As his gaze rakes over my body, the fire in his eyes turns molten and pulls me into their depths.
I want him.
I’ve always wanted him.
From the age of twelve, I’ve loved him. Some girls swoon over movie stars or pop singers. Not me. Aaron Thompson was the idol of my teenage years—moody, angst-ridden and full of danger.
My nipples pucker, and my clit swells, and I blow out a deep breath. I’m going to go for it.
“Remember what I said about staying away from me?” He nods, his beautiful brown eyes trained on me. “What would you say if I said I’d changed my mind.” My voice shakes when I say this because I can’t believe what I’m proposing or what I’m asking.
“What are you saying, Taylor?” He steps closer and brushes his knuckle over my cheek.
“I think you know.”
“I might know, but I want you to spell it out for me.”
“For as long as we stay here, there’s nothing stopping us from enjoying each other, is there?”
“Not a single thing,” he agrees.
“We good?” he asks, a breath away from me now.
“We’re better than good.”
“For the next few weeks, it’s just you and me, babe. We can do what we want whenever we want.”
“Perfect,” I sigh against his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”
He lowers his lips to mine and catches them in a breathless kiss. I’m already aware of how hard his dick is.
For an instant, he breaks away, and asks, “Is this what you really want?”
“More than anything. More than you’ll ever know.”
Hope and desire fill his face, which fills my body with arousal. I want him. I can’t—won’t—deny it any longer. For too long, I’ve pretended like I didn’t want him, tried to force myself to hate him, but with every inch of my being, I need him, desire him.
“Come with me,” I say. Showing confidence I’m not sure I feel, I roll my shoulders back and stride from the lake. Water streams from my clothes and body and a light rain begins to fall.
I don’t miss the breath Aaron sucks in. I glance over my shoulder and shudder as his hooded eyes roam all over me, taking me from head to toe.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
He follows me out of the water to the bank and runs a shaking hand through his hair. “Tell me this is what you want. If you’re not one-hundred and ten percent sure this is something you want, we should both walk away now.”
I grasp his hand. “I want this. I want you. I can’t—won’t—pretend. Not anymore.”
He steps forward, closing the gap between us. “Fuck. You’re beautiful. So many days and nights, I’ve thought about you. Thought about us, and after what happened the other night on the beach, I thought it would never happen again.”
“For years, I thought about you, too” I confess. “Dreamed about you. The night after graduation, I tried to forget you. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn’t. I can’t.”
Aaron lifts his hand and strokes his fingertips between my breasts and down the center of my body. Heated shivers wrack me. Not even the pouring rain streaming over me cools my want, my fever.
“So many days I’ve cursed myself out for the way I treated you after I took your virginity.” He places the flat of his hand on my stomach and my insides flame. “You’re right when you call me an asshole. I was, I am.”
“Stop. You’re not…well, sometimes,” I say with a small laugh.
“Truth be told, I’m afraid of how I feel when I’m near you.”
I close my eyes, delighting in his nearness, in his confession. “I’m just as afraid,” I murmur.
I open my eyes. Aaron comes even closer, and his chest brushes against my breasts. He reaches down and pushes the soaked fabric of my tank top upwards. His warm fingers brush against my cold skin.
“God, you’re something else,” he says with a reverence in his voice I’ve never heard before.
His lips touch mine, setting my soul on fire, and I kiss him like a starving woman convinced she’ll never eat again.
I run my hands over his chest, up and down his arms, and over his biceps, afraid this will be my one and only chance to touch him. As if at any minute, he’ll change his mind and tell me we’ve made a mistake.
Our tongues duel and fight, tasting, savoring, consuming. I break our kiss and move my hands lower until my fingers reach the waistband of his boxers.
“Take these off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He steps away, and I watch in wonder as he shucks off his shorts and reveals himself.
