by Sweet, Izzy
He pulls up in front of what I assume must be his building and we go up and down as his tires go over the curb.
“I’ll get your door,” he says, shifting the stick into park.
I just press my lips together and nod my head. I just might kiss the ground when he opens my door. He hops out the door and nudges the doorman out of the way as he reaches for my handle. The door opens, his arm reaches in. I take his offered hand.
“Are you okay? You look a little green…” he says as he pulls me towards his building.
I don’t understand why we’re rushing so fast. The doorman is left to shut the car door behind us.
“I just need a minute to catch my breath,” I say.
He smiles and pulls me closer to him, “You can have a minute when we get to my place.”
I barely catch a glimpse of the security guard at his desk. Andrew rushes me right past him. He jams the button to the elevator. The doors slide open. It’s as if the universe is just stepping out of the way. There is nothing to impede his path. We’re hurtling towards something… Am I about to crash?
We’re in the elevator and going up now. Andrew is shifting nervously and squeezing my hand. If he would just slow down. If everything would stop going so fast. If I could just have a minute….
The doors open and he leads me out.
I’m panting now, and ugh, I’m sweating. I’m not used to rushing around like this. I’m not used to rushing, period.
“Hey, slow down,” I tell him and try to dig in my heels.
He acts as if he doesn’t hear me and pretty much has to drag me across his threshold.
The place looks different in the light of day. It’s dark and stark, it could use a feminine touch. The furniture is black leather and there’s only one coffee table. There’s minimal decorating. No paintings, no plants. A gigantic flat screen is mounted on the wall. All the furniture is angled towards the flat screen.
“I can’t slow down,” Andrew says and pulls me into his chest. “I have to have you now.”
His mouth falls upon me, it’s like being struck by lightning. Something about his touch electrifies me. All my senses start firing, all my nerves come to life. I gasp into his kiss. He’s so warm, he tastes so sweet. I just can’t get enough of him.
I know, vaguely, that I should stop, that I should push him away. If my brain was working properly, I would be able to do it. But I find myself melting into his kiss. If I’m truly honest with myself, I was actually hoping he would do this.
I close my eyes. He pushes me up against the wall and it’s just like the first time. His hard body pushes into me, trapping me against the wall. His hands are all over me, sliding over my dress and then grabbing my breast. I arch my back as he squeezes. My nipples peak.
My hands go to his ass. How many times have I watched this ass walk away from me while he cackled like an evil villain? I squeeze hard and by the way he grinds his hardness into me, I think he likes it.
His hips push into me. I can feel the long, hard length of him trapped inside his pants. He’s rubbing and working it against me. I’m so wet, so quick. I remember how it feels to have him inside me, filling me, stretching me. Now he’s grinding against me, working against my swollen clit. I squeeze his ass again and nip at his lip. He groans deep in his throat and my core quivers. I pull his lip back playfully before letting go of it.
“I’m going to take you right here if you don’t stop,” he growls out and to prove his point, he thrusts his hard bulge into my mons.
“If I don’t stop what?” I ask innocently and my fingers tighten, digging into the flesh of his ass.
He groans and his eyes start to roll in the back of his head. I get the thrilling feeling that I’m playing with fire. I like it.
“Hailey, if only you knew what you do to me,” he says and aggressively goes for my neck. I’m left shuddering and weak as he kisses up and down it.
I’m so tender and sensitive there. His mouth covers me. It’s so hot, so wet. He pulls back a hard suckle and it’s as if every muscle in my body gives out. He’s found the spot. I’m weak, I can’t get my breath. I’ve completely lost my wits and now my clit is madly throbbing.
“Oh!” I moan out. It’s a sound of immense pleasure and immense surprise.
I thought tasting him was the best thing in the world. But this, this is my undoing. It’s as if my seams are unraveling as his lips kiss a trail up and then back down. He pulls and stretches my dress off my shoulder, then his lips brush across the exposed shoulder.
