by Abigail Grey
Marcy trembled against him and she gripped at the forearm that held her to his body. He let his hand creep under the hem of her skirt. She made a sound, nearly a whimper.
“Look at him, Marcy.” Aaron’s command was whispered, but sharp.
Marcy lifted her gaze. She kept her face turned to the side, but she raked her eyes over the waiter as he watched them silently. She saw him looking at where Aaron’s hand continued up her leg, the full skirt hiding the path of his fingers.
“Should we share with him how brave you are? How eager you were to shock me? How much this, having him watch you, is making you want? Hmm?” Aaron slipped his lips to her exposed neck. “Did you know he wanted to see you like this? That when you were sweet and kind, ordering your lunch, he was watching the way you smiled at him? Thinking of what you would look like without this pretty little dress?”
At Aaron’s words, Marcy could see the slight nod and shift as the server agreed. Her mind raced, wondering at the truth of it. There had been no indication and she had only been friendly. Could it be true that this younger man had wanted her? She sagged slightly, into Aaron’s embrace.
She felt Aaron nod, a simple dip of his chin, and with a rueful smile, the waiter left. Marcy felt bereft when Aaron’s hands left her, but relieved when he turned her, pressing the items he had retrieved from the floor into her hands. He pressed a swift, sweet kiss on her lips, cradling her face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful, Marcy,” he murmured against her cheek. “Thank you for trusting me.” His hand slid down her arm to grip her hand. “Shall we be on our way?”
Again wordless, Marcy nodded. She followed him from the alcove, her mind still preoccupied by the revelation. With her lips feeling slightly swollen from his kiss, the quickness of breath that panted from her lips and the heat between her thighs, she knew he had just taken her from prim and proper to completely wanton. Yet something about his attention, and that little scene he’d just played out, made her feel lovelier than she had in months.
He was considerate in his stride, though his impatience showed slightly as he released her hand next to his Jeep. Marcy looked at the vehicle she had noticed only peripherally weeks before. Her jaw dropped when she took in the amounts of mud spattered on every exterior surface. Looking down, she realized there was no way she could get into the vehicle without ruining the white dress or flashing the entire parking lot. She looked up at Aaron, who was climbing into the driver’s side.
“Maybe I should drive,” she hedged quietly.
Aaron paused then looked over at her with confusion.
“You forget. I’m short.” Marcy gestured apologetically at the frame of the Jeep, the floorboards of which nearly reached her hip. “There’s no rail…or handle…or anything.”
Aaron grinned. “Sorry. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking.” He exited the car again, walking around to her side. “I think it will be hard for me to forget, though,” he began. He stooped slightly, quickly finding position with his arms at her knees and under her back as he lifted her.
Marcy shrieked, throwing her arms around his neck.
“I am finding that I rather like how tiny you are.” Aaron spun around, forcing Marcy to duck her head into the side of his neck with a laughing squeal. He placed her carefully in the passenger side bucket seat.
She sat still as he drew her seatbelt over her chest, the back of his hand grazing the tips of her breasts. He pressed another soft kiss to her lips, even as he pulled the belt to tighten it, almost punishingly, across her. She jerked at the feeling of it binding her. Her eyelids dipped and she peered up through the lashes. He tipped his lips in a knowing smirk as he gave another gentle tug on the belt. He stepped away, rounding the front of the Jeep.
Marcy reached out for the door, finding only air. Her gaze snapped to Aaron as he climbed in, ducking to avoid the roll cage. “There’s no door,” she observed, “and no top.”
“Very sharp, Marcy. I was almost afraid I had shocked you so much you wouldn’t notice. Hang on tight.” Aaron grinned.
With a sigh and a grimace, Marcy slid her cardigan on out of respect for the wind that would be soon whipping around them.
Chapter Fourteen
The movie theater was slowly darkening as the show time approached. The previews would begin soon, Aaron knew. It was to their advantage that the theater was nearly empty. He grinned at the thoughts running through his head, the things that could be teased and hinted at in a dark, empty space like this.
