Aden
Her words snap the tenuous hold I have on my control and with a hand at the back of her neck and another on her lower back, I pull her forward and slam my mouth down onto hers. Plunging my tongue in, a deep growl rumbles from me when she sucks it deeper and I grab her legs guiding them around my hips. She gives a soft mewl of desire as I press forward into her heat. Our bodies are already warm and slightly sweaty from our workout, but the temperature of her pussy is ten times hotter and it burns my cock in the sexiest way.
My mouth moves down, kissing and licking along her chin, neck, ear, and on down to her collarbone, where I stop to suck on the salty skin. I can still taste the sweet strawberries and, the mixture of salty and sweet, sets my cock in stone. One hand wanders down to her breast, squeezing it and plucking at the nipple, while the other grabs a fist full of her hair and gently yanks her head back to give me better access. Shaylee cries out and her legs clench, clasping my cock even tighter to her core. The sound rips through me and I can’t think of anything but plunging my dick into that velvet heat, feeling her walls clench around me in a rough, hard orgasm.
I pull her legs down and grip her hips, setting her on the ground and slip off her shirt before spinning her around to face the mirror. Then, I peel her tight, Lycra shorts off of her perfect, endless legs. The sight of all that flushed, creamy skin has my need for her ready to explode. Her tits are encased in a tight sports bra but when I notice the front zipper, I decide who ever invented it is going to get personal thank you note. I slide it down and her tits spill free into my eager hands. I lift them up and squeeze them tight, rubbing my palms along her nipples, before using my fingers to twist and pull at the rosy peaks. Shaylee’s head falls back onto my shoulder, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted letting out a little puff of air. I pinch her nipples a little harder to get her attention.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch what I do to you.”
Her eyes struggle open and when I see the explosion of lust swirling around in them, I just can’t wait any more. I bend her forward over the counter and pull her hip out and up, pushing my rock hard dick into her ass for just a moment. She moans and her eyes begin to droop again. I grab another chunk of her hair and tug it, not enough to hurt her, but enough to make it sting.
“Aden!” she cries out but shoves her ass back into my cock, letting me know that it was a cry of pleasure.
“Keep looking at me, baby. I don’t want to have to tell you again,” my voice is rough with hunger and I practically growl at her. She gives a tight nod of understanding and once again, I feel her ass pressing back. I swiftly pull the drawstring on my pants and let them drop, my cock springs free, and I gasp at the pain from the pants pulling on it as they fall.
I slide my hand along her hip, around to her stomach and down, grabbing ahold of her panties, ripping them off, and tossing them behind me. She moans loudly and I slip my hand down to her bare pussy. Fuck, I love that my girl is completely on display for me. My fingers plunge into her and are immediately coated with her wetness.
“You’re so ready for me, baby, aren’t you?” Her eyes are staring intently at her pussy, watching my fingers move in and out. “Do you want me to fuck you hard?” She doesn’t seem to hear me, her attention still riveted to the action between her thighs. I yank again on her hair to get her attention and her gaze jumps up to meet mine, a whimper of need escaping.
My fingers come out and circle around her clit, passing over it every few rotations but never putting any pressure on it. Another tiny tug, “Answer me. Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”
She nods and it causes her hair to pull a little making her cry out again. The sounds she makes during sex are hot as fuck, and I know I’m about to lose my mind. “Out loud, baby. What do you want?”
“Inside.” She pants.
“Inside what?” Her pupils are dilated so big that all I can see around the black orbs is a bright sliver of blue, making her eyes look as though they are glowing. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“I want you inside me.”
“You want what inside you.” My filthy mouth turns her on to a rabid degree and I give it one more nudge before I can’t take it anymore.
“Your cock. Inside. My pussy,” she continues to pant, blowing out her words on each breath. She presses back into me roughly. “I want you to fuck me, Aden. Hard. I want to feel you tomorrow, sore and sated from your cock pounding and stretching my pussy.”
Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck!
I grasp my dick and line it up, then thrust inside her, and feel her clench at the invasion. She cries my name and it causes a frenzy in me. I begin hammering into her with every bit of my strength, holding her hips tight to keep her from being pushed into the counter. Our skin slaps together loudly, sliding the surface from the sweat already dampening our skin and mixing with the perspiration from our feverish pace.
“More, Aden!” Shaylee yells, desperation in her voice. “As deep as you can go, baby. Give me all of you.”
Fuck, yeah.
When Shaylee starts talking dirty, I think my brain short circuits. I suddenly pull out and remotely hear her cry of distress, but I’m focused on what I’m doing. I flip her around and grab her ass, lifting her up so that her legs wrap tightly around me. I shift a step to the left and slam inside of her as her back hits the door. The new angle and the use of gravity deepen every plunge and I use the leverage to thrust harder.