Each touch of his mouth, each wet suckle pulls out another one of my stitches. It’s only a matter of time before I’m completely undone in his hands.
“Andrew,” I groan out as he squeezes my breast again. He’s still kissing my neck. Driving me mad. Driving me weak. I’m so wound up, so hot and bothered, I might just come like this. He needs to stop if I’m going to have any self-respect left for myself.
“Call me AJ,” he huskily corrects me.
I don’t quite understand.
“What? Why?” I ask in breathless confusion before it’s finally sinking it.
He grins sensually, pulling back to look me in the eyes “It’s what those closest to me call me.”
Oh, God. Does that mean what I think it means? From the look in his eyes, it certainly does. He looks so smug with himself as he takes in my reaction.
My need ebbs with my confusion.
Then he has to go and say, “Say it.”
His eyes narrow and grow intense, boring into me.
I can’t help but squirm.
“Say what?” I ask innocently, but I’m not fooling him.
“Say my name,” he growls. Every time that growl gets me. Every time I get shivers shooting down my spine, bumps rising across my skin. I swear my nipples twitched. They’re so hard and so sensitive.
My heart quickens as I stare at him. What will it feel like to look upon his face, the face I know as Andrew and call him AJ? Can my heart handle connecting the two? Can I handle finally merging them and accepting that they are one and the same?
“AJ,” I blurt out, but it’s too quick, too rushed. Like I just want to get it done and over with. It doesn’t feel right, it doesn’t carry enough impact.
“Again,” he commands and I feel his will weighing down on me. His eyes alone are piercing me, demanding…
“AJ,” I say more slowly, giving the syllables time to flow off my lips.
He still isn’t satisfied, “Again.”
“AJ,” I say. He is AJ. From the sound of his voice to the pressure of his cock rubbing me. He is the AJ I remembered in the dark. Now he’s the AJ I will know in the light.
“Yes,” he groans and he’s kissing my neck again.
I don’t know how much more I can take of this. He’s like a man possessed, the way he suckles and tastes me. He can’t get enough.
“Come to bed with me Hailey,” he breathes out, his warm breath washing over the wet spot he just licked.
The thought of going to bed with him both thrills me and frightens me. I know I’m heading down a path I can never come back from, a path I’ve been doing my best to avoid in the first place, but my body has a mind of its own.
He’s kissed all the sense out of me.
I say, “Yes.”
Suddenly, he’s pulling me again, we’re rushing. He has me by the hand and he’s dragging me to his bedroom. My feet barely touch the floor, I’m missing every other step. He holds me up. Without his support, I’d be eating carpet.
The bed hits my back and I don’t even know how it happened. One moment I was on my feet, now I’m horizontal. He’s above me, smiling, looming. I reach for him and he comes down. His weight settles on top of me. It feels so right. This is where I belong in the world. He’s so hot and just the right amount of heavy.
Mouth upon mouth, we kiss and explore each other. He’s so tender at first, so sweet. One of his hands comes up to stroke my cheek as he kisses me, the other is roaming, followin
g the curve of my silhouette.
Then that roaming hand starts pulling up my blue dress. We break apart long enough for him to get the dress over my head and then my own fingers fumble with his tie, I struggle to unknot it.
Once the tie is gone, he strangely doesn’t lift a finger to help me. I can hardly keep myself from ripping open his shirt. I need to feel him. I need more than just our lips connected. Something deep inside of me aches to feel his skin, to feel the texture of his hot flesh, to truly be reconnected with him.
I’m throbbing. From the tip of my head to my toe-curling feet. My body is throbbing with want. My heart is racing with need. It’s as if I can feel every beat, every pump of blood down there. My lower body is alive and it’s aching.
I get his shirt open, only popping off a few buttons in the process, and then he stills as my hands go to his belt. He’s so hard, so big. I wonder if it hurts to have his erection trapped and constrained like it is. I must free it and end both of our suffering.
