My chest heaved as I took in his words. The feel of his body had my skin prickling as the area between my thighs grew wetter.
“Do you feel that?” he asked as he thrust my hand down between his hips.
“Yes,” I answered quietly as my fingers traced his hardness. He groaned lightly and then turned me to face the pallet as he ground his hips against my backside.
“I’m so hard for you,” he commented as his hand snaked around my body to grip my breast.
I knew I should stop him. I knew I should cry out and that I should push him away but it felt so good. Instead I stayed completely motionless as his other hand snaked around my body and up the inside of my shirt. I could feel the bare skin of his fingertips on my breast as he pulled one cup of my bra down and replaced it with his hand. My nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch and I couldn’t help myself as my body fell back against him. His tongue flicked my ear and teased down my neck. My mind reeled in a jumble of wanton desire as it sought to take in what was happening.
Catching a grasp on reality I whispered, “Wait.” It was so quiet that I wondered if he had even heard it as his other hand reached up to pull down the remaining bra cup. His two hands clasped both of my tits as he hungrily sucked my neck. “I can’t,” I continued attempting to be more forceful. Yet he didn’t stop – and I didn’t want him to. He removed a single hand and undid the button of his jeans. I could hear the Zzzt sound of his zipper as it slid down. Seconds later both of his hands were gripping the hem of my skirt, and with little resistance the fabric slid upwards in folds around my hips. “I hate you,” I gasped as he ground his hardness against my backside. His fingers worked their way inside of the fabric of my panties and pulled them to the side.
I heard him laugh lightly as he listened to my words. He knew I didn’t mean them. At the same moment they were leaving my lips I was pressing myself back against him practically begging for him to thrust himself into me. In fact, that was exactly what I was begging him for. I could have said “no” a million times but my body was saying “yes, yes, yes”, and in that moment so was my mind. The first and only time the two had agreed on anything having to do with Jacob. Right then, mind and body both wanted to be filled with him and only him - his smell, his voice, his body, his cock. All other thought drifted away and I found myself moaning as he pushed me forward over the beer stack.
I gasped as his cock pressed between my legs and slid between my moist lips. I was so turned out that I couldn’t have stopped if I’d wanted to. He kicked me legs wider as his hand gripped my shoulder to hold me steady. With a single hard push, he thrust himself inside of me. All of my teenage dreams were finally coming true. He roughly pressed his hand to the back of my neck and held me down as he thrust into me hard and fast. This wasn’t love making, but something about it was different…it wasn’t just fucking either. As he thrust into me over and over, I could feel something deeper growing between us, something I couldn’t put a name to.
I closed my eyes and listened to his passionate grunting. I loved the sound of him as he pushed himself deeper and deeper. Suddenly he released my neck and pulled my back up against his chest. He pulled my head to the side and bit at my neck as he continued to move inside of me. I couldn’t stop myself as I began to moan. The feel of him was too much to bear.
“I’m going…I’m going to finish,” I gasped.
“Me too,” he replied as his mouth teased my collar bone. “Let me feel you cum,” he whispered gruffly as he slammed himself in again.
His words and the feeling of him inside of me were too much and I felt myself spilling over the edge and into oblivious. My entire body shook and pulsed as my orgasm roared through my body. I could feel myself clutching around him and with two more thrusts he was filling me. I could feel the heat of him as he gave me stream after stream. Then as quickly as it had started, it was over and he was pulling himself out of me and zipping up his jeans.
I straightened my skirt and turned to face him. I felt suddenly embarrassed about what had just happened despite the fact that he had instigated it.
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way. Tell me about your bigger problems so that I can take care of them for you.”
Tempting Me
Aria:
The only thing I need is him...
It was the night before my wedding. Maybe I cursed it by visiting my fiance. I didn’t expect him to cheat on me with my best friend.
That night I ended up going to the strip club. The same one I went for my bachelorette party. That guy told me to come back if it didn’t work out. I laughed at the thought. Well, it came true, because it didn’t. What was I to do next?
Ryan:
I want her, but I know I can’t...
I had my eye on her the whole night at the club. Usually, I can control myself. But not that night.
She came from a rich family. I came from the trailer. She was educated. I wish I was. There was no way it would work. But maybe if things changed, they could?