He and Marcy had chosen their seats near the back of the stadium-style seating. With drinks and a mix of nostalgic candies they had chosen over laughter, the appearance to anyone else was that of any normal dating couple. The veiled glances she kept shooting him and the shivers each time he brushed his hand over her skin spoke of the tension that had sprung up between them.
His dominant nature was starting to really enjoy the way she reacted to him. With each touch came that shiver and a gasp that would part her soft lips. His words, no matter the innocent nature of them, would bring her eyes to his lips. When he stepped closer to her, she leaned toward him. Even now, with light conversation at their seats, waiting for the movie to start, resting his hand on her knee brought her to turn her body toward him.
The movie began, drawing their attention away from each other. The action movie had been an easy agreement and Aaron was grateful. He would have been willing to sit through a romance, but the adrenaline pumping explosion of action would keep them both on a different level.
Twenty minutes into the movie, though, he cringed as another spray of blood hit the camera lens. He felt the sudden spasm of Marcy’s muscle under it. He turned toward her, seeing her grimace in the light from the screen.
Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “Close your eyes, Marcy.”
She turned slightly, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she obeyed his whispered direction.
“You’re not enjoying the movie, are you?” he whispered.
Her reaction was a quick shake of her head.
“Would you like it better if I distracted you?”
The shifting shadows on her face revealed her parted lips, though he couldn’t hear what he imagined to be another breathy gasp over the squelching noises of the next dismemberment on the screen. He moved his hand on her knee, gripping it and pressing her to uncross her legs.
She clenched her hands where she had clasped them in her lap. Her eyelashes flutter on her cheeks.
“Keep them closed, Marcy. Just listen to my voice. Think about my hands.”
The muscles in her thighs relaxed under his fingers as he spoke. They parted farther, the material of her skirt dipping into the space left. She quickened her breath and her breasts heaved slightly. He touched the bare skin of her neck with his lips, just below her earlobe. “Sit still, sweet thing. You don’t want anyone looking back here to see, do you?” He crept his fingers up her skirt, sliding over her inner thigh even more slowly than he had at the restaurant. He stretched his other arm behind her, brushing her shoulder and the ends of her curly hair.
Aaron looked down at his hand and the way her skirt bunched up around his wrist, now that his fingers were two-thirds of the way up her thigh. “I can feel you shivering, you know. Like a little wild thing, just waiting to see what I’ll do to you.” He gripped around her thigh, squeezing suddenly to feel her jump. “Is it enough to feel my fingers there? Or would you like more, Marcy?”
He had to rein in his desire to take more immediately. He could feel the heat of her just inches from his fingertips. He knew it would be better for her and for him if she admitted that she did want more. Her consent would make it all the more savory.
The minute thrust of her hips paired with the breathy whisper of “please” in his ear made his control nearly snap. The soft moan from her told him that she felt his fingers tighten on her shoulder as the others covered her pussy.
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at the feeling of the smoothly shaven skin, o
f warm, wet pussy lips. The sensation seemed to sharpen his clarity, opening his eyes again to scan the theater. Ensuring that he could see only the backs of people’s heads, he moved his fingers on her sensitive flesh. He shifted his other arm, moving it from her shoulder to a light caress over her mouth. Holding her loosely captive in his arms this way, his whispers found her ear again.
“Bite down if you need to, sweet thing. Don’t let them hear you.” To punctuate his words, he slid his middle finger between the concealing lips. He hoped her answering squeak and the way her teeth dented the skin of his palm indicated that he’d rubbed his finger over the nerve-filled button before he pressed it slightly inside her.
Her eyelashes tremored against her cheek before he looked again at their companions in the theater. Her heavy breathing and sighs were hidden by the continuing carnage on screen. Still, he tempered his own reactions to the scent and feel of her under his hand.
He penetrated the drenched inner heat of her cunt with two fingers. The gasp forced her teeth to release his hand. He stroked her with a sure, consistent pace, sliding in and out slowly.