“Aden! I’m almost—oh fuck! Yes!”
I won’t last long and I can feel her tightening, clenching my cock in a vice grip with her pussy.
“I want to hear it, baby.” I’m fighting to get the words out; my breathing is labored and uneven. “Let me hear what I do to you.”
Reaching between us, I apply pressure directly onto her clit and watch her face as she flies into a euphoric oblivion, screaming my name. The clutch of her orgasm on my cock shoves me over the edge and I slam my hand against the door as I explode inside her, still thrusting deep until every single tremor has subsided.
I finally still and rest my forehead on hers, still buried deep inside and I can feel her pulsing around my cock. Nothing can compare to the ecstasy of bringing Shaylee to orgasm and then coming so very deep inside her. Well, maybe it comes second to the feelings I have when she tells me she loves me. I knew she wouldn’t tell me first, so I was waiting for the right moment, a special moment to say it to her. But, I just couldn’t wait anymore. I knew if I told her how I felt, she would open up to me. Finally.
Our breathing has slowed to normal levels and I place a lingering kiss on her sweet lips before stepping and pulling out, letting her slide down my body until she is standing. I don’t even try to keep my eyes from roaming all over her exquisite body. As much as she turns me on (and that’s a whole fuck of a lot), my heart swells with love for her as I take in her beauty inside and out. I wrap her in my arms and hug her tightly to me. “I love you, baby. For eternity.”
Shaylee lifts her head and beams at me, “I love you too, Aden. Forever.”
The freedom to tell Shaylee that I love her anytime I want puts a bounce in my step. You don’t think I know that this makes me sound like a girl? I do, so shut the fuck up.
We spent most of Saturday and today, in bed fucking or just cuddling and watching movies. We’ve gone through an entire pack of condoms over these two days. I had to run to the store for more. And, as I stand in the checkout line, I just now realize that I hadn’t used protection Friday night. I know Shaylee will be pissed as hell if I get her pregnant. I’m not really ready, either. I want to have some time together, just the two of us. But a small part of me, the asshole who makes stupid decisions and gets my ass handed to me when I listen to him, is whispering that if Shaylee were to get pregnant, she would be tied to me completely. A picture of her, lying on our bed, cuddled up against me, with both of our hands, resting on her round belly, flitts through my mind. My breath catches at the image, and a feeling of utter contentment settles over me as I imagine Shaylee with our babies.
Babies? As in multiple?
Yeah, wow. Babies.
I need to get my head on straight. Now isn’t the time to be thinking these things, there will be time enough for that in the future. I push the thought out of my head and take the condoms home.
Shaylee was sore as hell the next day and I couldn’t help walking around with a smug smile, knowing my girl felt me inside her every time she moved. Over the next few weeks, each day was better than the last. I can’t believe she is finally mine, forever. I knew I wanted her, but fuck, I had no idea how much I would crave her. Not just her body, but her love.
When Christmas came, it was the best one of my lifetime. Shaylee missed her mom and aunt terribly, but we spent Christmas Eve with my family, her grandparents, and extended family. The party was full of fun and laughter and it helped take her mind away from her homesickness. Christmas Day, we had a lazy morning, (well, there was some vigorous activity) and moseyed our way to the living room to exchange gifts. I gave Shaylee a pair of one carat diamond earrings. It wasn’t the diamond I truly wanted to give her, but I wasn’t sure she was ready. Besides, I decided to talk to her mom the next time I am in the human realm; not only to ask her permission, but also to find out what would be the perfect ring for Shaylee.
She gave me a book of fairy tales that had been her father’s. When I opened it, I realized he had written down all of the stories that he used to tell her. He’d made notes of where the humans had created folklore and the history behind the stories. While living in the human realm, Shaylee’s father had taught history at NYU, and his students had adored him for his enthusiasm and unique outlook on all things relating to myths and legends. This book took his skill and applied it to the history of the Fae. It was absolutely amazing, and the fact that she would give up something that belonged to her father, made it absolutely priceless to me.
But, guilt continues to nag at me. I haven’t been as diligent with the condoms as I should have been, but it was only once or twice. There is nothing like being gloved by her pussy with nothing between us and a couple of times, I gave in to that need, the need to be completely fused together as one. However, I still haven’t told her about being fated. It gnaws at me. I can’t lose her, I won’t.
“Dude, how about you think with this head?” Brannon taps his finger against my temple. “And maybe focus on what you’re supposed to be doing?” He gives me a wide smile, popping his dimples that for some reason, chicks seem to go crazy over.
“Sorry about that. It doesn’t take much brain power to wipe the floor with you, so I let my mind wander.”
