was driving her need to see him to completion. She had wanted him to finish inside her. But on the bright side, she had been told that if she did suck him until he came, that most men would disregard any mistakes she’d made and rate her blowjob a success. And Aria wanted to succeed with Ian.

  Ian’s head spun out of control. He’d had some good blow jobs before, but this was different… Don’t look at her. Don’t look at her. He continued to chant to himself, but forget that, he had to see her mouth around him. So he rose up on his elbows and looked. Big mistake. Ian threw his head back as he panted and fought for control. Damn. He shouldn’t have looked. Seeing her sweet mouth, her swollen red lips wrapped around his length was his undoing. Ian fought the urge to scream like a girl as his balls tightened and his ass clenched.

  He had only a few seconds before he would come undone, so he lifted one hand to her forehead and gave her a slight push. “You have to move,” he growled.

  Aria didn’t move. She clutched his wrist and slid his hand to the top of her head where he could grip her hair. He was strong, but blowjobs were apparently his weakness, because he was no longer trying to push her away. Instead he dug into her hair and cried out as he pulled a pillow over his face. His hips pumped in a frenzy of unbridled movements. His cock seemed to pulse and swell more, and she could actually feel the semen tunneling up his shaft. As Ian held her head in place, hot fluid shot into Aria’s waiting, wanting mouth.

  Ian fell back, his body shuddering with mini-aftershocks of pleasure as Aria continued to milk him with her mouth. She’d swallowed his cum. The act was not foreign to him; lots of girls had swallowed his seed, but he had never felt a tenth of what he felt for Aria for any of them. He couldn’t say that she was better at sucking his cock, but his lust, desire, and how he saw her as the perfect angel, had to have added to his pleasure. And it was so damn pleasurable. Nothing had and may not ever compare.

  He felt the urge bubbling inside, so Ian began to laugh. When he finally moved the pillow from his face, Ian saw Aria frowning at him, a look of uncertainty on her face. He couldn’t help it, he laughed even harder. What the hell has she done to me?

  “Did I do it wrong?”

  Ian rose and gently cupped her face in his hands. “Are you kidding? I think you broke me.” The hurt look on her face, told him that Aria had taken what he said the wrong way. “No, Aria, you were amazing. You broke me in a good way, a great way.” Ian kissed her lips, then trailed kisses down her neck. “I want to taste you, beautiful,” he told her.

  Aria looked uncomfortable for a brief moment, then slowly pulled her tank top over her head. Ian sighed when he saw her lovely breasts. They were creamy, with pink nipples that were already hard. He wondered if she was wet as well. Covering one breast with his hand, Ian lightly squeezed it while he took the other in his mouth. Aria gripped his hair and moaned.

  He wanted to feel her wetness. Moving so fast that she gasped, he quickly removed the rest of her clothing and maneuvered Aria into the middle of the bed, with her legs lifted. His head was soon between her legs and his fingers were separating her soaked folds, covering them with his mouth. Ian moaned when his tongue tasted her luscious sex. In no time, he was lapping and sucking on her swollen bud. Aria grabbed the pillow he’d muted his scream in, using it to cover up her own sultry moans.

  It took no time for her to unravel under his attention, but he refused to stop until she came twice more. When he thought she could take no more, he kissed her thigh then rolled to his back. He lay like that, watching the ceiling for several minutes in silence.
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br />   Scooting to the edge of the bed, Ian sat up and palmed his reinvigorated erection. Just being next to Aria, hearing her breathe beside him and knowing that she was naked, kept him in constant need and he needed to relieve himself. Ian wanted to be inside her so badly, but he didn’t want to push her too soon. This was about her, not what he wanted. He would take care of himself. Planting his feet on the floor, he began jerking himself off.

  “You…you don’t want me?” Her little voice was full of hurt and confusion.

  Ian stopped in mid-stroke and looked over his shoulder to see her on her knees, staring at him. Her eyes were glossed over. “Aria, I have never wanted a woman more.”

  “Then why would you do that instead of being with me?”

  Ian sighed. “I wasn’t sure if this was what you wanted, right now. I also don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I don’t disgust you then?” Aria whispered.

  He frowned. “Where on earth would you get that idea?” Aria looked away. Did she think that her being raped… “Do you have any idea what you do to me? Just the scent of you gets me hard. Lying with you these past few nights have been torture because all I could think of is being inside you. I fantasize about having you under me so much that sometimes I can barely concentrate on our survival.”

  Aria smiled as she wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek. She was amazingly beautiful inside and out, and it pained him to see her hurting and him being the cause. Ian reached for her and she moved toward him, raising her leg over his so she was straddling him. His cock was trapped nicely between their stomachs, bucking with expectation.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “I want you,” Aria whispered. There was a little fear in her eyes, but it was a normal kind of fear, he reasoned. Her chest heaved from her panting, causing her breasts to move up and down, taunting him.

  “I want to give you everything,” Ian said before kissing her. The kiss was sweet and he savored it as his hands found her braided hair. It took no time for him to free her silky damp strands so he could thread his hands through her flowing hair. Pulling back suddenly, Ian broke the kiss to look at her. Aria’s chocolate eyes were fixed on his, her swollen lips quivering. Her cheeks were a soft shade of pink. Long, wavy hair covered one breast while the other was bare for his visage. Aria was a work of art, and she was offering herself to him.