by H. L. Swan
“Cum for me baby,” I whisper into her ear.
Her moans grow louder, and I clamp a large hand over her mouth, so no one will hear her beautiful sounds. “That’s right, baby. Cum on my throbbing fucking cock.”
And she does, nearly sending me over the edge. Wanting to enjoy her body, I keep going. I can tell she’s overstimulated.
“Aiden.” She whimpers through ragged breaths.
“Shh, be a good girl. I’m not finished yet.”
Her nails rake across my back, her whimpers driving me so close to the edge. I slam her against the wall, keeping a steady, hard rhythm as I pound her tight pussy. I can tell she wants to say something, but she keeps stopping herself.
“Speak,” I demand.
“I want you…to…” She moans.
I grip her waist tighter, ramming inside of her as deep as I can go. “What do you want me to do to you, baby?” I whisper in her ear between ragged breaths. She’s so wet.
“Choke me,” She moans.
Hearing her say the words alone almost makes me cum inside her. Luckily, we’re always good about wearing condoms. If my girl wants me to control her and choke her, I’ll gladly do it.
My voice cracks as I imagine my hands around her small throat. “If it’s too much, just pinch my side, okay?”
She nods.
I continue thrusting, bringing my hand to her soft, delicate throat. My black ink against her milky skin looks sinful. I start off gentle, but she’s an impatient girl and leans in hard against my hand.
Fuck. I squeeze harder.
The view I have is perfect. The only thing supporting her body is the wall, my hand on her throat, and my cock as she bounces on it.
“You love when I take you, don’t you?” I rub her clit with my free hand, eliciting more whimpers from her.
Deciding she’s had enough, I loosen my grip around her throat. She whimpers. I make sure to fuck her rougher and faster for several minutes to make up for the loss of contact.
I pull out and set her on her knees. Taking my cock in my hands, I begin to stroke it after ripping the condom off. “Open.”
She obeys. She always obeys. So perfect, so fucking sexy.
I press my dick into her mouth, gripping her hair as she twirls her tongue around the tip. With a groan, I unload myself down her throat. I relish in the feeling of pushing her head down as my warm cum drips inside of her.
She swallows as though it’s her favorite drink, all the while looking up at me through batted lashes.
What have I done to this girl?
I help her up and guide her to Ricky’s closet. The thought of her wearing anything of his infuriates me. She’s only allowed to wear her clothes or mine. Period. Luckily, my girl knows better, and finds some of Ashley’s clothes.
She throws on a pair of Soffee shorts and a hoodie before heading to the bathroom. She fixes her hair in the mirror while she wipes away some of me from her soft face.
“I love that my cum is coating your throat right now.”
Although she just had my dick down her throat, she blushes crimson.
It’s so fucking cute.
Emilia
∞∞∞
“I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve.” Aiden’s deep voice breaks the silence in our room.
I lift from where I lay on his chest and look into his eyes, glad to be home with him. “Don’t be. I know you’re doing important stuff. I just…miss you.”
A sheepish grin appears on his face. “I could tell. Fuck, you looked so good tonight. Next time, give me a warning if you want to play like that. I was about to make your ass so raw; you wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a week.”
He grabs my throat gently and I ease myself into it. I love that feeling.
He removes his hand and studies me with a smile. “Well, you’ve got me for a week starting tonight. What do you want to do tomorrow?”
“You took off work?” I jump up and sit crossed legged on the bed. I do a celebration dance when he nods, making him laugh.
“So, what do you want to do?”
I shrug. “Maybe dinner?”
He smiles. “Emilia Banks. Do you want me to take you on a proper date?”
I blush. “Maybe.” I laugh when he playfully tickles my legs.
“Well, what are you in the mood for on this date?”
I think for a moment. Italian sounds romantic, sushi sounds delicious but I’m really feeling something more specific. “Hmm, any good seafood restaurants around here?”
He ponders for a moment. “I’ll do you one better.” He gives me a sly dimpled smile as he grabs his phone from the nightstand.
“Hello. Yes, I’m doing great.”
