Aquarius - Mr. Humanitarian: The 12 Signs of Love (The Zodiac Lovers Series)

by Tiana Laveen

  Suave. Yes, that was a good description of the man, too.

  He makes me feel calm. So at ease…

  …maybe too much at ease.

  Her pussy wept as she studied the way his ass moved in his dark denim jeans. The mighty bulge in his groin that begged for her to stare a wee bit too long was drawing her attention once again. Shaking herself away from her perverted gaze, she cleared her throat and brought up something, anything to pull her dirty mind out of the gutter.

  “I know you said you contacted Golden Farms on my behalf and they stated that the interview went well, but we never really got into the meat and potatoes, if you will, about where we go from here.”

  “I actually have your report all written up. Had we not had this date, you’d be coming into my office tomorrow but I planned to go ahead and follow up with you tonight since we’re seeing each other. Hold on a sec. Let’s get those drinks we were talking about a while ago.” He tossed a smile her way before grabbing them both a cold beer from the bar. “Here you go.” He handed her the frosted mug and she yearned for the flavor and coolness of the liquid to hit her tongue. “So, now that you know that they liked you and want a second interview, we’ll get that scheduled, okay?” She nodded and took a sip. Damn, it was good. She hadn’t had a beer in months. “I think you’ve got a really good chance. You impressed them.”

  He squeezed her free hand as they walked through the loud arcade side by side. Like this, she felt—dare she say it—happy. She polished it off then set it down on a vacated table. A casual drinker, she chose to indulge this evening, fall into the vibe. She relished the blissful, frenzied energy. People laughing, playing, competing, loving each other’s company.

  Then, everything shifted when he looked down at her. She returned his gaze. He stood about 6’2, and though she was 5’9 in heels, he still towered over her as if she were a jewel that had fallen onto the floor by mistake. Without warning, he scooped her into his arms and kissed her, the warmth of his mouth consuming her. Her breath hitched, then she closed her eyes and let go. Tongues dancing leisurely along one another, he took his measured, delightful, rhythmic time. Like a tidal wave in slow motion…

  Damn.

  When he pulled away from her, she placed her hands around his face and brought him close again, not quite ready to turn him loose. The warmth of his caress along her back made her shudder as they pressed their limbs together, clothed flesh begging to break free from the confines of silly fabric.

  “Oh, shit.” She lightly chortled as he released her once more. “Nice. You’re a great kisser.”

  “Thanks. You’ve got some of the softest lips I’ve ever had the pleasure to sample. Your gloss tastes good, too.” He smiled down at her before landing another kiss, and then one more. When he pulled away, they were smiling at one another. She was scared to breathe, lest she break the enchanting spell.

  “Tell me something. When did you realize you were interested in me?” She cocked her head to the side and batted her lashes, unable to resist flashing a flirtatious smile.

  “After our first meeting, actually. I wish I would have asked you out right away, but I had to think about it first. This is not really something I am supposed to do. I mean… it’s not against any rules or anything but I imagine it’s not exactly encouraged, either.”

  “Naturally.” She rose on tiptoes and landed a peck on his lips.

  “I’ve never asked a client out before. But with you, well,” he said with a shrug, “I needed to take a chance. You only live once, right? Anyway, are you having a good time?”

  She nodded and turned towards a large arcade game with flashing blue and green lights.

  “Yeah, I’m having a great time.” The lights blinked over half of the man’s body, illuminating him as if he were made of electricity, bolts and buzzes, technical wizardry and out of this world, psychedelic frenzy. She fell into a sudden daydream as the beer in her system helped her sigh with relaxation. How beautiful. The arcade seemed to grow quiet, the edges of the world soft as she stared at them without blinking…

  Those damn lights are so pretty, I can’t stop looking at them…

  They reminded her of Christmas in her grandfather’s house when she was a little girl. Grandpa was all about the big light shows. He’d toil for days out in the cold stringing those lights. He didn’t care how bad the weather was; he was determined to go through with it because, to him, the reward far outweighed the labor.

  Aiden drifted behind her like a wolf—and she the prey. She looked up at him, loving the look in his vibrant, green eyes… wanting, wishing, hoping…

  She nibbled along her lower lip, inviting him in for the kill. He got a little closer. “Can I be blunt with you for a second, Aiden?” She began to step backward, her gaze seducing as she coaxed him into a corner with her.

  “Yes, I guess so.” He offered a crooked a smile as he took the bait, coming to stand only a foot or so away.

  “I want to take you home.”

  At this, the man burst out laughing, so loud she could practically see his damn tonsils.

  “That’s not exactly the response I thought I’d get!” she said, mortified. She’d taken a chance and was shot down like a prisoner on the run.

  “No, you’re not understanding me.” He shook his head, grinning all the way. “I didn’t even say anything, actually… That was just my natural reaction because in no way, shape, or form did I think I was going to get remotely close to lucky tonight. Trust me, I’m not blowing you off. I like what I’m hearing. I mean, look at you.” His eyes glazed over with lust as he looked her up and down. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to go home with you?”

