I was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. Sighing, I wondered how long Aaron would be gone. Whatever business he had to do, he didn’t need me around, so I was stuck in here being bored out of my mind. There wasn’t anything even remotely interesting on the TV and I didn’t feel like reading any of Aaron’s books. I grabbed the pillows, including Aaron’s, and settled them so I could rest my back against them and still see the door. The pillow smelled faintly of Aaron’s cologne, which was a surprise because he’d barely been here. I had no idea if he was afraid I’d choke him in his sleep or what, but he was spending most of the nights away and never slept in here.
He had a lot of residencies, including that damn apartment where he’d caught me, so he could sleep anywhere he wanted, but sometimes I wondered what would happen if my family came after him to figure out my whereabouts. Pushing the dark thoughts away before I drove myself mad with worry, I closed my eyes and pictured Aaron as he knelt in front of me to buckle my shoes. That look in his eyes... I bit down on my lip, hard.
There was something incredibly thrilling about picturing him on his knees in front of me, ready to serve me, and him as my enemy... any kind of intimacy with him was supposed to be forbidden, which made it all the more interesting. Desire spread through my body like fire, and I let my hand roam down my body as I imagined him placing the softest of kisses on my ankle.
I buried my fingers into his hair, forcing him up my body and guiding his mouth toward my core. Those blue eyes gave me a wicked look before his tongue traced my inner thigh and finally slid inside me. I lifted my hips off the bed, my fingers imitating what I wanted Aaron to do, and just as a moan escaped my throat, the door swung open with a whoosh. My eyes flew open, and Aaron was frozen as he stared at me from across the room, his gaze flitting around the room as if he wasn’t sure if he should just walk out and pretend he hadn’t seen anything or say something.
I tilted my head at him, my hand still in my panties. “Want to help a girl in need?” I teased, amused by the confused expression on his face. He locked the door, strode toward me with a speed I didn’t expect, and climbed on the bed on all fours. I instinctively closed my legs together. I supposed I’d expected him to be shocked or to refuse, but that hungry look in his eyes as he inched toward me...
“What? Did you change your mind?” He grinned.
“Nope.” I spread my legs wide open, my skin tingling. He ran his hands slowly up and down my legs, as if he was trying to get familiar with every curve. His eyes remained on mine as he pressed his lips to my knee and slowly made his way up. His fingers circled the waistband of my panties.
“Can I take these off?” he asked, and I nodded, unable to form words. A muffled, incoherent sound came from me as he gently pulled my panties down my legs, the fabric teasingly grazing my skin in all the right places. A shudder shook my body as his tongue traced a path across my slit. I pushed my legs wider apart, wanting him inside me, but he only flicked his tongue, not quite entering. He caressed the inside of my thigh, rubbing his nose across my entrance. I couldn’t take more of his teasing, so I entangled my fingers into his hair and tugged, hard.
“Aaron...” I said breathlessly. “Stop teasing me and...”
I didn’t even finish the word as his tongue parted my folds and swirled across my clit. My grip on his hair faltered, and I wrapped my legs around him, locking him in the grasp of my thighs. He didn’t seem to mind any of that as his tongue slipped in and out faster and faster, building the pressure inside me. I cried out as one of his fingers joined in, and then another. Arching my back, I had to stifle the loud moans that were threatening to form in my throat. Another lick in just the right spot set off an explosion of pleasure through my whole body, and I shouted his name, not caring if someone would be able to hear us. The walls might be soundproof, but everything had its limits.
As I panted for breath, Aaron pushed himself up and sat up, licking my juices from his lips.
“That was...” I breathed, lifting myself up on my elbows. A satisfied smile spread across his lips, his hard cock straining against his pants. I reached for his shirt, wishing to tug it off him and have my way with him. I wanted his thick length inside me and a couple of more orgasms, but he pulled away and got to his feet. Without a single word, he headed toward the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“Aaron?” I yelled after him. “We’re not done yet. Come back here!” My legs were unsteady as I stumbled toward the bathroom, my body still tingling, but as I tried the knob, I realized the door was locked. Unfuckingbelievable. What game was he playing? And how could he have just walked away from me when his body told a whole different story? I sat back on the bed, waiting for him to emerge. When he finally did, his hair was wet from the shower and he was freshly dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans.
“Why did you run off like that?” I asked.
“You had a mind-shattering orgasm. My work was done.”
“But you...”
“Maybe I’m playing hard to get.” He flashed me a smile, then lowered his voice. “Or maybe I just want you to think all the time about what could’ve been between us and how my cock would feel inside you... Don’t forget we’re enemies.”
I rolled my eyes, picked up a pillow, and threw it at him, which only made him laugh. A slow smile stretched my lips, which only seemed to amuse Aaron more. You’ll be mine, Aaron Viteri. Even if it’s just for one night, but you will be mine. I had a feeling he was counting on it.