He traces his fingers up and down my bare leg absentmindedly.
“Mhmm.” He nods. “I was wondering if you could prepare the jet to leave tomorrow morning. My girlfriend would love some seafood.” He winks at me.
A jet?
“Yes, I’m thinking that place we went to last summer with that huge market.”
He looks at me with his perfect, dimpled grin after hanging up. “Text Ash and tell her and Ricky to pack for the week.”
I gasp. “A week!” I exclaim, surprised. “As long as I’m back by Friday!” I squeal in excitement.
He nods.
“Where are we going?” I hold back my need to jump in his arms.
“Brazil.”
He laughs as I pounce on him.
Twenty-Two
The entire experience thus far has taken my breath away.
It’s hard to explain the beauty of the private beach house Aiden rented for us. Tucked away in the thick exotic forest against the coast of Brazil, there’s enough room for privacy but it’s still small enough to be cozy.
It’s too dark to see a clear view of the ocean but the moonlight casts a shadow on the obsidian water. I can tell it’s going to be a spectacular view when we wake up to the morning sun. The deck outside our bedroom door leads to another bed.
I smile remembering when Aiden took me for the first time on an outdoor bed.
Aiden comes up behind me, moves the hair from my shoulders, and kisses the sensitive area of my collarbone. “Do you like it?”
I flip around and stare at him in shock. “Do I like it? I love it!” I squeal, jumping into his arms.
The word ‘love’ coming from my lips makes my heart skip a beat. I hope he doesn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice.
“Let’s head out and sit by the fire with Ricky and Ash!” I suggest.
He sighs, grabbing my ass. “I just want to fuck you all night.” He playfully whines as he runs a hand through his hair.
I blush, hesitantly shaking my head. “I don’t want Ash to think I’m neglecting her.”
He rolls his eyes, placing a firm hand around my neck. “You shouldn’t care what anyone else wants from you.” He bites my neck. “Only me,” He growls playfully.
I tighten my legs at his words. I love how jealous he gets over everything. It’s my biggest turn on. I know I’ll always win in the end, anyway. I plant my hands on my hips and pucker my lip out, giving him a sad expression.
“Fine!” He throws his hands in the air.
I laugh, leading Aiden outside. I win.
Ashley and Ricky are fumbling with marshmallows while Aiden throws a blanket on the ground. I sit down next to him, admiring his frame as he puts an arm around me. I fit so snugly against him, it’s the perfect fit. Ash hands me a stick with a marshmallow on the end and I lean towards the fire.
Aiden pulls me back, “I got it.” He kisses me on the cheek before taking my stick and roasting my marshmallow to perfection.
I chew the gooey sugary treat. “You act like I would fall in.”
He looks at me with amusement. “You’re my clumsy girl.” He laughs, planting another kiss on me.
“I’m not that clumsy. Plus, I’m not fragile, you don’t always have to protect me.”
I don’t want to tell him I love how protective he is.
He pulls me close and whispers in my ear. “You will never be unprotected. I don’t give a fuck if I die. I’ll find you and protect you beyond this world.”
I bite my lip, looking up at him with admiration. How can he care so much for me? I want to wrap my arms around him, but I refrain out of respect for Ashley. I look over to see her gaping at us. “What?”
She shakes her head and laughs, grabbing Ricky’s hand. “I just never imagined Aiden being so gentle with anyone.”
Aiden throws a handful of sand in her direction.
She dodges it by throwing a blanket up. “Nice try loser.” She sticks her tongue out.
I laugh.
Ricky clears his throat. “So, the bar–”
Aiden cuts him off with a hand and smile. “No work talk. We’re here for the girls. You too, Ricky, you deserve a vacation. You’re a hard worker and I’m thankful for you.” Aiden stiffens as though surprised by his own words.
Ricky beams, grateful to have the support and recognition. “Thanks, man.”
Aiden opens a beer for me, and I take a sip. I don’t care for the taste but after a few, it grows on me. With a nice buzz, I sit by Ashley on the blanket. I had to pull myself from Aiden’s grip, but once I tickled him in front of Ricky and Ash, he practically pushed me to her. So serious in front of other people, but I like it. He’s only playful with me.