  “Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a lady.” She chuckled nervously as her pussy throbbed from his admission. “But I have no idea what’s going on with my life.” She took the final swig of her drink and slapped it down onto a nearby table. “One thing I know for certain is that I want a fresh start, to begin again. I’ve played by the rules for most of my life and right now, well, I want out of the ‘do this, do that’ mantra. I followed the guidelines of life, and it didn’t work for me. So now, I want to try something new… you.”

  “So,” he said, sliding his arms around her waist and bringing her close. She loved the scent of him, the sound of his naturally raspy voice, and the mischievous look in his eyes. “You’re inviting me over to your place for a little tryst?”

  “Yes… yes, I am. Are you game?” She grinned.

  “I’m game all right. I think we better get going so I can take you up on this spectacular offer that I simply can’t refuse.” He was smiling wide, showing all of his gorgeous white teeth.

  “I hope you work me as well as you worked those controls on that Street Fighter II game.”

  “Oh, baby, no worries.” He laughed as he stood so close behind her, she could feel his groin pressed into her ass. “That was just round one. Playtime is over. It’s time for the real games to begin…”

  It was almost one in the morning and the smell of jasmine and vanilla candles filled the newly remodeled apartment with a sweet aroma he rather enjoyed. “Right Down Memory Lane” from Minnie Riperton played from an old, scratchy radio that sat on the floor. Addison’s low-rent place wasn’t spacious, but it was nice, clean, and full of the things that more than likely made her feel at ease. As she freshened up, Aiden lounged there under the toasty caramel sheets of her bed, wearing nothing but his light blue boxers. He’d placed his wallet on her nightstand and checked a time or two, ensuring he’d brought condoms.

  A persistent, light, thumping noise could be heard out the window. Rain. Rising from the bed, he went to open the blinds and pull the dark curtains apart just so. He loved rain. The smell of it, the feel of it against his skin. Rain was like an elixir to his soul… It washed everything away, all the bad muck and gunk of the world. He could be soaked in it and never get enough. He and Perry used to run barefoot in the puddles as little kids, stomping and screaming their cares away.
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  The bathroom door opened and he hitched a glance over his shoulder.

  There she stood, her short, curly dark hair wet, as if she’d been caught in a storm, too. He surmised that, in some ways, she had. A deep red towel was wrapped around her glistening body, as she moved with careful steps, like one would around broken glass. She tiptoed towards the bed, then slid under the sheets, sandwiching herself between them, looking coy and demure.

  “It’s not the best view,” she said with a half-smile.

  He walked over to her. “It’s all right. A parking lot… but at least you can see some trees.”

  She pulled the sheets farther up her body, thrust her arms beneath the covers, then discarded the towel, letting it slip to the floor. Hooking their gazes, he reached for the cottony material around her and slowly, so very slowly, pulled it down and revealed her full breasts. He dropped his eyes to them, swallowed as he took her all in. The almost black areolas and the small nipples, standing to attention, called him by name.

  Her moans soon echoed in the room as he climbed over her, wedging himself between her warm thighs. Her body heat felt like the creature comforts he’d never known. Engulfing one nipple into his mouth, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into the moment, loving the softness of her skin. Sliding his arms around her waist, her drew her impossibly closer as they grinded their bodies together, his oral embrace of her beautiful breasts growing in intensity as he craved her more and more with each passing moment.

  “I love your breasts. Damn… they’re perfect,” he whispered between licks and dedicated sucks of her tender flesh. Her fingers roved in his hair, then along his neck. Releasing her, he travelled south, away from the luscious mounds, until he found himself in her sweet, sunken valley of love. Pressing his thumbs between her thighs, he spread her legs apart, then slid his tongue slowly up and down her dripping crease. She was completely clean shaven, allowing him to not be tripped up by curls as he hastened his pace, drawing her beautiful clit into his mouth and giving it the attention it so deserved.

  “Oh God…” she groaned as she bucked against his mouth, her wetness turning him on in ways she couldn’t possibly understand.

  “You like how I eat your pussy, baby?” He moaned into her love.

  “Yeah… so good…” She gritted her teeth when he slid a finger in her dripping wet hole, but kept his tongue caresses on her clit at a fevered pitch. Studying her response, he kept on task. She was so close…

  She’s about to explode…

  He finger-fucked her soft and slow, then hard and fast. The gushy, delicious sounds of her pussy made his already rock-hard erection throb. Her yells and screams of ecstasy vibrated through his body as he clamped her hips to press her into his face, bringing her so close to his working mouth, he could barely breath. Face wet, chin dripping, he kept on, overdosing on her delicious scent and the sounds she made. Her body was a damn paradise and he couldn’t wait to slip inside it. When she’d settled, he got up on his knees, trying to wipe the smirk off of his face, but it was damn near impossible. Rubbing the wetness off his chin, he sucked on his fingers, relishing the last taste of her. She looked at him in an almost helpless sort of way, a watery smile on her face and her eyes so hooded, she looked practically asleep.

  “You are officially crowned the royal pussy eater.” She chortled, her voice lazy and relaxed. “Nice tattoos, too.” On his right shoulder was an elaborate python that winded all the way towards his elbow and on his left pec, a royal crest with a skull wearing a king’s crown. He cracked up at her announcement as he worked his way out of his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. “And you are also officially the owner of a prize dick. Nice!” She grinned as he ran his hand along it, teasing her so.