Brannon flips me the bird (not that I can see it through his boxing gloves, I just know him that well) and laughs as he shuffles around a little, warming up his muscles. Shaylee is working with Laila today and while I would normally watch, Brannon wanted to get in a workout and I needed to burn off some of the guilt that had begun to get stronger with each passing day.
“I still haven’t told her.”
Brannon stops moving and contemplates my statement. “About being fated?” I nod.
His eyebrows slide up almost to his hairline, “You’re cruising for a bruising, brother.”
“It just never seemed like the right time,” I explain. “I wanted to wait until she fell in love with me, but now I’m wondering if I should have just told her in the beginning and dealt with the fallout then.”
Brannon shakes his head, a rare serious expression on his face. “I don’t know what I would have done in your position, Aden. But it is what it is and you should tell her now. If you wait too long, or she finds out from somebody else, she could go off halfcocked and do something stupid.”
He smiles widely at me once again, “Like fall into my waiting arms.”
Serious moment over.
“You’re right.” I flip him the bird when he gives me a ‘duh’ look. Mine is more effective since I’ve removed my gloves. “I’ve got to head out for a few days and check on my other charges.”
I cut him a dry look. “Can I trust you to watch over my girl?” I rethink the statement and add, “From afar?”
Brannon laughs raucously, and I can’t help but smile. His damn laugh is infectious. “Yeah, brother. I’ll keep her in line with an iron fist, and keep her away from my, or anyone else’s iron rods.”
“You realize you sound like you’re twelve, right?” He just grins at me unrepentantly as he removes his gear.
We head to the locker room where Brannon’s stuff is stored. He lives in a house out in a nearby suburb, so he hauls a bag back and forth. He begins to pull out his toiletries for a shower and throws me a questioning glance. “When do you go meet with Fate?” he asks the question with a deadpan expression, but I can see the mirth dancing in his eyes. Brannon and Fate get along really well, go figure, and find it absolutely hysterical that I’m so uncomfortable around her.
I narrow my eyes at him, warning him off of the direction he is likely to take this conversation. I’m not is the mood for him to fuck with me about my issues with Fate. “After I get back. I’ll call Grady, when I cross, and tell him to let her know we’ll be there a few days after that.”
Brannon nods, and then slaps me on the back as he leaves to take a shower. “Good luck, dude. I’m sure you’ve noticed, being so whipped and all, but Shaylee’s got a kick ass attitude and as much as I’d love to see her beat the shit out of you, solely for my own entertainment, I might shed a tear if she kills you.” He shrugs, “Just saying.” Then he disappears into the bathroom, narrowly missing the wind I sent to knock him on his ass. I can hear him chortling on the other side of the door.
I’d love to give as good as I get with him, but some of Brannon’s humor is masking his own girl problems and heartache. His normal personality is big, fun-loving, and carefree, and he does a stellar job of only letting people see that side of him. However, Ean and I have been friends with Brannon and Kendrix all our lives. As his twin, Kendrix knows him better than anyone, but it didn’t take too much observation for Ean and me to see the pain he hides. I love Hayleigh, but I hope she comes to her senses soon and sees that Brannon is the surest bet she’ll ever find. Because if she irreparably breaks his heart, we’ll cut her out of our lives without a second thought.
I return to my apartment, determined to finally lay everything out for Shaylee. Not hold anything back and try to work through what I’m sure will be a huge fucking fight before I have to leave.
After a quick shower, I dress in a pair of pajama pants, forgoing the shirt. I’m not completely stupid; I’ll take any advantage I can get.
I get busy in the kitchen and start making dinner in hopes of impressing her. I also grab a couple of bottles of wine because I figure loosening her up a little wouldn’t hurt, either.
Miles Davis is playing softly from the stereo and dinner is just about ready when I hear the lock on the door turn. Shaylee comes in, smiling brightly and looking like my own personal wet dream, with her skin glistening with sweat and her clothes plastered to her luscious body.
Down boy.
She drops her stuff and takes in the soft music and lighting, the dinner waiting to be served, and my naked chest, her mouth slightly parted in a cute little o. Her eyes get a little glazed as she takes in my appearance from head to toe.
Mission accomplished on that front. I silently thank my abs for their support.
I walk around the island, stop in front of her, and give her a lingering kiss. “Hey, baby, why don’t you go grab a shower. I’ll put your stuff away and get dinner finished up.”
The bright smile she walked in with, lights up her face again, and her eyes are soft as they look into mine. “Thanks,” her voice is soft and sweet, but her eyes get a naughty little gleam. “Too bad you have to get dinner ready. Now, I’ll just have to wash every inch of my body, all by myself.”
A groan slips out before I can stop it and her bright smile turns instantly seductive. Shit. Focus, asshole. Don’t you have any control? You don’t want dinner to be ruined; stick to the plan. “I don’t want to ruin dinner, so I’ll take a rain check, ok?”