The other night at the beach it was too dark to fully see or appreciate him, and the night he took my virginity is now a hazy memory. Seeing him in the flesh is everything I could ever imagine, ever want.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, awe filling my voice.
“God, Taylor. You have no idea how many nights I’ve thought about you. Thought about us. How many times I’ve jerked off to the night we fucked.” He wraps his hand around his hard cock and pumps back and forth.
I bite my bottom lip and reach for my breasts, my nipples harder than concrete demand and crave his touch.
He groans. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No.” I kept my gaze locked on his cock. His hand glides up and down with practiced ease, and I scrutinize his movements, studying what makes him feel good.
“Take your clothes off, Tay. Let me see you. All of you.”
Shaking, I cross my arms over my body and pull my tank top and sports bra over my head. Next, I shimmy off my shorts and thong.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Tay. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He releases his shaft. “Come here.”
I step forward, and he envelopes me in his arms. His cock presses against my skin, branding me as his. My legs wobble, and I’m glad he’s holding me up otherwise, I would have fallen.
Prickling sensations wash over me, rinsing away any tiny remnants of doubt lurking inside.
His eyes glitter. “After today, you’ll never think about another man but me.”
Desire soars in my chest, lifting me as high as the clouds. The rain grows heavier, but the tree canopy above our heads protects us from most of the downpour.
The pitter-patter of the rain and the muffled sounds of the forest are the perfect backdrops for what’s about to happen.
Aaron entwines his fingers with mine and guides me down to the blanket I’d set out for our picnic.
We lay on our sides, our bodies inches apart. He strokes a finger up and down the curve of my waist, electrifying my skin.
“Lie on your back,” he whispers. “I need to kiss all of you.”
I do as he asks, and he makes his way down to my feet before kissing his way up, skimming his lips over every inch of skin. I moan and squirm beneath him, needing more from him, needing all of him.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pushes my legs apart and swipes his tongue over my throbbing clit. I cry out, and my hips surge upwards, urging him to do more.
“Spread your legs.”
Without hesitation, I do as he asks, inviting him in, offering myself to him.
“Everything about you is perfect, Taylor.” Using gentle fingers, he opens my pussy, and for what seems like an eternity, he doesn’t move and doesn’t kiss me. I sink into the blanket and close my eyes, wiggling my hips, silently begging for more, more, more.
He chuckles, his breath tickling my skin. “Impatient?” Finally, he circles the tip of his tongue around and over my clit, making me gasp, and need, and want.
“Aaron. You’re killing me.”
His demanding tongue licks up and down my slick folds, and my body sings in response. Why had I wanted to deny myself this bliss, this pleasure?
He slides two fingers to my opening and eases them deep inside, and I melt onto the blanket. He dips his finger in further and further until he’s knuckle deep. My muscles clench around him, holding him tight, never wanting to let him go.
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sp; He returns his attention to my clit, sucking and licking my aching bud. The feel of his finger inside me while his mouth pleasures me leaves me delirious. The other night on the beach was nothing like this.
Exasperatingly slow, he slides his finger in and out, thrusting deep before retreating. Swirls of desire create a hurricane of yearning inside me.
Cool rain continues to fall, splashing off my bare limbs and off Aaron’s back, but it only adds to the magic of what’s happening.
Pleasure piles on top of pleasure until I can’t stand it. “Please, Aaron, please.”
Sensations engulf me to the point I feel overwhelmed, dizzy, floating. Aaron eases his finger from me and glances up. Hunger fills his eyes, but he doesn’t remove his mouth.
He clamps his hands on the inside of my thighs and spreads my legs farther apart. He doesn’t stop pleasuring me; if anything, his mouth becomes more demanding, taking everything he wants.
Leaning on my elbows, I arch my spine and raise my body.
“Oh, God. Please.” Undulating waves take over. I’m no longer in control. Aaron owns me and need for release consumes me. Blood rushes through my ears, pleasure coils in my belly, and arousal clenches every muscle.
