He kisses my lips, my jaw, down my neck and wherever he can reach. I moan, leaning my head back against the glass only to realize my mistake. I have made a sound.
Aaron pulls out of me, punishing me. “Aaron,” I groan, angry at the loss and deprived of an orgasm I could feel building up already.
“I warned you.”
“It’s a natural reaction,” I argue. Like, come on. He cannot seriously punish me for being vocal. After all, it is Aaron fucking me, making me feel good. He should beproud. “Please.”
He turns me around, my hands flat on the glass. I can feel Aaron wrap my wet hair around his fist before his other hand settles on my hips and he slams into me again. This time, Aaron doesn’t punish me for moaning out loud, and thank God he doesn’t.
I’m far too sensitive to his touch to control what comes out of my mouth right now.
My moans grow louder with every thrust. Another gasp for air following when Aaron covers one of my hands with his and my eyes find the light purple ribbon around it. I’m not sure why this turns me on even more, but it does.
He pulls on my hair, my head tilting back until our eyes meet. My mouth stands open, my eyes half-lidded as my legs start to feel weaker.
“You like this?” He thrusts into me a little harder, letting go of my hair only to bring his arm around my body to hold me close to him.
“Yes,” I gasp, meeting his thrusts.
“WOULD YOU QUIET DOWN!” a deep voice with a heavy German accent screams, banging against the bathroom door.
I would be terrified if I didn’t know this was Leon complaining. Aaron seems to know as well, or he simply doesn’t care who’s just on the other side of the door when he starts to laugh.
“Jealous you couldn’t get her to be this loud?” He slams into me a little harder, eliciting a moan from my throat that’s almost loud enough to wake the dead.
“Are you seriously carrying on? Who the fuck does that?” God, Leon is really getting on my nerves. Like, we’ve established that before, but right in this moment, I wish I had a knife with me to stab him with.
“Sure. Want to come in and watch?” The door is locked, Aaron knows that.
“I’d rather die.”
“Then why are you still standing there talking to me?”
Judging by the lack of comeback, either Leon has now left, or he is being a weirdo and pretends to have gone back to my sister’s room. Either way, I couldn’t care any less.
I clench around Aaron’s dick, tingles running down my spine. “I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Fuck yeah, you are.”
He chases my orgasm with possession, like he knows he owns me even if I would never tell him because I’m still my own person.
My brain shuts off, vision going dark as my eyes roll back and I cry out in pleasure. The rush of my orgasm sweeping through my body.
Aaron comes inside of me, panting just as heavily as I am.
For a short while, we just stand there with Aaron still buried deep inside of me. Our breaths trying to calm down but not seeming to do so any time soon.
By the time we exit the bathroom and are back in my room, I am officially exhausted enough to fall asleep within the second my head hits the pillow.
We both fall down on the bed, not caring that neither of us wears any proper clothing. Aaron only threw on some boxer briefs while I allowed myself to steal one of his sweatshirts. I don’t even wear anything underneath, but it’s not like Aaron hasn’t seen me naked, so who cares?
As we lie and my eyes close, Aaron rolls over, right on top of me, resting his head right on my boobs. It’s a little difficult to breathe, but not enough for me to push him off.
“Good night, my love,” he mumbles, my heart melting at his sleepy voice.
“Just like that?” He nods very slowly. “On top of me?”
“Yup.”