He stops breathing, he holds his breath as I undo his buckle. I look up, my eyes find his. His eyes are practically glowing with the heat of his lust. My own breath hitches from the power of it.
I undo his belt as if I’m entranced. First it’s the buckle, next is the button, finally it’s the zipper going down. Before I even know what I’m doing I have him in my hand. He’s so smooth, I stroke up him, and it’s like silky velvet. I squeeze my fingers around him and roll my wrist.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls out and bucks his hips. I know I could make him come like this. If I just pump my hand fast enough, he’ll spend himself in my hand. But I want him inside me, I need it. I’ll die if I don’t get my orgasm in the next five minutes.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring? I don’t even want to think of it. In this moment, right now, I’m in bed with AJ. I have AJ back again. I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I’m going to use him to feel good. I’m not going to feel bad about it.
I stroke my hand along the thick length of his cock then brush my thumb across the tip of his head.
“I need you,” I say. Gripping him, I lead his cock down to my drenched sex and then rub his engorged head against my entrance. I coat the head of his cock with my juices. “Inside me.”
I’m out of my mind with what I’m doing, not thinking. Thankfully, he comes to his senses and stops me.
“Protection, babe,” he says huskily.
I pout as he pulls away. He leans over to his nightstand and opens the drawer. He fishes out a foil wrapper and as if he’s had too much practice doing it, easily tears it open.
I squirm, hungry and wanting. I’m so needy, the throbbing is starting to hurt.
He unrolls the condom over his cock and checks it.
I’m so tempted just to jump on top of him, push him down, and ride it all out. Just the thought, bouncing up and down, him sliding in and out of me. I’m so wet, the friction would be so slick…
I moan and then he’s there, covering me, ready to end my suffering. I need him more than I’ve ever needed anything. My arms reach out, find him, and grab hold of him. He kisses me. The way he kisses me, I feel so loved. He thrusts, I’m so wet, so ready, why is my body resisting him? Why does it feel like I’m trying to expel him instead of accept him? It’s tight, it feels like a pinch, and then the head of his cock pushes its way in. The rest of me gives.
Yes, he’s finally filling me. Fuck, it feels so right. He pulls out. No, come back.
I grab his ass. I pull on his ass and drive him back into me. I can feel him smiling. Over and over he pulls out. Over and over I pull him back in.
The bed creaks. Our skin slaps. I’m sticky with sweat, tight with exertion. Pressure is building with every deep stroke. My need grows, I never thought it could expand like this. I can’t get enough of him.
I close my eyes and suck in the smell of him. AJ is making love to me. AJ, the man I shared my heart with is burying himself inside me, losing himself in me. I clench, trying to hold him in. I want to keep him here forever.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I open my eyes. For a second, it’s Andrew I see. Sweat is dripping down his brow. His eyes look so intense it could be confused with anger. He’s so strong, so built, but still I can see the muscles in his arms working. My eyes wander down, over his broad chest, his hardened little man nipples. His stomach is taunt. I watch his hips work. His six pack twitches. I become fascinated by watching his cock disappear in and out of me.
“No, up here,” he commands.
My eyes drag back up. He’s so beautiful. His features are strained with exertion.
“Come for me,” he commands.
His eyes have me. I’m falling, losing myself in them. I want to give him what he wants. I’m almost there.
“Fuck, Hailey,” he moans out. I can feel him pulsing inside me. His thrusts become more erratic. Is he going to come? Just the thought of him holding himself back is my undoing.
I explode. It’s glorious. It’s earth shattering. It’s so wet.
I cry out, clutching him, clawing him. My sex convulses, my body spasms.
“Yes,” he roars out and throws his head back. “Fuck, yes,” he roars again.
He’s pounding into me so hard. My clit is trapped, it’s getting hammered. I’m fucking love it.
Waves of pleasure break against me, roll through me. I’m swept away. My sex grips him, milks every hot drop of cum out of him. It feels as if it goes on forever, but it’s not long enough. AJ shudders and falls on top of me.
