Mister West

by R. J. Lewis

  One more gulp later, and he’s moving around the island. I twist around on my stool, facing him. My heart rate is up, my skin is breaking out in goosebumps. I feel the energy multiply the closer he gets.

  We still haven’t spoken, but I know what he wants. I want it, too. He stops before me, staring at me for a few beats. I hold my breath, waiting. He drops his head to me, lightly brushing his nose against mine. His lips capture mine and the kiss is light, gentle.

  “Aidan,” I breathe out.

  His arms come around me and he picks me up, setting me on top of the island. Then he pulls away and grabs his glass. He tosses it back, swallowing the last of his drink. I grab mine and do the same. I toss it back, swallowing what I can. The rest comes sliding down my mouth and neck. I let out a surprised giggle. Before I can wipe it away with my hand, Aidan is back to me, his head buried in my neck. His tongue catches the lines of alcohol and he laps them up slowly. I shut my eyes and angle my head for him. God, his tongue feels good.

  He sucks gently. His slow movements are driving me crazy. I grip the edge of the island with both hands, letting out small breaths as he moves back to my mouth and kisses me. It’s a wet kiss, sloppier than before, and all tongue. Oh, my God, it’s so sensual, I’m going to explode.

  He leans into me; his hands are on the island around me. The only part of him touching me is his mouth, and it’s driving me crazy. I’m addicted to these kisses. Nothing has ever come close to them.

  He pulls away again, rounding the island once more. I’m going to flip out. My chest is moving rapidly. I don’t turn to look at him. I’m sure he’s taking more shots behind me. Is he trying to get loaded?

  He returns to me, but he stands a few feet away, watching me with a glass raised to his lips. He swallows the brown liquid and then slides it across the island.

  “You want to get fucked, Ivy?” he asks me then, eyes dancing along my exposed skin. His voice is low and gravelly. His sex voice. “Proper fucked this time. None of this teasing bullshit from before. You want it? Want my cock buried in you, beauty? Because if you do, that’s it. I’m keeping you the second I’m inside you. Do you understand?”

  “I want it,” I say to him.

  “I’m not sure you do.”

  “I am sure.”

  He wavers, studying me intently. “You can’t leave me, Ivy.”

  “I won’t leave you.”

  “Ivy…” He’s struggling, his breathing is picking up. “I want you, but it’s not just your body, beauty. I want you. Just you. All of you. Every inch. I want it for myself.”

  My breaths pick up from his words.

  “You’re worried about forever, but that’s not a concern for me,” he continues. “It’s nothing to want you forever. It’s as easy as breathing. Just want it with me, and I’m yours, temptress.”

  He goes quiet, waiting for my response.

  I do want it with him. I want it more than anything. A strange panic runs through me. I feel a pull inside me. A pull that is screaming for me to just wait, wait a little bit, wait until you’re okay.

  I swallow hard, trying to justify the pull. I’m only panicking because things will be different after tonight. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I’ll be okay with change. I haven’t thought of Derek once. I left that apartment and haven’t looked back once. That change was scary, too. This is what this feeling is. It must be.

  Anyway, you’d be stupid not to want Aidan, especially after a declaration like that. No, I want him. God, I wanted him the second I met him and his filthy mouth. I stare at that mouth now. I know what he tastes like, and I want more.

  I move my hand behind me and search for my zipper midway up my back. God, I’m nervous. I pull it down, looking back at Aidan. I peel my dress down, exposing my bra to him. I hope it looks sexy because I am freaking out right now.

  “I want you,” I tell him. “I want this, Aidan.”

  “You’re sure?” he asks once more, his eyes dropping to my breasts. He's losing his control.

  “I’m sure.”

  The words barely leave my lips when he cuts the distance in one long stride and kisses me. His kisses are hard this time, full of passion and need. His arms move around me. He takes my dress and peels it further down my body, and then he’s picking me up. He effortlessly carries me across the apartment in the direction of his bedroom. His mouth leaves mine. He kisses down my neck and buries his face between my breasts. His hand captures the back of my bra. He unclasps it quickly and throws it down like it’s on fire.