He fixes his lips over my clit and flicks his tongue back and forth, sometimes firm, sometimes soft.
There’s nowhere I can go, nothing I can do but give myself to the sensations assaulting my body, my mind.
My orgasm hits. I scream and thrash against the onslaught of pleasure. Aaron holds my thighs firm, not allowing me to escape.
Wave after wave of pure bliss flows from that one spot, bathing me in happiness. Moaning sobs tumble from my lips. Gasping breaths whoosh from my lungs, but he still doesn’t stop. Incapable of giving him anymore, I slump onto the blanket in a coma of contentment.
“Damn, baby.” He inches back and brushes light kisses across my inner thighs and against the tip of my still fluttering clit.
“Taylor, Taylor, Taylor,” he whispers against my sweat-slicked skin. “What have you done to me?” Once again, he slides a finger into my pussy. My inner walls clamp down, and he pulls pleasure I didn’t know possible from my depths.
Shocks shake me, and I twist and writhe beneath his touch.
I gaze at him, his deep brown eyes rapt. No matter how long I live or where life takes me, I’ll remember this moment forever.
When he takes all I have to give, he eases his finger from me and kisses his way up my body to my lips.
“You’re everything I want and more,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I reach for him, place my palm on his scalp and draw him into a hungry, needy kiss. His tongue makes leisurely strokes around my lips, my mouth, and I crush my body against his.
“Take me. Make me yours.” I nip at his neck, at his bottom lip, and graze my teeth along his roughened jaw.
I hook my legs around his waist and lock him in place, trapping him. The heavens open and rain pours through the canopy, drenching us.
Neither of us cares because we’re too lost in each other.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“Believe it or not, I do. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, but I hoped.” Reaching over me, he grabs his backpack and unzips the front pocket.
He places the foil packet between his lips and rips it open. Reaching down, he sheathes himself and then guides the head of his cock to my entrance. Both of us hiss out a breath when he first enters me.
Thunder bellows from above, and lightning illuminates the grove. Aaron pushes inside, and I open up, inviting him in. He surges a little deeper.
Concentration lines his face and sweat beads his forehead.
“You’re so fucking sexy and beautiful,” he grits out. But he still doesn’t fully enter me.
I squeeze my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. “I want you,” I gasp. “All of you. Take me. I’m yours.”
Aaron growls and slides to the hilt. Both of us cry out, but the rain and thunder drown out our cries, our appreciation of each other.
At first, he moves his hips at a slow and steady pace. But that’s not what I want. I want fast, deep, hard. I want him to make the rest of the world melt away. To show me how desperate he’s been for me.
With his back bowed, he balances himself on his palms, and I balance myself on my elbows.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck, Tay.”
“Harder. Please.” My words come out in broken sobs as I beg him to take me. “Give me everything you have.”
The pulse in his neck thuds against his skin and his sweat drips onto me. He works his hips harder, faster, thrusting at a ferocious tempo.
Thunder booms and lightning flashes, and his thrusts become demanding, punishing, exhilarating.
I match him, movement for movement. Every time he moves, his pelvis brushes off my clit. The rise of a second orgasm builds within me, possessing me, turning me into a crazed woman.
“I can’t hold on, Taylor.” Pleasure contorts his face. He roars, and the throb of his climax sends me over the edge again.
Chapter 11
Aaron
I won’t fall for her.
I won’t.
I can’t.
I already have.
We’re related now. Maybe not by blood, but we’re related.
I look at her, lying beside me with raindrops decorating her sexy-ass body. A feeling I don’t want wells up inside me. It’s not love, but it’s in the family, and that scares me.
“It’s getting late,” I say. “We should start heading back before it gets too dark. We can eat at home.”
“Sure. Okay.” She turns to face me. “What now?”
“What do you mean, what now?” I ask, removing the condom, and then wrapping it in the packaging. I pull on my wet boxers and shorts.
