The Deal

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “What’s up?” he asked, his arms circling around me. My lips touched his for a fraction of a second, and he returned my kiss.

  “I was hoping you would be,” I whispered, my hand reaching for the zipper on his jeans.

  Aron’s eyes shone. “Really?”

  My fingers traced over a small bulge; cupping his growing erection, I massaged him gently. Aron’s eyes rolled back for a fraction of a second.

  “It’s the ride I wanted to take the most all day.”

  He reached out, his hand resting on my butt as I massaged him gently.

  “You tease me,” he whispered.

  “Don’t worry; I plan to please you too.”

  His grin widened as he guided me over to the bed, I let him, pulling him along with me.

  His lips crashed against mine, his teeth grazing my lower lip as his fingers traced over the curves of my body.

  I moaned softly as he sat down on the bed, pulling me on top of him. I grinned, straddling his lap. My fingers tangled in his hair as we fell back on the bed, our kiss growing more and more passionate. My eyes locked on Aron’s. They sparkled as he looked at me, never breaking contact.

  My heart skipped a beat. I thought about back at Coney Island and then took a deep breath and forced myself to keep my mouth shut.

  I pulled away, just enough for my teeth to graze his neck gently. Aron moaned, his fingers tracing along my back ever so slowly.

  His fingers brushed my skin, slipping up my shirt. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he pulled me closer to him, rolling me onto my back; his lips traced along my jawline and towards my neck, covering every inch of skin in kisses.

  “Aron ...” I moaned his name softly.

  His teeth nipped at my skin. His eyes blazed with lust as I said his name. My heart skipped a beat seeing the look on his face.

  He pulled away, looking me up and down. His eyes shone as he traced a hand up my shirt, pushing it up so he could see my skin.

  “Sit up.”

  I did as I was told and let him pull my shirt over my head. I wasn’t used to a man having so much control.

  “Lay back down.”

  Again, I did as I was told. His eyes sparkled as his lips lowered to my breasts, pushing my bra out of the way as he kissed my skin.

  I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his tongue played with my nipple, his hot breath sending goose bumps over my skin.

  I felt his hands grab hold of my jeans, pulling them down without bothering to unbutton them.

  It all happened so quickly. My pants were off and had been thrown to the other end of the hotel room.

  My heart raced as desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. I pulled Aron towards me, my lips crashing against his. A soft moan escaped me as his fingers wrapped in my hair and he straddled me. He pulled away, his lips trailing along my jawline and towards my earlobe. He nibbled my earlobe softly.

  “Undo my pants,” he whispered, his fingers still in my hair. He pulled away from me as I reached for the button on his jeans, undid it in a fraction of a second and had them pulled down to his knees.

  I pulled his boxers down and his thick cock sprang forward.

  He moved up my body, straddling my chest. It didn’t take any verbal communication for me to know what he was getting at.

  I opened my mouth. Without a word, his cock slid into my mouth.

  I moaned, taking as much as I could into my mouth.

  Aron’s fingers tightened in my hair as his hips worked, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster and faster. Careful not to go too deep.

  My eyes rolled back as I relaxed my body. I moaned, letting my tongue flick over his cock as it moved in and out of my mouth.

  Aron’s fingers tightened in my hair as he let out a soft moan.

  He pulled away suddenly.

  My eyes snapped open to see him climb off me and spread my legs. He settled down between them, grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to him.

  Holding onto my thighs, Aron’s lips lowered to my pussy. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my panties, through my folds and into me. My fingers tangled in the sheets as his tongue worked over me, inside me, exploring every inch of me he could reach and then back out, circling my clit, teasing me as I moaned louder. He pulled me closer to him. His tongue poking in and out of me faster and faster, slipping out, circling my clit.

  My eyes rolled back.

  Then it all stopped.

  I opened my mouth to protest, but nothing came out as I watched him slip off the bed and head towards his bag.

  I watched him pull the condom out of the front pouch and come over to me with a wide grin. I slipped my panties off and tossed them onto the ground with the rest of my clothing. Aron made his way back to me.

  I watched as he slipped out of his T-shirt, his muscles flexing as he tore into the condom package and slipped it over his thick cock.

  I spread my legs, welcoming him to me as he crawled onto the bed, reaching out for my hand. Our fingers tangled together as his head touched my folds. I gasped as he thrust into me, my fingers digging into the bedding. I bit back a moan as he pulled away and thrust back into me.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Soft and gentle at first, but getting faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  He squeezed my hand gently, thrust into me.

  I moaned, my eyes rolling back. With all the foreplay, I knew neither of us would last very long, but I didn’t want to finish already.

  I squeezed his hand seconds before he pulled it away from me. His lips touched my mouth gently.

  “Play with yourself,” he whispered against my lips.

