Reaching back, I eased the toy into my channel and leaned my forehead against the mattress so my ass was high in the air. I began slowly, but soon picked up speed, fucking myself as if I was in my own room indulging in my secret fantasies. Harder and harder, faster and faster until I was on the precipice of coming. My body strained grasping for its climax. I wanted to come so fucking bad, and I would do anything to get it. I glanced back at Aaron. He’d undressed fully. His bronzed body more chiseled and magnificent than I ever imagined.
He stepped onto the bed, grabbed my hand to curb my movements and withdrew the slick dildo from my depths.
“You’re not coming on a toy.” He threw it to one side. “You’re going to come on my dick.” He seized my hips and held tight. Without warning, he slammed into me, filling me more than the plastic substitute. Stretching me wider than I’d ever known.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He punctuated his words with driving thrusts each one harder, more punishing than the last.
My muscles clutched his cock, undulating around him. Small cries fell from my lips, but they soon turned into wanton moans, then into desperate whimpers.
“I’m going to come. I’m going to co—” White light consumed my body and time stopped. I was vaguely aware of my screams, of Aaron hammering into me, of the pleasure rolling through me.
“Don’t stop, please… I—” Another wave of spasms washed over me and pulled me under. When I opened my eyes, I melted into a puddle of boneless goo on top of the mattress; my erratic breaths burned my chest. Aaron’s cock lay hot against my ass, and he traced swirling patterns over my lower back with his fingertips.
“Turn around,” he growled. He flipped me over and positioned his body over mine. “Next time, I’m going to record you. You’re a fucking wet dream when you come.”
“Sorry.” Heat flushed my skin and I turned from him.
His fingers clutched my chin and he twisted my face around to his. “Don’t ever apologize. The sound of you coming was as sexy as fuck and almost enough to make me explode.”
As he lowered his lips to mine, he wrapped his hands around my wrists and held them above my head. “I’m going to handcuff you to the bed. Then I’m going to pound you until you lose your mind.”
Although I was slightly apprehensive, I shuddered at the thought of being handcuffed. Bondage was only ever part of my fantasies. Not trusting anyone, it wasn’t something I’d indulged in, but I trusted Aaron. He snapped a fleece-lined cuff around one wrist then threaded the chain behind a spoke on the headboard before cuffing my other wrist. A sudden sense of vulnerability washed over me and I thrashed against my shackles, straining to get free.
“I don’t know about this…”
“Ssssh. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.” He trailed the tip of his tongue down my chest. “If you want me to stop, tell me.” When he reached my nipples, he sucked one into his mouth and nipped it with his teeth. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I twisted and turned and pushed my nipple deeper into his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
Aaron wrapped his hands around my ankles and bent my legs at the knees, spreading me wide. “I’m going to suck your clit and eat your cunt until you’re delirious. Before I fuck you again, I want your pussy swollen and dripping wet.”
I sobbed in response. Pressing my thighs to the mattress, he swiped his tongue the length of my slit. While he thumbed either side of my labia, his expert mouth sucked my swollen and sensitive clit. Gently, he nipped downward and slid his tongue into my engorged pussy. I writhed against him, urging him to tongue me. He moved away and I cried out eager for him to continue. I watched helplessly as he picked up the flogger.
“Ever have one of these used on you before?” he asked.
“No.” My back bowed off the bed, silently asking him to do as he wished.
His eyes filled with carnality before a light spatter of leather rained down on my clit. Back and forth, up and down, dancing against my flesh. Arousal dripped from me and I gasped and moaned needing more. If there was such a place as heaven, I was there.
“Harder,” I begged. “More.”
He stopped and dragged the tails up the center of my body to my nipples where he flicked the tails over my distended nipples. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the painful yet sweet sensations flooding my body.
“Open your eyes. If you can’t take it, maybe we should stop.”