“Where do we go from here?” she asks. “What are we? Are we fuck buddies? Are we more than that?” Her nipples pucker in the rain-soaked summer air.
“Let’s just say friends. Okay?” I stand, grab my shirt and pull it on. Goosebumps dot my skin when the cold fabric hits it. Darting pain stabs my shoulder but I do my best to ignore it. “How about friends who have fun.”
“Friends who have fun? Sure. I can do that.” From the way she says it, I’m not so sure she can. My cock likes the idea of sex on tap, of having a fuck buddy, but my heart wants something else. Something more.
If I could punch myself without Taylor thinking I was crazy, I would. Now isn’t the time or the place for anything as stupid as love. I have way too much shit going on without dragging anyone else into my life.
We both finish dressing and pack up. I ignore my throbbing cock and my tingling balls. If my body had its way, we would fuck all day.
“Do you have any other friends who are fun?” she asks.
I can’t tell if she’s hopeful, serious, or trying to be funny. I pull her to me and run my hands over the front of her body. Cupping her tits, I brush my thumbs over her still swollen nipples. “You’re the only fun friend I want or need.”
“Come on, Aaron. Look at you. Look at who you are.”
“Taylor, trust me. In the past, I’ve had hookups, but it’s not something I do a lot. I don’t have time.”
“Okay. I believe you.” A million dollars says she doesn’t.
Leaving the waterfall, we hike back to the cabin, and by the time we get there, the sun is setting, and the cicadas are out in force singing their song.
Before we go into the cabin, Taylor grabs my hand and stands on her tiptoes. She presses a kiss to my lips. It’s sweet and filled with emotion. “Thank you for today. Thank you for letting me be me. For helping me relax. It meant a lot.”
I kiss her back, but a sudden panic seizes my chest. Her words tell me more than she says.
She’s falling for me. Hard. I can’t let that happen. We can’t let that happen. My career comes first, and I’ll only end up breaking her heart, something I don’t want to do.
I should walk aw
ay now. I should get in my car, go back to California and fix my life there.
The way she looks at me is so trusting, and when she looks at me like that, I know there’s no way I can leave. At least not yet. For the next few weeks, I’ll have to be careful, or she won’t be the only one who ends up with a broken heart.
Chapter 12
Taylor
What if all guys aren’t assholes?
What if Aaron is one of the good guys?
But what if…what if him being a sweet, attentive guy is just an act? What if he’s playing me?
I know I’m getting myself in way too deep, and sleeping with him is dumb, stupid, idiotic, but I can’t help myself. I want him all the time.
My pussy is constantly wet. My nipples constantly puckered. Thinking about what we do together, and all the things we can and will do together has left me in a constant state of horniness.
Fucking at the waterfall yesterday blew my mind. Sex with him is more than I could ever have imagined, and I’ve imagined a lot.
I’ve now been with him a total of three times. That’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.
After we got back last night, we ate hot dogs, the PB&Js we didn’t eat because we were having sex, and drank beers. He didn’t come to bed with me, which I thought was weird after what had happened by the waterfall, but I didn’t push it.
Sitting up in bed, I grab my phone and check my emails. I’m still waiting for an email about changing majors. I sigh. There’s nothing in my inbox but junk.
I haven’t been accepted yet, but I also haven’t been rejected.
Feeling more than a little pissed, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen. Aaron is out on the deck pacing around with his phone stuck to his ear.
I pour him a cup of coffee and take it outside. When he sees me, he abruptly hangs up. Whoever he was talking to, he obviously doesn’t want me to hear his conversation. So many secrets. Maybe he does have a girlfriend, and he doesn’t want either of us to know about the other. But he wouldn’t do that, would he?
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He slides his phone into the back pocket of his shorts. “Thanks,” he says accepting the offered coffee. “Was talking to my coach.” I’m not stupid. There’s something—a lot—he’s not telling me. “Everything’s fine.”
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