“I think that when you come for me, Marcy, we’ll leave. If you’re open to it, we’ll go somewhere that I can explore you completely. I’ll be able to see your curvy little body laid out for me, just waiting for me to play with such a pretty little toy. Would you like that, to come for me? To play?”
She nodded against his hand, her lips pursed and brushing the slight injury her teeth had made. She shivered with each thrust of his fingers now. “Then do it. Come apart for me.” He thrust his fingers in, curling them against the wall of her saturated pussy, stimulating the bundle of nerves.
She bit down again, even as he closed his palm over her lips to drown the sharp whimpers. Her muscles constricted, her body releasing with spasms that trapped his fingers with a clutching, punishing grip.
He stilled until her breathing was less halting. He gently removed his fingers from under her dress. A wicked thought occurred to him and he whispered, “Open your eyes, Marcy.”
She opened her eyes slowly. The slightly unfocused gaze cleared as she blinked up at him. He held his fingers up to her, knowing how they would glisten. He wanted her to see how much he enjoyed her trust, how it affected him to have her so aroused at his touch. He noted the way her eyes focused on those fingers, but a gasp ripped from him at her further reaction.
Untangling her fingers from their grip, she wrapped her hand around his wrist. Pulling those fingers forward as she pulled his other hand from her lips, she licked at their length, long and slow. A soft sigh, nearly a purr, reached his ears. She opened her lips wide, taking both fingers into this different warm wetness. She met his eyes, a hint of tease flashing among the utter submission of her sated gaze, just before she began to draw them out, sucking the flavor of her own pussy from them.
Aaron grabbed her wrist, bolting to his feet, and pulled her behind him, no longer caring about the disruption as they left the theater.
Chapter Fifteen
Marcy stood in the center of Aaron’s living room. She felt almost prim now, her hands clasped in front of the dress that covered her modestly. She held her bag and cardigan loosely in those hands as they traded the inane chatter that spoke to the shift in mood and location.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“No, thank you, I’m fine. It’s a nice apartment.”
“Thank you. It’s a good location.”
“Nice neighborhood.”
Aaron stared at her from behind the counter in the kitchen. She shivered, unsure where to start. She swayed slightly when he paced out from behind the island cabinet. He reached her but didn’t touch her.
“Marcy?” came the hesitant whisper.
Marcy parted her lips, but she couldn’t find a response. She closed her eyes and took a deep, bracing breath. “Yes, Sir?” she exhaled.
He groaned, his hands lifting to cradle her face as his lips took hers hungrily. Marcy tossed the sweater and purse aside, uncaring as to where they ended. She rose to her tiptoes, still feeling tiny and delicate as he bent over her to consume her. He wound one of his hands around her waist again as he had in the restaurant. He towed up against his body, her toes only grazing the floor occasionally with the strength and height of his grasp. She mirrored him, hands pressed close to her body as her palms framed his jaw.
He tore his lips from hers and tipped his forehead to rest against hers. “Wait. Safewords. We need to wait.”
Marcy gave him a soft, secret smile. “Don’t you know it? You heard it at the party, didn’t you? I said it right to you.”
She felt his chuckle as it resonated from deep in his chest. The feeling of it rumbling against her own ribs needed savoring.
“Caramel?”
“Caramel,” she affirmed, her face tipping to offer her lips to his. She wanted to taste the flavor of him again—movie candy and coffee and something dark she couldn’t name.
Shock claimed her when he instead lifted her higher, pressing his shoulder into her torso to fireman carry her farther into the apartment. She squealed, laughter pealing from her as he swung her down to bounce on his mattress. She laughed boldly when he wrapped a hand around her ankle, pulling her into position so he could bend over her, bracing his knee beside her and planting his hands beside her head.
“Now what ever shall I do with you, little one?” Aaron’s blue-eyed gaze pinned her in place, causing her body to react with a squirm and arch. “With you here in my bed, you are begging me with your lips to kiss you again, but I also know you want me to touch your breasts. I can still smell you on my fingers, you know, even though you were such a good girl in cleaning them off.”