My eyes snapped open. “No. I—“
“That’s what I thought.” With his free hand, he grabbed his cock and worked it until beads of pre-cum dripped from the tip. Watching how he pleasured himself was hypnotic. He swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, then brought it to my clit and coated me with his pre-cum. My stomach muscles tensed and my pussy tightened. I needed him and soon.
“Do you want to come again, Sky?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned.
In a rhythmic motion, he smacked the flogger over my clit again and again.
“Hold on as much as you can. Hold on until you don’t think you can. Let yourself go to the edge, but don’t fall. Can you do that, baby?”
I writhed and thrashed against my restraints, against the flogger. I didn’t want to hold on. I wanted to come now.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Aaron threw the flogger to one side. A low-level hum filled the air. “Your wet cunt wants filled, doesn’t it.”
I had to focus on how to form words before I could reply. “Yes,” I whispered.
He pressed the toy against my clit then my opening. Every muscle quivered and every nerve blazed. “Now, Aaron. I need you to fuck me. I can’t hold on.”
He moved the vibrator lower and pressed it against the thin strip of flesh between my pussy and ass. Every part of my body throbbed and my breath heaved in and out at ear shattering levels. I wiggled against him. “I’m begging you.” Need coiled low in my belly. Aaron slid the vibrator up and down.
The vibrations stopped. “Please, don’t stop,” I cried out. “Please, Aaron.”
He chuckled, lowered his head and tapped the tip of his tongue against the tip of my clit. Two fingers eased inside my clenching pussy, and, as much as my restraints allowed, I arched into him, but he pulled back. Frustrated sobs fell from my lips and tears stung my eyes.
“I’ll allow you to come if you accept my help with your business.”
“I fucking hate you,” I screamed.
He dragged his fingers over my g-spot and grazed his teeth over my clit. I bit my lip to hold back my moans.
“Say yes and I’ll give you what you need.”
The pressure coiling inside of me left me on the verge of shattering. Just a little more that was all I needed. I wrapped my legs around his back, holding him to me, digging the heels of my shoes into his ass.
“You’re looking for trouble, aren’t you?” He slid his fingers from me and pried my legs apart, holding them against the mattress.
“One word, Sky.”
The world spun. I needed to come. I needed the release he promised but refused to give.
“Yes. Damn it. Yes.”
He rocked back on his heels, a growl rumbled from his chest and he curved his hands around my hips. Pulling me up, he penetrated me in one smooth movement. We both cried out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on as if my life depended on it. Aaron lowered his thumb to my clit and twirled it around and around. Shoving me to the edge and off.
I held on to the bed spokes and screamed my release; my inner walls quaked and gripped Aaron’s pulsing cock. My glossy arousal coated him as he rode me, taking me higher and higher. Spasm after spasm rolled through my body and I bucked and jerked against the overpowering sensations. Guttural, shameless sounds burst from me.
“Fuck me hard,” I gasped. “Come inside of me.”
Aaron thrust hard and deep, his breaths came fast and shallow.
“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” I chanted.
At the sound of his name he groaned and fell onto me, and fucked me
in a frenzy of grunts and curses. With a few more thrusts, he erupted. His hot seed filled me and sent me off the edge again. My convulsing pussy milked his cock, taking everything he had to give.
My spasms lessened, and he covered me with his sweat slicked body, both of our breathing labored. Eventually, He eased from me, sending aftershocks rippling through me, and reached up to release my wrists.
“God, I…”
“You okay, Sky?” he asked kissing and massaging my arms.
“Yes. Good. Great. Perfect.”
He placed my hands over my stomach and curled into me. “You’re more than I imagined.”
“Why did you wait so long?”
“I thought my feelings toward you would lessen. If anything, they got stronger.”
I placed my hand over his still thundering heart. “Until tonight I didn’t realize how much I wanted you. Needed you.” I blew out a loud breath. “What now? Do we tell everyone? Our parents?”