This is a full length bad boy novel, with NO cliffhanger and a happily ever after.
Excerpt of Tempting Me
“Most likely. You might even be able to settle quickly out of court. It will save you fees and time.”
“I think,” he says deliberately. “I think if there is money that comes out of what happened to them, I want to use it for something less superficial than what I have been doing.”
I tighten my hand around his in reassurance. I know it must be hard for him to share this with me.
He stops me and places both of his strong hands on my shoulders. The sun is bright and I notice for the first time that he has hints of gold in his dark hair. We are so close I can smell his soap and the scent that is singularly his. For a moment, I think he is going to kiss me. I try not to look at his smooth lips but when I turn my focus to his broad muscled shoulders, it just makes the anticipation worse.
“I want you to help me to read.”
His words jar me out of my reverie.
“Read?” I stammer.
“Yes, you said you can help me. Will you do that?”
“Of course I can. I mean, I would like to help. I’ve done some training and some volunteer work with kids that have learning disabilities.”
I worry that he will take offense at my using the word “disability” but he seems almost relieved. I can’t imagine how it must feel for him to know that with some tools and practice, he’ll be able to read as well as most people.
We make a plan to meet in the morning so we can get started right away. I need to do some studying myself on how best to go about helping him. I have only worked with kids, so this will be a change for me.
Ryan’s piercing eyes hold mine when we go to part ways and he takes both my hands in his.
“I knew you were someone special when we met.” He leans in and kisses me softly on the forehead.
Then he is gone around the corner before I can say anything. I want to yell after him that I knew the same about him, but I stay silent.
I get back to Theresa’s and all I want to do is sit on the couch and process everything that happened. She is there waiting for me though.
“Well, what did he want? I hope you didn’t let him sweet talk you into bed.”
“It wasn’t anything like that,” I told her. I don’t tell her about the dyslexia but I do tell her about his parents. I had forgotten that she knew them and she is upset by the news.
“Was the fire only in their trailer or were other homes in the park burned as well?”
I was so caught up with Ryan and his problems that I didn’t think about Theresa’s mom. Just because she hasn’t spoken to her in years doesn’t mean she wouldn’t be concerned and saddened if anything happened to her.
“From what I can tell, it was just Ryan’s parents and their home.”
“Wow, this is awful … poor Ryan. Now I feel bad for being so hard on him when he came by this morning.”
“I’m sure h
e understands,” I reassure her. “He apologized for how he behaved the other night at the club.”
“Good. He needed to apologize. But promise me you’ll be careful around him. I don’t want you to get hurt and all he knows how to do is use women for sex.”
I don’t want to argue with her about Ryan right now. Especially because a part of me knows she is probably right.
“I’ll be careful,” I promise.
My phone rings and the caller ID shows that it’s my father again. I take the call both because I don’t want to talk about Ryan with Theresa anymore and because there is no point in putting off talking to my father.
“Aria, your mother is too upset to talk but she wants to know if you’re safe.”
“I’m fine. I’ve made some new friends, have a safe place to stay since you kicked me out of my home, and a job.”
I don’t tell him that I’m living in a studio apartment in a questionable neighborhood and that I’m tending bar in a strip club.
I can hear him pass this on to my mother and then he pushes forward with the real reason he called. They need my answer now so that they can cancel the wedding before guests start flying in for the occasion. The rational part of me knows this is the right thing to do. But the hurt daughter in me wants to scream and yell at them for being such harsh and judgmental parents.
I think about my promise to Ryan and of how when I’m with him, I know I can do anything I want. I also think about the way he held my hand and the glimpse of what might be between us in his intense gaze. We will be spending every morning together and I am just as excited about that as I am about being able to help him change his life.
“I’m not coming home,” I finally tell him. “You can go ahead and cancel everything. And just remember; all I did was decide not to marry a man I don’t love and to stay in the city and start a career. You are the ones that are cutting me out your lives.”
My father doesn’t bother to reply but simply disconnects the call as his answer.
For better or for worse, New York and the club and Theresa and Ryan are my life now. I head to the library to use the computers and start a lesson plan for tomorrow morning so I’m prepared for my first tutoring session with Ryan.
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