He breathes heavily against my neck. I savor the weight of him. I swear our hearts are racing in stride. Together, we catch our breath and come back to ourselves.
“Hailey,” he finally says rolling off of me. My chest is rising up and down. I stare up at the ceiling and listen to him take off the condom. Then his hot hands are on me and he’s pulling me up against him. I curve into him perfectly. It’s like he was meant to spoon against my back.
“Promise you’ll stay with me, just for the week,” he says into my ear.
I shiver as hot breath brushes against me.
Groggily, I tell him, “I promise.”
I can’t resist him, especially like this. I fall asleep being snuggled by him.
Chapter Twelve
“Good morning, gorgeous,” Andrew says as he leans over me.
He’s smiling, and somehow he’s glowing.
I blink slowly, bringing him into focus. Am I dreaming? Surely this can’t be for real?
“Did you sleep well?” Andrew asks then his head dips and his lips brush against mine in a tender sweep.
Damn, he tastes good. My arms go up and wrap around his neck. He tries to lift his head, but I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He chuckles against my mouth.
If this is a dream I never want to wake up.
His morning stubble scratches my chin. He groans as I open my mouth in invitation. His tongue meets mine and it’s as if I was just struck by lightning. My muscles tense, my breath hitches, and my belly tightens in anticipation.
He lowers the rest of his body down on top of me. His weight has me sinking into his soft, expensive mattress. I love the weight of him. I love how it feels with him coming down on top of me. I love how it feels as if I’m trapped beneath him.
Suddenly I realize we are both naked.
This is going to be a good dream.
Andrew’s knee nudges at my knee. He finds just enough space to slip his leg in between my legs and I spread.
He fits perfectly.
His kiss deepens, his tongue begins to move with a sense of urgency. I can’t resist it. I struggle to keep up with his strokes and pulls. He’s so needy, so hungry.
I feel his hardness slide against me. I want it, badly. At this moment, I want nothing more to have him inside me. To be connected to him again.
He groans into my mouth and moves himself against me. I find myself bucking my hips, moving with him.
Get inside me, I want to tell him
but there’s no mercy to be had from his lips. He just keeps me there, quivering on the edge. Burning. Aching. Throbbing. His grinds himself into me.
Suddenly a loud, air raid siren sounds, nearly scaring me half to death.
Andrew curses and tears his lips away from mine. He rolls off of me and I sit up in bed, clutching my chest.
“What the fuck?” I gasp.
My heart is hammering, pounding so hard it hurts. I’m going to get a stitch.
Andrew fumbles with something on his nightstand. The alarm stops but my ears are still ringing.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. Hunching over, he rakes his fingers through his hair.
A minute passes as we both catch our breath. My heart starts to slow. I consider scooting closer to him. I have the strongest urge to reach out and run my fingers along the smooth expanse of his bent back.
“I’m sorry,” Andrew says and stands from the edge of the bed. “I have to go to work.”
My jaw drops in disbelief as I watch him walk gloriously naked to his closet and disappear inside it.
Work? He’s just going to get dressed and go to work, leaving me hanging?
I feel cheap all of a sudden. I grab up the blanket from the bed and wrap it around myself. I squeeze my thighs together. I’m going to need a shower. A very cold shower.
I don’t know where my clothes are. I think they’re on the floor. I scoot to the edge of the bed and begin to search for them.
Andrew reappears. He’s now dressed smartly in dark pants and a crisp white shirt. He’s straightening a blue tie at his neck as he walks back in.
“I’m sorry, babe.” He stops near me. “You know how my dad is…”
Slowly, I drag my eyes up his body. The resentment bubbling inside me begins to fade. I do know how his dad is. I want to be angry at Andrew for getting me worked up, but I understand. I understand all too well being under that man’s thumb. I can’t hold it against him, even if my body is throbbing mad.
“It’s okay,” I say softly as my eyes meet his.