Disappointment flashes behind the sea of blue in her eyes.
I lightly kiss her nose and whisper, “I love you.” Just like that, the disappointment is gone and replaced by a calculating glitter. “I love you too. Ok, rain check.” She sighs and I can hear the fake acceptance in her tone. She’s up to something. Before I get sucked into whatever she has planned in that mischievous little brain of hers, I practically run back into the kitchen and grab the garlic bread and salmon from the warmer in the oven. I keep my gaze on the food and fight the instinct to watch her ass and hips sway as she walks back to our bedroom.
Ten minutes later (yeah, she the perfect fucking woman…and my mind is officially screwed now that I’m picturing how I’d like to fuck her tonight.), I hear the bedroom door open and Shaylee’s soft footsteps coming down the hall. I grab two wine glasses and the bottle and move over to the dining table sitting in an alcove, next to the kitchen, on the other side of the hallway entrance. I feel her presence behind me, stopped in the doorway, and after setting the bottle down, I turn to tell her to have a seat.
Holy fucking hell. I’m suddenly grateful for my carpeting because the wine glass slips right out of my hands and onto the floor, where my jaw has conveniently fallen as well. Neither break. Despite everything else falling down, my cock has come up with a vengeance and I’m immediately in pain at how hard I am.
Shaylee is posed in the door with her arms spread out, one on each wall. My gaze starts at her stiletto clad feet. Black, sky high, fucking stilettos. As my eyes climb her black stocking-covered legs, oh fuck, thigh high covered legs, over the garters holding them up, taking in the sheer black teddy clinging to her body. The top wraps around her neck and each side comes down over one of her mouthwatering tits and tucking into some kind of belt. It leaves her middle bare, as well as either side, and I can see the roundness of her tits peeking out from both sides. My eyes continue back down, stopping at her barely-covered pussy.
Is that? I squint and look a little closer, then glance up at her face for confirmation. She gives me a sexy wink as a nod. Crotch-less panties. My knees go a little weak and for a moment, I think I’m going to crash to the ground in a red haze of lust. I manage to stay upright, until she cocks her hip sassily, placing her hand on it.
“Are you coming?” She turns around and that’s when I have to reach out for a chair to steady myself. My dick is so fucking hard, I’m seeing spots. There is no back. Just two pieces of ribbon, one across her lower back, and the other dropping from there and disappearing into her round little ass. I stare, mesmerized by that ass as she sashays back to where she came from. “Judging from your face right now, I’m sure we’ll both be,” she calls over her shoulder.
What was the plan again? Fuck her. No, dinner and then fuck her. No, there was something else. Oh right—fuck her.
Without another thought, I follow my cock, which is anxiously chasing the pussy walking down the hall.
“I’ll be back in a few days, baby.” I wrap Shaylee up in my arms and kiss her soundly. Damn, I’m going to miss her.
She returns my kiss with fervor, then pulls away and pats my butt. “No worries. Just be safe and I’ll see you when you get back.”
I feel my face droop into a pout at her easy acceptance. I am so fucking whipped. I sigh at my ridiculous behavior, but give into the attitude anyway. “Won’t you miss me?”
Shaylee grins at me, her eyes dancing with laughter. Yeah, if I were in anybody else’s shoes, I’d be laughing at me too.
“Of course, I’ll miss you.” She pecks me on the lips and then steps away, motioning toward the door. “The faster you get out of here, the faster you get back and get welcomed home the way you were sent off.”
I groan deeply and pull her in for another crushing kiss. Just thinking about last night has me hard and practically desperate. I’d fucked her with her heels and teddy still on, through the magic little hole in the lingerie. Then I’d stripped her and fucked her naked. Then I eaten her pussy until she was screaming my name so loud I thought the neighbors might come banging on the door, before she rode me hard and I ended up shouting the rafters down too. I was pretty much in a fucking coma after that, and yet, I’d managed to work up the energy to fuck her against the wall in the shower. Then I’d woken up with her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock as she sucked me until I was coming down her throat.
We never did talk. Well…I suppose that depends on your definition of talk. There were all kinds of dirty things being said, moaned, and screamed. The guilt is building up in me and I used found excuse after excuse to avoid talking to her about it.
But, that wasn’t the only guilt eating at me. I hadn’t used a damn condom the first time last night. Shaylee doesn’t notice much when she is that riled up and when she didn’t point out my slip up in the bathroom Friday...I figured it wasn’t worth pointing out. But, then I forgot again last night. Yeah, I’m stretching it with the word forgot. It may have flitted through my mind briefly, but then I was coming and it shot right out.
I pull away abruptly and plant a kiss on her forehead before taking off, yelling over my shoulder that I love her and for her to be good. I just barely hear her snort and mutter “Yeah, ok.” before I shut the door.