Her eyes are a little glazed like mine. We laugh as the guys tackle each other on the dark sand. All is perfect. The four of us here, enjoying life. The threat of everything is back at home. Security lurks in the shadows, but I try and forget why they’re here.
“I never tell you enough how much you mean to me.” I tell Ashley with as much seriousness as my tipsy voice will allow.
“Aww, Em! I love you so much!” She wraps me in a tight drunken hug.
We watch Aiden take Ricky down for the fifth time. Aiden doesn’t tire, but Ricky does. We try to warn them of their injuries, but they ignore us.
After a few hours of us talking about life and our plans for the week, Aiden tosses me over his shoulder and carries me caveman style to the room.
I playfully hit him, but he doesn’t feel it. “Put me down, caveman!” I yell drunkenly.
Ashley laughs behind us as they stumble in the sand back towards the house.
He pounds his chest with one hand. “You. Woman. Me. Man.” He jokes in a deep voice.
That night, I drift off into sleep with a peaceful trance that I haven’t felt in a while.
Happy. Secure. Safe. All in Aiden’s arms.
∞∞∞
The next days are spent in bliss as we jet ski along the coastline and eat local food from the seafood market. All I wanted was a nice, normal date with Aiden. Look at what he’s done for me.
How did I get so lucky?
All the negatives aside, my life has changed for the better since he’s come into my life. I was a shell, a naive girl who didn’t know herself. I’m still learning, but he’s taught me my worth and showed me confidence. He’s brought back my drive to follow my passions. Yes, he’s protective. Yes, he’s possessive of me but that’s what I want and need in a man. Especially someone as powerful as him, as sweet as him, as sexy as him.
Aiden and I walk hand in hand down the busy streets of Brazil where the locals have set up booths along the cobblestone streets. I stumble over a smooth, protruding rock at the same moment as a girl bumps into me. Aiden peers at us critically from where the girl and I lay in a heap on the ground, our legs tangled.
She apologizes profusely as I shake my head, laughing at our equal clumsiness.
“It’s totally fine!”
Thankful she speaks English because I don’t speak a lick of Portuguese.
Aiden relaxes and laughs.
As the couple walks away, I hear her boyfriend laugh as he guides her through the crowded pathway. “Scar, be careful!” He jokes, helping to adjust her dress.
I spot a yellow dress at one of the colorful booths. It looks to be handstitched, made with talented hands. Aiden follows my admiring gaze and asks the woman at the counter for one in my size. I want to argue about spending more money on me.
He looks at the dress and whispers, “That would look fucking amazing on you.” His fingers graze my bare shoulders.
Even in the hot Brazilian sun, chills wreck my body.
We head to a zipline park after. My terror grows as we rise above the tall trees of the Amazon Rainforest. I had been confident, but while standing at the edge as a man buckled me into a harness tight, I got nervous.
Aiden stepped up possessively and double-checked his work. When Howard came around and checked it a third time, I rolled my eyes.
“Guys! I’m not going to fly out,” I joke.
Aiden crosses his arms in warning before smiling when the man releases the rope.
I scream as I race down and over the treetops, going way too fast. I manage to calm myself after a few minutes to enjoy the view. The lush forest beneath me, and the sounds of animals. The skyline dominated everything. It was unreal.
I grin as Ashley lands on the platform after me. Her normally perfect hair is a tangled mess, which I braided for her while waiting for the guys. Aiden and Ricky are full of adrenaline after the zip line. I don’t blame them. It was exhilarating but I’m exhausted and hungry after a long day of fun, Ash too.
It was an amazing thing to see Aiden, who is normally high strung, relax and enjoy himself.
We lay under the stars on the outdoor bed back at the beach house after dinner. A perfect breeze rolls over us. Aiden’s sharp features are illuminated by the brazilin moon.
My heart pounds inside my chest. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I know I told Ian I loved him, but I had no fucking idea what I was talking about. I didn’t understand the gravity of the words then, but now I do.