  We’re in the hallway when he presses me against the wall. My fingers are buried in his hair as he brings my breast to his mouth and sucks on my nipple. The action sends a jolt through me.

  I groan, feeling him harden between my legs. “Fuck.”

  “Oh, that vulgar mouth,” he mutters, slamming his mouth back to mine, slipping his tongue in to taste me. “I love this mouth.”

  I don’t let him say another word. I’m desperately kissing him as my shaky hands work the buttons of his shirt, but it’s taking too long and I suddenly want him now, or I may explode.

  “Please,” I tell him. “Please, sir.”

  Aidan undoes his belt, not sparing a moment as he unzips his fly. His hand moves between my legs. He pushes my panties aside and shoves his cock straight into me. He sinks into me fast and hard, and my being tears in two as he fits himself inside me. I suck in a surprised breath, shocked as my body catches up.

  He doesn’t move. He watches me closely adjust to his size, squirming because he’s so big and it hurts and pulses delightfully all at the same time.

  “That’s it,” he whispers, smirking devilishly at me as I begin to squirm in a different way. "You need it hard. You need to be fucked like you're being owned for the first time, baby." Pleasure pulsates through me, diminishing the pain as he slowly pulls out of me and then slams into me again, same force as before. So unforgivable. He buries his face into my neck, sucking at my skin feverishly, working his hips as he delivers blow after delicious blow. My arms are wrapped around him now, holding him to me closely. I moan in his ears, crying out every time he pushes into me deep and mercilessly.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” he’s murmuring heatedly, pulling back to look at me. His eyes are pinned to mine as he fucks me. His eyes are tender but his body is a hurricane, ruthless and powerful. “Fuck yes, Ivy.”

  Then he’s moving again, taking me down the hallway, his cock still buried inside me. He kicks his bedroom door open and hurries us to his bed. He sets me down on my back, never breaking free from my lips as he continues to fuck me, his entire body covering mine. There’s nothing doting about the way he’s doing it. He’s fucking me hard like he’s had enough of waiting, like he can’t get deep enough inside me still. My underwear grazes against his cock as he goes, and it burns into my skin because of the way it was shoved aside, but I don’t let go of him. I keep him close, raising my hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

  He curses as he goes, fucking me in that delicious suit. He damns himself for not being able to slow down. I can’t stop, he says. I can’t. He’s lost in the moment, moving erratically, fucking me until we’ve slid up the bed and I’m coming apart, pleasure rushing through my body like a wave. He silences my screams with his mouth, kissing me deeply as he continues, never skipping a beat.

  He stops suddenly, panting over me, groaning as he lets his forehead rest against mine. His eyes are shut, his body still. He hasn’t come. I can still feel him inside me, still thick and hard.

  He pulls out of me slowly, and his hands are all over me. He squeezes my breasts before pulling down my dress and discarding it behind him. My underwear follows. He runs his hands over every inch of me, looking me over with this lustful gaze. Then he pushes his pants and briefs down, kicking them off. He takes his tie, about to loosen it when I sit up quickly and grab it.

  “No,” I tell him. “This stays on, Mr West.”

  His lips spread into the sexiest smile he’s
ever given me. I wrap the tie around my hand and pull him back down to me.

  “Fuck me now,” I tell him. “Please, sir.”

  And he does, but he flips me over first and takes me from behind this time, sliding into me in one smooth stroke. He moves fast, groaning through the pleasure as he lands a smack against my ass, and then another, and then another in quick sequence. I jump from the pain each time and then push my ass back, begging for more.

  “I’m going to come inside you, Miss Montcalm,” he growls over me. “You’re going to be flooded with me. Tell me you want it.”

  “I want it.”

  “You want it what?”

  “I want it, sir.”

  “Fuck.” He stills, and I feel his length jerk inside me as he comes, moaning deep in his chest.

  I shut my eyes at the sensation. He’s still inside me as the moments drag out, still hard despite coming. Then he pulls out of me slowly, his hand already massaging my center.