“When the photos of me kissing your cheek hit the gossip columns, everyone will know. So what? It doesn’t matter if our parents are married. It all comes to down this—” he pressed his lips against mine and pulled me on top of his rock-hard body—“I love you.”
I smiled against his lips. “I love you, too.”
Desire pooled in Aaron’s eyes and his cock hardened against my wet core. With a smile, he flipped me onto my back and slid inside my warmth.
The End.
Discovering His Love
A Standalone Short Story
Chapter One
Carpet-soft lawns stretched as far as the beach. A canopy of trees surrounded me and provided shade from the punishing summer sun. I wiggled my toes in the thick grass and sighed. Alone. Finally. No snooty girls accusing me of stealing boyfriends. No one calling me a bitch, a skank, or a slut as I walked down the hallways.
Instead of spending the summer celebrating my transition from high school grad to college freshman, I decided to spend most of it by myself. I didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone.
If Ray Nash hadn’t lied about breaking up with Aubrey Tate, then I’d still be Willa Gibson, the sweet Southern belle who transferred to Manhattan’s Oakwood Prep during her senior year. But, because that egg-suckin’ dawg did lie, I became known as Willa Gibson the red-headed Southern whore who tried to break up the school’s golden couple. It wasn’t like Ray and I had done much more than kiss, although the night everyone found us, it looked a lot worse than it was. And, of course, they believed his cray-cray story about my unprovoked attack on him. The faculty took his side, too.
My ostracization began at a house party. Going with people I barely knew was dumb. Drinking whatever concoction was handed to me was dumber. Ray led me to a bedroom somewhere in the house—my memories are still hazy—tried to touch me in places I didn’t want to be touched, and even ripped my new dress. Drunk or not I could defend myself. Someone should have told him not to mess with a girl who had thirteen years of judo classes and competitions behind her. When I kicked his ass, he screamed like a little girl. Some kids, including Aubrey, stormed into the room, put two and two together and made five. After that, I was known as the school bike. And, because Ray was the one with the broken ribs, he was the one who got all of the sympathy. Plus, no one would dare cross his congressman daddy.
If my mom’s new husband Darren hadn’t intervened, I would have been expelled. For the rest of the year, I kept my head in my books and only spoke when addressed by a teacher. But now, I was free from the bullshit and in September, Georgia Tech would become my new home.
Before school ended, I begged my mom to ask Darren if I could hide out at his Hamptons estate for a few weeks. I needed time away from the world. Time when I didn’t have to defend my every word or action.
Mom didn’t know half the bullshit going on in my life. She was a good mom, truly she was, but these days she was so tied up in society parties and being Mrs. Darren Hewson that my problems weren’t a priority. I didn’t resent her happiness, we’d been on our own for so long and I was glad she’d found someone to love. Only my mom could go to Vegas on a girl’s trip and come back with a publishing mogul husband who thought the sun rose just to hear him crow.
For a while, she swore it was a mistake but when Darren declared his love and said he wanted to give it a try, we picked up sticks and moved from Savannah to Manhattan. It was like landing in Oz—for me anyway.
Darren’s two adult kids weren’t especially delighted about the union. Rose, his twenty-two-year-old daughter moved to the Bahamas to live with her mom. And his thirty-year-old son Rafferty, a to-die-for playboy who ran the Hewson publishing empire, made a big stink about there being no prenup. To keep him quiet, Mom signed a novel-sized document stating if it didn’t work out she would walk away with nothing.
Rafferty helped build his dad’s company into a global conglomerate. He didn’t want, in his words, ‘a white trash waitress and her illegitimate kid getting their claws into the family business.’
Darren agreed to me staying at the estate for four weeks. After that, he had a diary filled with fancy-pants soirées at various mansions and needed to stay at the house. He said I was welcome to stay all summer, but I didn’t want to. Schmoozing wasn’t my thing. When I left, I wasn’t sure what I would do. Maybe go back to Savannah and wait tables. My best friend Kimmie begged me to come down so we could spend some time on Hilton Head or go to Panama City aka the Redneck Rivera to ogle hot boys. That didn’t sound like a half-bad idea. It sure would be nice hanging out with people who didn’t make fun of my suthern accent.