I’ve wanted to tell him this entire trip, but I kept chickening out. I know all too well how short life is, what if something happens to one of us? I’ll regret every day not telling him how I felt.
How can I live with myself if he doesn’t know?
I take a deep breath, hoping to steal some of the confidence he always has.
Aiden
∞∞∞
I lift Emma’s chin, knowing she has something to say.
She takes a quick anxious breath and whispers, “I love you.”
I pretend I didn’t hear her over the raging storm. We’re protected under the patio as we lay on the outdoor bed. The rain creates a dramatic moment as I run my fingers through her soft hair.
Fuck.
“Aiden, did you hear me?” She asks quietly.
Her heart pounds against my chest.
Please, Emilia. Please don’t say it again. I silently plead with my eyes.
She takes a long deep breath. “I love you, Aiden Scott.” Her eyes hold her words.
I look away from the intensity of her gaze. She sniffles when I don’t respond.
Say something, Aiden. Fucking something. She needs me. She needs me to hold her. But, how can I?
I can feel her holding back her tears beside me. She’s so fragile right now I’m scared she will break if I touch her. Thunder roars and the air is thick. It envelopes and traps me, closing me in.
Lightning burst through the sky, illuminating her broken expression.
I need to get the fuck out of here before I suffocate.
I slide out of the bed and throw my clothes on. Her wide eyes follow my quick movements. I pace between the patio and our room, gathering a few things in a haste.
She sits on the bed, her delicate hands wiping the tears from her face. “I’m sorry, Aiden. I di–”
I cut her off with a single hand, not wanting to embarrass her further. “Emilia, please, just drop it okay?”
Her face contorts, a look of betrayal on her delicate features. “I didn’t ask you to say it back. But don’t ask me to pretend I don’t lov
e you.” Her voice cracks at the end.
It’s like she said it once, and it’s all she can say now. Like the flood gates are open.
Fuck, I’m so fucked up. I shouldn’t be here.
She deserves more than me. She deserves more than a man who doesn’t know what to do when a girl, so innocent and sweet, says I love you to him.
I hastily shake my head, and grab my keys, exiting the beach house from the back, passing her broken face on the way out.
Rain pounds down on me as I climb in the rental car.
I’ve got to get the fuck out of here.
∞∞∞
I hope to find an empty bar. I was wrong.
Too many people fill the space, enjoying their vacations. The open tiki-style bar sits on the sand, with a small elevated deck for the bar stools. A large canopy covers the area, preventing the beating rain from falling on me. The bartender sets down a glass, giving me a knowing look. His accent is thick as he talks while pouring my whiskey.
I breathe in the salty ocean breeze blowing through the bar as I calm myself. I stare into my glass and admire the ice as it melts in the warm air. The rain patters continuously, drawing me into a memory.
I’m standing in the foyer of my grandma’s house, dressed in a pair of Spiderman pajamas. The rain falls in sheets outside as I beg Mom not to leave.
“Please.” My lip quivers. Only eight years old, I’m afraid of storms.
Mom shakes her head, smoothing out her dress and fixes her lipstick in the mirror.
“Where are you going, Mommy?”
She doesn’t answer my question, she ruffles my hair with a smile. “Stay with Grandma, sweetie. I’ll be back in the morning. I’ll make you pancakes!” She promises.
“Just stay,” I beg. I can tell by her outfit and curled hair that she’s going to see Dad. But every time she does, he’s mean to her and makes her cry.
She leans down and plants a big kiss on my cheek. Her hair smells like honey and her red lipstick leaves a stain on my cheek.
“I love you, Aiden.” is the last thing she says to me, before leaving…forever.
I slip the bartender a stack of bills and tell him to keep the drinks coming. I down my glass of whiskey and pull out a cigarette. I fumble for a lighter but a flame in front of my face catches my attention. I lean forward and light my cigarette on the small red-hot flame. My eyes pan to the manicured nails holding the hot pink lighter, trailing further to see a head of red hair, staring at me with glossy eyes.