Marcy felt his eyes trace down her body, even as she watched him, felt the heat that spread from the aching curiosity of ‘what next?’
He clenched in the neckline of her dress, dragging it downward. He revealed her strapless bra, the lace hinting at the hardness of her nipples. His soft groan before his head bent pressed her into another arch, her tits meeting his lips. He grazed her nipples with his teeth, and she felt it through the covering. He moved his hands to her skirt, shoving it up to reveal her nudity.
Once again Aaron dipped his fingers into her. Marcy moaned at the invasion, spearing her fingers into his hair while he used his to lips play with her nipples. One, then the other, Aaron teased at them with his tongue and teeth. As he stroked her glistening cunt again, Marcy knew she would fly apart under him once more. He prodded gently at her G-spot again, catapulting her to that precipice.
His other hand circled one breast, squeezing gently as a finger flicked at her nipple. “Come for me, little one. Give it up.”
The haze clouded her vision as Marcy’s abdomen clenched with the overwhelming stimulation. The inner muscles of her cunt flooded and clamped down on him. The spasms came strong and hard, but dissipated into bone-melting satiation. She gasped for breath, her gaze focused on the fan that drew lazy circles on the ceiling.
He drew her dress down farther, over her hips and down her legs. She smiled drunkenly at him, languorously enjoying the pleasure coursing through the afterward, even as he pulled at her arms to sit her up.
His fingers fumbled at the catch of the bra. Marcy giggled. “Need some help?”
“Brat,” he laughed. “Careful or that kind of attitude may come with a consequence.”
Her responding noise sounded oddly like a purr. “Promise?” She smirked when he raised an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Aaron disentangled the offending lingerie and threw it behind him. “Okay, fine. Open your mouth.”
Marcy slid off the bed to her knees at his feet. Looking up at him with something brazen waking in her, she opened her lips wide, her tongue lying across her bottom lip.
Aaron’s answering groan of frustration gave the reaction she had hoped for. “Oh, you are dangerous, aren’t you?” he muttered while battling the fly of his shorts. When he succeeded in open
ing them, he grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged it off, ignoring the buttons.
Marcy gripped the hem of the shorts and pulled, the scent and promise of what she was able to do for him spurring her on with equal fervor. His briefs, solid and cotton—nothing fancy—stretched over the hard length of cock. The outline was so clearly visible that she leaned forward and traced it with her tongue.
He yanked her hair slightly, twisted in his fingers, but she welcomed the small ache as, between them, his underwear hit the carpet. She paused a moment to enjoy the sight of his cock—thick, heavy, and straining toward her. His dick flexed with every wash of her breath over it.
“Marcy…” he growled out in warning.
She leaned forward once again, pressing her lips to the surface of his skin, just to the side of where the hard shaft extended. Turning her head slightly, she drew her tongue from the base to the tip, a full taste, before she wrapped her lips around the head for a first suck.
Her shock hardly had time to register before she found herself flat on her back on the bed again.
“You are dangerous, little thing. I can’t let you do that yet. Not now. But I will, later, as much as you want, sweet one. I promise.” Aaron reached over her head, retrieving something, his breathing heavy.
“If you need a safeword, tap my thigh. Okay, little one? I can’t trust myself with your mouth available right now,” Aaron chuckled. He caught Marcy’s chin with his thumb and finger, pressing it to open. He held up a scrap of white lace, the same lace that Marcy had pressed into his hand at the restaurant.
Marcy felt her eyes widen, even as she slid her tongue out in acceptance of his makeshift gag. He pressed the lace deep into her mouth and the effect was immediate. She could feel the moisture being sapped from her tongue, soaking into the fabric, and she could taste hints of her own wet flavors lingering. Her whimpers were muffled, but she still saw the reactions they caused in Aaron. He seemed to inflate with each of her helpless noises, gaining strength and surety from them. He savored her vulnerability in the same way that she thrilled in his dominance.