The orange sun sank below the horizon and I sipped my lemonade losing myself to the roar of the ocean. The sound of barking dogs brought me to my feet. Who the heck was here? I hadn’t even been here for a day and was in no mood to talk to anyone.
Two chocolate Labradors bounded over to me. They were Darren’s babies—so much for giving me some time. Tara, the fairer of the two, had a red Frisbee in her mouth while Mika snuffled at my feet.
“Hey, you two terrors. What do you want, huh?” Tara dropped the Frisbee. “You want to play, is that it?” Both dogs looked at me expectantly. I picked up the disc and threw it as far as I could. They both sprung after it and I went in search of Darren. Despite the puffed-up façade he presented to the world, he had an enormous heart and caring soul. Sometimes I think he worried about me more than my mom.
The six-foot-two silhouette crowding the French doors wearing khaki board shorts and a white polo shirt definitely didn’t belong to Darren.
“Glad to see you haven’t burned the house down.” Rafferty strode toward me with an open bottle of beer in his hand. Annoyance snapped in his blue eyes.
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You thought I’d burn down the house?”
“Or at least throw some crazy parties.”
Despite his obvious unhappiness with me, everything about him was divine. Tousled black hair fell into his face in a way that made my fingers itch. How had I not noticed the dimples in his cheeks before, or how broad his shoulders were? For a man, he had beautiful full lips. I’d sure as hell like those lips on mine. I gave myself a mental shake. No, I certainly would not like those lips on mine or anywhere else for that matter.
He narrowed his eyes and took me from head to toe and back again. Under his scrutiny, shivery tingles raced up my spine. The air between us thickened and a hot breeze wafted his spicy cologne toward me.
“Why are you really here?” I crossed my arms and curled my toes, digging them into the grass. “And don’t give me some crap about making sure the house is okay.”
“I’d already planned on working from here for the summer. When I found out my dad said you could stay, I called your mother to let her know.”
I tilted my head and stared at him. “Why didn’t you call me yourself?”
“Not my problem. I wanted her to figure it out.”
“I’m not going anywhere, big brother. Not for an ent
ire month. Looks like you’re stuck with me.” The dogs came hurtling back and dropped the Frisbee at my toes. I picked it up and threw it for them.
“Seems so.” He lifted the beer to his lips and took a deep pull.
My heart palpitated so fast I swore I was going to go into cardiac arrest. Where was this coming from? He was my stepbrother. A playboy who toyed with women and threw them to one side once someone prettier came along. He was not someone I should be remotely interested in. And, yet…
I bit the inside of my cheek and chewed. This summer was not about falling for someone as unattainable as Rafferty Hewson.
Chapter Two
The rest of the week passed in a blur of Rafferty and me ignoring each other. I ran along the beach, played with the dogs, and even swam in the tepid ocean.
Some days, he shut himself in his office. Some days, he went into the City. The days he went into the City suited me just fine. Anxiety filled my stomach whenever he was in the house. The kind of anxiety you get when you’re sweet on someone but don’t want to see them in case they figure out how you feel.
As soon as I left for Georgia, my infatuation would leave with me and, hopefully, vanish. In a few years, I would look back and laugh at how my stepbrother made my panties melt. After I started school, we wouldn’t see each other all that much. He spent Thanksgiving in Europe and Christmas with his mother in the Bahamas so I wouldn’t even see him over any of the holidays.
On Saturday morning, when the dogs and I came back from our daily run, Rafferty was on one of the tennis courts in the middle of a game. A petite blonde, who wore a pair of shorts so tight I could see her religion, waved her racquet with a limp wrist and missed every shot. She could have stayed the previous night, but I wasn’t sure. A bitter taste filled my mouth at that thought. I didn’t want her or anyone else staying with him.
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