  “Lay on your back,” he orders weakly, still coming down from his high.

  I lay on my back and look up at him. His mouth is red from our kisses. He’s just wearing his crisp white shirt and tie, but it’s loosened now. His hair needs another cut because it’s fallen over his forehead. He looks boyish and beautiful and I want him all over again.

  He moves over me and drops his head to mine. He kisses me gently, his tongue strokes less punishing and more intimate now.

  “Relax,” he coos, kissing down my throat. “We’ve only just started, Ivy. It’s going to be a long night for the both of us.”

  Then he drops to my side, his hand stroking my pussy in circular motions. He stares down at me, his mouth pulled to one side. A satisfied Aidan West is a sight to behold.

  Twenty-Seven

  Ivy

  He sucks my nipples, working me slowly, his fingers damp from my come and, I suspect, his. I feel his seed push out of me, and I think he feels it too because his smirk intensifies as he works me, rubbing it all over my clit.

  “Why did we wait this long again?” I whisper, body jerking at the pleasure he’s pulling out of me.

  He chuckles. “Because I needed to know you were going to be mine. I wanted you to want us.”

  “Sort of obvious, Mr West. I wanted you long before you did.”

  He shakes his head. “I wanted you the second you uttered the word fuck on that flight, temptress. You, on the other hand, wanted to have my head.”

  I smile weakly. “Okay, true, but I didn’t take a good look at you.”

  “So it was my good looks that won you over?”

  “Your good looks got my attention, but it was your filthy mouth that won me over in the end.”

  He kisses me again, in that delicate way. “When I told you I’d fuck you in ways you could never imagine?”

  “Well, you just did.”

  He shakes his head. “Oh, Ivy, this is nothing. There are so many things I’m going to do to this body. It’s going to be my playground.”

  I shiver from anticipation. He notices, chuckling. “You’re sensitive, you know that? Your appetite for pleasure is blowing me away.”

  “Afraid you won’t keep up with me?” I joke as he delivers another chaste kiss.

  “Not a chance.”

  He takes my hand and rests it against his cock. He’s already hardening.

  “You do things to me, Ivy,” he confesses, thoughtfully. “It’s unnatural.”

  His phone vibrates just then, interrupting us. He pulls away, leaving me wanting as he picks up his suit pants and digs it out of his pocket. He stares at the screen and answers.

  “Yeah,” he says returning to me, his hand back at my center.

  It’s unusual for Aidan to be picking up a phone call in the middle of our time together. Something must be up.

  I hear a familiar voice on the other end. Bloody Steven again.

  “I’m sure,” Aidan says, sounding amused as he flicks his tongue out and laps it over my nipple. I respond immediately, running my fingers through his hair.

  “I’m not being impulsive,” Aidan continues. “I think you’ll be following in my footsteps, Steven.”

  I hear Steven’s words just then. “Whatever she’s done to you, Aidan, it suits you.”

  Aidan pauses, looking momentarily shocked. “I’m glad you think so.”

  “I’ll see you Monday, then. No point you coming in tomorrow. I’ll handle everything. It’s going to take some time to have this pushed through, but when this goes public, you’ll want to be hidden.”

  “No chance of doing it in the quiet?”

  Steven hums in thought. “We’ll see.”

  Aidan hangs up and tosses the phone aside. He returns his attention to me, kissing down my body, gripping my hips. I watch him, feeling curious.

  “What’s going on at work, Aidan?” I wonder.

  “Big things, temptress,” he murmurs.

  He pushes a finger inside me, silencing me. He pulls back to watch my face as he pumps into me, looking cocky as fuck as I come undone yet again. Then he lifts my hips and pulls me to him. He immediately sinks his cock into me, entering me in that unexpected way again. He watches my reaction. “You like that, Ivy? When I just take you like that?”

