Luke
She laves the head of my dick with her warm tongue as I watch in awe. Aara ambushed me when she came home tonight. It was unexpected, fully and truly. I had every intention of talking to her about Chantal and the fucking mess that today has been. Laying it out there for her. Telling her that while I believe there’s no way I knocked her up, there’s no way to know for sure until the baby arrives. And arrive it will. I went to the club after work because Chase told me she was on the schedule. Her belly was as round as her eyes were piercing, fucking evil.
There was no talking to her. She wanted to hurl thinly veiled threats about child support and ruining my life. Something about having the tables turned without my permission really amps me up. I broke up with her because I was finished—it wasn’t even close to what I wanted, and here she is trying to tether me for the rest of my goddamned life. Aara swirls her tongue around my balls and I jolt, all but forgetting Chantal.
Gently, I set a hand on the back of her head, and a frenzied moan slips. I’ve dreamed about this moment. Not her sucking my cock, mind you, of having her stripped down bare for me in all ways. Giving herself to me willingly after being patient—giving her the lead when things accelerated. I’m confident in only wanting her. If anything, seeing Chantal today only confirmed my worst fears and wildest dreams. While other women are cardboard cutouts, Aara is high definition. She’s living color. Vivid. Eviscerating.
I pull her off my cock and guide her body up to kiss her mouth. “You’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that the point?” She bites her glistening bottom lip. “To make you come?”
Seeing her like this, eager, gives me pause.Tell her, you pussy. But what if it’s not true? Like so many of my friends have experienced in the past. They say they’re pregnant, but they’re not, or it’s not theirs. Why worry her if there’s still a shred of doubt? I’ll carry this burden alone until I know for certain.
“It’s completely the point, but I want you to come first.” I flip her on her back and spread her legs and settle my face in between her thighs.
“Oh, God,” she says, placing both of her hands on her face to cover her eyes. “You’re so good at that. How are you so good at that?” She squirms under my attentions and repeats herself once more.
Must not be that good if she can talk so much. Doubling down, I slide my finger into her wet cunt and twirl my tongue against her clit. Aara only gets louder, telling me what I’m doing right, and ordering me to go faster. My dick jumps. I like taking orders from her. Her scent, the pitch of her screams as I wet my chin with her essence, and grip her thighs to pull her closer.
Lifting her hips off the bed, she speaks in a language that I’m not versed in. She’s coming. The tight, wet walls grip my finger in spasms. Her breaths are labored and her chest and neck are the sweetest color pink. I drag my lips across her inner thigh, then across her abs and up her chest. With her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, she is a vision.
“Thanks,” she says, lashes fluttering open. “I mean, that was spectacular and I’ve needed it for a while now.”
“Should have asked for it. Begged for it.” I drop a kiss on her lips and her tongue flicks out to deepen it. Pulling away, I say, “Or ordered it. That was so hot, Aara. Tell me what you want to do next.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Fuck me.” She bites my bottom lip and pulls it down with her teeth. It pops when she releases. “Fuck mehard.”
I’m so damn twitterpated, like a teenaged boy forgetting he owns a brain, it’s only now I realize I’m not prepared for this. Not in this bedroom, at least. Marley doesn’t have condoms in the room she stays in by herself. Nope. I refuse to believe that. Popping up on my palms into a push-up position, I say, “I will oblige, Milady, but we need to take this to my bedroom. No condoms in here.”I hope.
Her eyes crinkle in the corner. “Did you call me Milady?”
While she’s distracted, I grab her around one ankle and pull her to the edge of the bed. I toss her over my shoulder as she squeals. “My lady,” I growl. “Emphasis on my.”
“I know where your room is, Hart, or should I say sir?” Aarabelle says, her hands braced against my back. There’s no fight. “Though it’s impressive you can carry me.”
“It’s impressive you’ve never had a real man take you to bed looking as fine as you do.” I slap her on the ass as I pick up my pace. “No sir, Dempsey. You’re my superior. One I’m about to take quite a lot of pleasure in fucking.” When we enter the bedroom, I lower her feet to the floor. “Maybe when we’re done, you can call me sir if I deserve it.”
Licking her bottom lip, she looks up at me through her lashes. “How about if I do it right, you let me take the 54’ for a spin around the block.”
“Are you trying to bargain with me while naked?”
She leans her head to one side. “Is it working?”
Now isn’t the time to tell her I’d give her the fucking car if it meant she’d stay next to me through whatever comes. That’s a bribe and even I know that a relationship can’t be bought, but then again, most people don’t fuck them up with bastard babies. I raise my chin, trying to give the illusion of confidence. “No. Not at all.”
Aara laughs. “Guess I’m not that awesome of a prize, huh?”
“Now the most beautiful, sexy, intelligent, wonderful woman on the planet is fishing for compliments? Where am I and who the hell are you?”
Instead of replying, she leans up on her toes and presses her lips on my neck and manhandles my cock with spritely impatience. Her kiss turns lethal as she drags her tongue across my neck from ear to ear.
“I love you, you know?” She whispers words that make my stomach tighten. Admissions that put us in uncharted territory. I nudge her away so I can see her face. “No one is going to love you more than I do, Luke. No one.” Aara shakes her head. “You’re the person I’ve been waiting for. The one that you hold on to regardless of cost.”
A lump forms in my throat. “No matter what?”
She nods, her eyes are at my chest level and she plants a wet kiss on my pec. “You’re the only thing that’s made sense in a long time. I need you to know that I’m not having sex with you because your muscles are tempting, your dimples are drool-worthy, or you have that sex with a devil thing happening with your eyes.”
“Hey, now.” I furrow my brow.