  His words sent a shiver down my spine that was more than welcome.

  I reached between my legs, my fingers circling my clit.

  “I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned him.

  “Good.” His voice was thick with lust and pleasure. “I’m not either.”

  My heart raced as he thrust into me faster and harder; my mind still on his words.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My fingers circled my clit, faster and faster. Keeping time with Aron’s every thrust.

  His lips lowered to mine, his teeth grazing my lower lip gently.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  He pulled away, and I opened my mouth to protest as his eyes sparkled.

  “You wanted to ride me, didn’t you?”

  My heart did a backflip as I watched him lay down, and I crawled on top of him quickly, sliding him inside me. I moaned as he filled me, my eyes rolling back. My fingers pressed into his chest as I began to move.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fast and hard, his cock slamming into me with every movement. I moaned as I reached between my legs again, rubbing my clit.

  Aron’s fingers traced over the curves of my body to my breast. His thumb and forefinger playing with my nipple. I gasped, riding his cock faster.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My fingers circled over my clit, faster and faster as my eyes rolled back. I was so close.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  My fingers traced over my clit, keeping time with every thrust.

  Aron’s hands moved away from my breast, down to my hips, digging into my ass gently. I moaned louder.

  Aron took over, pulling me down onto him, one hand tracing up the curves of my body.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Fast and hard he thrust into me again and again.

  My moans turned into a soft scream, my fingers digging into his skin as he slapped my ass gently. I gasped.

  That was enough to send me over the edge.

  My hips bucked against him as my toes curled.

  “Ohhhh fuck,” I moaned as everything went a hazy white.

  My fingers dug into Aron, causing him to moan softly
against my ear.

  “Cum for me,” he whispered.

  I buried my face into the crook of his neck, muffling my moans as I gasped. Pleasure surged through my body. I panted, my toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure surged through me.

  “Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Another wave of pleasure ripped through my body.

  Aron gasped, thrusting into me harder and harder.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  I moaned, another wave and another. The next wave softer than the last.

  Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

  Soft and gentle. Just like the last wave of pleasure that rippled through me.

  I took several deep breaths before I pushed myself up. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I stared down at the man I was with. My lips touched his for a fraction of a second, and his fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss.

  “I love you, Melina.”

  Chapter Eleven

  He hadn’t said much after he rolled me onto my back and slid out of me. I was still in shock.

  Why would he say that to me?

  What would possess him to do that? Did he actually mean it?

  Why would he say it if he didn’t mean it?

  So many questions, and I wasn’t willing to ask them. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answers and wasn’t even sure I knew how I was supposed to react.

  Guilt tugged at the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t told him I loved him back. Would he think that meant I didn’t love him? Would he want to break up with me if I didn’t say it back?

  I watched as he made his way into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I heard the tub start up and pushed myself up, then stopped.

  Maybe he needs some time alone. I thought.

  Really, what was I supposed to do? I blew out a deep breath and stared at the door to the bathroom for, well I don’t even know how long. Finally, I got up and padded over to the door. I pushed it open gently and peeked in to see Aron lying in the jetted tub. He looked up at me.

  “Do you mind some company? Or would you rather have some time to yourself?”

  “I’d never ask you to leave.” His eyes sparkled, but he looked nervous. He looked away from me as I stepped into the tub and got comfy.

  “So …” I cleared my throat. “Back there …”

  “Yes. I guess it was a little ... rash of me, I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry?” I raised an eyebrow.

  “Well … I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

  I smiled. “You didn’t.” I paused, reaching out and taking his hand. Do I love him? I thought I did. But what did I really know? I mean, we hardly knew each other, right? So was it stupid to tell him I loved him.

  Our fingers tangled together and I squeezed his hand gently.

  “I love you too, Aron.”

  Stupid or not, I was going to do it. I was going to take a risk, and if that meant I got hurt then so be it. I gave him a wide smile as I watched the relief relax his shoulders.

  “You’re not just saying that because I said it?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong, you … kinda shocked me there. I had to process but … I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I just … wasn’t sure if I was being crazy or not.”

  It felt good to get it off my chest.

  We didn’t say anything; instead, we just lay there relaxing in the bath. It wasn’t an awkward silence, though. It was content.

  And it was that moment that I realized just how much I wanted to live with him. Not just to save money but so we could do things like this. So we could just have a bath together at the end of the day. So we could relax and enjoy each other’s company without having to talk.

  In an effort to get the best flights, we were flying out the day after we got there; well, not really. It was going to be 1:00 a.m. the second day, but we didn’t bother getting the hotel room for the day that we weren’t going to be there. Instead, after spending the day out sightseeing and buying me an extra big purse to put everything in, we headed to the airport and spent the night there. It was easy to say that there was a lot to do there. I’d never thought that I could have done so much at an airport. A massage, a manicure, hell, I could even buy a laptop!

