God, I was working for it. My head fell back between my shoulders as he released his grip on my hair and trailed a hand down the center of my chest, spreading his fingers over my thundering heart. I shuddered as the last of my resistance snapped like an elastic band, and I finally impaled myself on him. The metal bars through his frenum warmed instantly against the heat of me and felt utterly erotic rubbing into my sensitized flesh.
We both groaned, the sounds tangling together like our sweat-dampened bodies. Aaron wrapped his strong arms around me and hugged me close, grinding me down onto him in a way that made feverish shivers break out across my body.
It was intimate.
Not fucking, not quite.
He held me so close I could feel his heartbeat against my own chest. I could taste the salt of his neck against my tongue and hear the way his breath stuttered and filtered through his laboring lungs. He held me in that way I was discovering he had that made me feel like more than a stranger.
Like more than the past I was ashamed of and the future I was scared for.
Like I was just a girl and he was just a boy.
“Ride me,” he ordered on a hot exhale in my ear before leaning back to prop his hands behind his head in an arrogant,insanely sexy posture that made his arms bulge and his abs contract. “Wanna watch you take me.”
Confidence like I’d never felt buoyed me. I rose, cresting his tip like a wave I rode all the way down to the end of his length, then back again.
“Touch your gorgeous tits for me.”
My fingers trembled as I reached up to tweak my nipples through my thin bra.
“Take them out over the cups.” His voice was like a hand at my throat, almost threatening and dangerously alluring.
I pulled the cups down so my heavy breasts were plumped up over the fabric and Aaron responded with a groan that rumbled through him into me.
“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he told me, then when I shied away from his gaze, he clasped my chin and forced me to look into his heavy-lidded eyes. “Gorgeous. A fuckin’ dream.”
Tears seared the backs of my eyes even when I tried to blink them back. “Why are you ruining this?”
“This?” he asked, with a raised brow, grinding me down on him so my clit caught fire at the impact of his short, coarse pubic hair against my tender flesh. “The only way I’m ruinin’ this is by tryin’ to ruin you for other men. I’m thinkin’ you should be mine alone.”
“You don’t know me,” I panted as he dipped to suck my left breast into his mouth, one hand palming the entire thing and lifting it to his lips. “You don’t know enough to want me.”
“Know enough to want to know you more,” he countered, nipping hard at my flesh in a way that had me tightening like a vise around his cock as I churned over it. “Know enough to want to mark your neck with hickeys and fill your tight cunt with so much cum I leak outta ya for days. So any man who gets too close can smell me on you and know, even though you walked away, I had you here, and I wanted you bad.”
“Stop,” I begged, but my hips were pumping hard, my fingers spasming in his hair as I held him close to my breasts, to my heart. Dreams and desires spun a mad dance together in my blood, heating it until I felt I would burst.
“Only if you make me,” he growled, pulling back with a snarl to glare at me with flashing eyes. His hands found my hips in a punishing grip that somehow made the pleasure coil tighter in my belly. “Until then, you’re fuckin’mine.”
He fucked up into me then, fast, hard strokes that dragged across my raw nerves and lit them all on fire. He fucked me until I couldn’t breathe, every single muscle in my body clenched around the monstrous girth of him inside me.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I chanted, a desperate edge to my voice as pleasure clawed at my insides and threatened to tear me in two. “Fuck, fuck, Aaron, I c-can’t.”
“You can,” he growled, and as if to prove it, he wedged a hand between our bodies where we were joined and carefully worked one of his fingers into my stretched pussy beside his pounding dick. I shuddered and made a keening animal noise I couldn’t control as I struggled and surged against him, so close to breaking I almost couldn’t bear it. “You will,” he ordered and then bit down hard at the junction of my neck and shoulder.
I burst apart.
Like waves against the rock or fireworks shattering into bright pieces in a dark night sky, every particle of my body separated and reformed around him. Around Aaron. I sobbed from the sheer power of the climax and the swift aftermath of realization that reality was still outside this car and would inevitably call me back home.
I clutched my midnight stranger close, pouring my tears over his shoulder and pressing kisses on top of his pounding pulse as he groaned and arched and seated himself at the very end of me as he came inside me.
Recklessly, I wished I could feel the heat of him at the entrance of my womb without the barrier of a condom.
I squeezed my eyes shut as we held each other in the quiet, warm afterglow. Aaron’s hand mapped a lazy trail down my right side, tracing my curves like he planned to sculpt me later out of clay.
A tear escaped the tight compression of my lids and rolled down my cheek.
In all the years I was with Otto, and the man before him, I’d never been cradled in the bowl of a big man’s arms and held like he’d shield me through anything.