  “If you didn’t like what you saw, what would you have said?” He snickered as he scooted closer, reached across her body and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.

  “Nothing at all… I still would’ve wanted to fuck you.”

  He winked at her, tore the condom wrapper open, and proceeded to slide it down his shaft.

  “Turn over on your stomach.” She did as he asked, her ass slightly hiked up, just as he liked it. Pulling her up a little, he studied her curves, dips and dives. “You are so fucking amazing… I mean, I know you are aware of this already because you take real good care of yourself, but shit, Addison… you have an absolutely amazing body.”

  “Thank you. Some of it is just genetics though. Trust me, I like a good apple pie every now and again and will destroy a bowl of Oreo cookies ice-cream in no time flat.” He laughed then slapped her on her ass, causing her to burst out in a fit of giggles. “FUCK!”

  He entered her forcefully, then paused when half way inside. She pounded the mattress with her fist and though he couldn’t see her face, her pussy told the rest of the story… The little honey pot creamed right before his eyes as he gave slow but steady thrusts. Pressed against her back, he caressed her arms then wrapped his hands around her breasts. Kissing her shoulders and upper back, he kept pumping within her, not giving her all that he had to offer just yet. Her pussy was so fucking warm, just like the apple pie she claimed to love. Her beauty poured from the inside out, but he wasn’t sure how to say it, or even if he should. With each thrust, he fell deeper under her hedonistic spell. She had curves, a striking beauty mark here and there, a freckle or two, perhaps a birth mark as well. Her unique markings along her body made her beautifully flawed, regardless of the perfect lines of her muscles that danced beneath her taut, deep copper flesh.

  “Aiden…”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Clasping her impossibly tighter, he drew her needy body to his, plunging within her. His thoughts churned, his mind a whirlwind. He loved her vulnerability and strength, her authenticity. He loved her feminine ways, her high standards, but also her ability to simply say, ‘Fuck it. I am going to try something else and see where it takes me.’ He craved that so desperately—someone who could be open minded like himself. Someone with dignity and desire.

  “Shit!” she cried out as he increased his pace, almost fully engulfed in her slick pussy.

  “So wet… you don’t know how you’re making me feel!” he yelled, rocking against her, holding back his yearning to fill her with his pent-up desires.

  “You fuck so good!” She balled the sheets tight in her fist as if her life depended on it.

  He stared at that hand of hers, the way the skin stretched over her knuckles as he went in deep—as deep as he could—thrusting and rocking the headboard into the wall with each lunge. Suddenly she turned and cast him a glance over her shoulder. Eyes moist, holding back, she burst free as their gazes locked. He reached for her chin, forcing her to stay that way… to look him in the damn eye as he came. She shuddered against him until he tumbled down, taking her with him. His pelvis pumped hard and fast against her ass as he chased the last of his climax.

  Their moans and cries overlapped, clamoring and climbing over octaves, while their bodies shivered in the candlelight. A few jerky, involuntary hip thrusts, and he rested, breathing harshly against her back, his eyes closed, mouth open and chest pounding. Gathering his last bit of strength, he reached for her to turn her over onto her back. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her so deeply, his heart raced. He raked his fingers in the curls that framed her face and leaned into her collar bones, tracing them with his lips.

  “Let’s do it again.”

  She smiled at his request, but the woman was winded, breathless.

  “Yesss… I can—”

  He squelched her words with another kiss, then reached for a fresh condom…

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  A Valentine’s Day to Remember

  There was no snow that afternoon. In fact, it was unseasonably warm for February. Addison felt as if she’d dreamt the entire thing up, but when she’d seen his gorgeous body lying next to her earlier that morning, fast asleep, she’d realized it hadn’t been a dream after all.
She’d fucked her vocational counselor and she’d liked it… no, she’d loved it, and there was no turning back.

  That morning he’d taken a shower and got ready. After planting a kiss on her lips, he headed out, saying he was going to swing by his house to get changed and head into work. He’d promised to call her later in the day.

  Now here she was, jogging along the path near her apartment complex, trying to make sense of what she’d done. It wasn’t in character, but she knew there was no point in lamenting about it. She had no regrets. The man was a good conversationalist, smart, gorgeous as hell, and there was no sense in denying the obvious—a beast in the bed. Just then, her cellphone buzzed. She paused, still jogging in place, and snatched the phone from her windbreaker.

  “Hi.” She couldn’t help but smile.

  “Hey,” came the raspy, deep, sexy voice. “I was in a bit of a hurry this morning trying to make sure I wasn’t late to work, but I wanna tell you that I had a really good time last night.”

  “So did I, Aiden.”

  “Good… Look, two things. First of all, the second interview is scheduled. You’re going in next week on Tuesday at 10:00 a.m.”

  “Yeah!” She jumped about, excited. “Awesome!”

  “Secondly, I wanted to know if you’d like to meet up for lunch today?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “How does Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse sound?” Her face warmed as she grinned hard.