  “Wow.” My mouth fell open. I’d never realized that airports were like little shopping malls.

  Aron laughed softly as we headed to the gate we’d need to be at. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

  “I … wow.” I was speechless. After the past couple of days, I couldn’t help being speechless. Between everything that I’d seen and Aron telling me he loved me, I felt like a whole new person was going to be coming back home in my place.

  I’d already emailed my landlady about getting out of the lease, and she seemed okay with it.

  “So, do you think your mom will take it okay? I mean, if we move in together?”

  “I don’t think she’ll be surprised. I’ve always had a bad habit of moving fast, and she’s always known that … but I think she’ll be worried about what kind of person you are.”

  “You mean if I’m a gold digger.”

  “Yes.”

  We fell silent for a couple of seconds. I was guessing that was something a lot of people were going to worry about when it came to me.

  “It will help that she knows you now,” he added quickly. “But she’s my mother; she’ll always worry about me.”

  “Of course; I totally get it.”

  Just like my dad would probably think he was just trying to take advantage of me because I was young. I didn’t dare say that out loud, though. Aron didn’t need something else to worry about, and I knew our age difference was a big deal to him. We sat down on a couch together, and I stared aimlessly at a TV.

  “I’m going to get some water. Do you need anything?” Aron stood.

  “No, thank you.”

  I didn’t pay much attention as he walked away and only looked away from the TV when someone sat down on the chair beside the couch. She was a little older than I was, I could tell because she had a wrinkle. But she was well put together. It looked like she was traveling for work, in business casual and carrying a leather briefcase. For a split second, I was a little jealous. She looked beautiful and successful.

  That’s what I wanted to be.

  I wanted to be everything that it looked like she was.

  I took a deep breath and smiled back as she gave me a soft smile, forcing myself to look away from her before I became creepy. I’ll get there one day, I promised myself.

  Aron sat down beside me, opening a bottle of water and taking a sip.

  The woman cleared her throat. I turned to see her, but she didn’t pay any attention to me. Her eyes were locked on Aron.

  Jealousy tugged at me.

  “Do you have the time?” she asked. “My phone is dead.”

  “Oh,” Aron looked down at his watch. “11:43.”

  “Thank you.” She gave him a flirty smile.

  “You’re welcome.” Aron returned her smile, though his wasn’t flirty.

  I took a deep breath trying to calm my jealousy. Relax, the conversation is over.

  “Are you traveling for work?” she asked.

  And the jealousy was back, this time, mixed with annoyance.

  “Fun,” I answered before Aron could say a word.

  The girl looked at me. She looked me up and down and then smiled. “It’s so nice to see a father and daughter travel together.”

  “Pardon?” Aron reached over and touched my thigh gently as he looked up from his phone.

  The girl worked hard to control her reaction, and I’ll give her credit. Her jaw didn’t drop; she didn’t wrinkle her nose. She did a good job, actually.

  “Nothing,” she said quickly.

  And that ended our conversation. A few seconds later, she stood and walked away.

  I grinned as I turned to Aron, ready to comfort him ov
er what had just happened. To my surprise, he returned my grin.

  “Well, that was … interesting.”

  “I think you played it very well.” I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Thanks.” I leaned over just long enough to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll see you later.”

  “See you later.”

  The weekend had been amazing, there was no doubt about that, but it was safe to say we were moving really fast, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as I made my way across campus. I knew Aron wasn’t going to be able to drive me to work every day, but it was nice that he had today.

  My heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Rebecca. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. You said you were going to do this; you bought it. You should just do it.

  I didn’t want her to think that I was going to be a bitch to her just because she was being a bitch to me. No, I wanted to be the better one. I wanted to prove that I was mature enough to let things go, and if she wasn’t … well, that was her choice. I took a deep breath, opening my eyes and rushing over to her.

  “Hey,” I said a little breathlessly, coming to a stop in front of her. “I got this for you.”

  Before she could even speak, I dropped a keychain in her hand with I <3 New York written on it.

  “I know you don’t have a lot of keys to put on it, but I thought it would be better than the tank top that had it written on it.” I forced a smile over my lips before turning on my heel and stepping out of her way.

  “Wait,” she said.

  I froze.

  “You know … we’re going to the same class; I guess it wouldn’t kill us to walk together … I mean …”

  I gave my friend a smile. “Sounds perfect.” I motioned for her to come on; otherwise, we were going to be late for class.

  “So, you went to New York this weekend?”

  “Yup.”

  “That’s … cool.” I’m pretty sure I heard bitterness, but I didn’t mention it. “It must be nice …” She trailed off.

  I knew what she’d been about to say. I swallowed dryly, trying not to feel hurt. It seemed like people were just going to think that I was with Aron because of his money.