  I hardly look at him, too lost in the feeling, and he chuckles in response. He fills me up so wholly, so completely. There’s not a part of me he isn’t touching. I don’t just mean that in the physical sense either. I can feel Aidan prodding at that barrier I’ve built to my soul. He’s shattering it with every stroke of his cock, with every charming smile and heated stare.

  He’s owning me completely.

  I suck in a breath, feeling emotional as he works me. Thankfully, he drops down over me, burying his face in my neck as he fucks me fast and hard. He doesn’t see me come undone. Doesn’t see the tears budding at the corner of my eyes.

  He just fucks me hard.

  Then slow.

  Then hard again as he comes inside me.

  *

  I wake up to his cock between my legs. I’m suddenly aware Aidan is over me, his front pressed to my back. I’m still on my stomach, still naked, still recuperating from our last session. I don’t know how long ago that was. He had been holding me the last time I was coherent. I can’t tell the time because it’s so still and dark in the bedroom, but it must be really late.

  I hear him rummaging around me.

  “Spread your legs,” he demands in a tight voice.

  I spread them immediately.

  He sinks into me from behind slowly. I gulp a breath at the feeling. He’s stretching me wide, filling me one beautiful inch at a time. And this angle makes it feel incredible. His hands grip my ass and he spreads my cheeks apart, letting out a long breath.

  “Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck, you feel good, Ivy. So good.”

  I throw the pillow aside and press my face against the mattress as he takes me slowly, his fingers prodding at my other hole. He adds that pressure again, the medium pressure that sent me over the edge the last time he did it. I make a sound at the feeling, and he knows what it does to me.

  “I’m going to fuck this hole,” he promises. “When you’re ready, Ivy, there’s nothing I won’t do to you.”

  Chills break out along my body at his words.

  Aidan’s bare chest presses against my back now. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs it sharply as he moves. He kisses along my shoulder, such an affectionate touch despite the dominating position.

  It’s too much, the sensation, the pressure of him inside me, the angle that reaches impossibly far, but I hate when he’s not inside me. I hate the feeling of not having his skin touching mine. I’m growing dangerously addicted to Aidan West, even while that hidden part of me is screaming to slow down, to calm down, to focus on myself and my emotions before it all gets too much.

  I don’t listen.

  I shut my eyes and push against his cock, loving that he needs me as desperately as I do him.

  His other ha
nd moves under me and cups my breast, swallowing it whole. He holds it tight as he slams into me, his breaths coming out in fast, hard pants.

  He whispers my name, “Ivy,” and it sounds so loving, so filled with emotion as he comes hard inside me.

  *

  “I want to know what your tattoos mean,” I say groggily, my head resting against his chest. He’s sort of sitting up against the headboard, but not quite. He’s in a lazy position and I’m lazing over him.

  The bathroom light is on, offering a light glow in the room. I can see him clearly. We’re both shattered, sweaty despite the cool temperature. We’ve taken each other nonstop and I don’t see an end in sight.

  His heart beats steadily in my ears as he asks, “Which one do you want to know about, baby?”

  I tap on the beautiful one my face is pressed against. “This one. The gears and the clock, it’s beautiful.”

  “I can’t remember most of them,” he explains. “I got them when I was high as fuck, but…I know this one. I’m racing against the clock here. I’m sending a message to myself. I’m saying that time is running out and I have to change before it’s too late.”

  My heart squeezes in my chest. “What exactly got you into such a hole, Aidan? Drugs just bury a pain that’s already there, right?”

  “Just a rough childhood, Ivy. I’ve been fucked up for as long as I can remember.” He sighs slowly. “My parents were always in trouble. Prison was a revolving door for them. Our house had nothing. I remember stealing an old television set from a garbage tip, thinking if I could somehow make it work maybe Alex would stop crying.” He let out a dry laugh. “I was nine.”

  “How old was Alex?”

  “A baby.”

  “Did the television work?”

  “Yeah, I got it working for a solid five minutes before my old man found me hooking it up and sold it at a pawn shop for ten dollars. But before he did he looked at me like, ‘okay, this fucker can be useful after all.’ Sent me out to look through scraps every day when I came home from school.”