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“And what’s that?” I ask.
“I want to kiss you.” I lick my lips on instinct and a lascivious grin finds his lips. “Not those lips.” I immediately feel my cheeks heat up but I smile in spite of my slight embarrassment at his words. He stands up, towering over me, but leans down and presses his lips to my ear. “I want to pin you to the wall and drive my cock inside of you until you don’t know your own name.” He hasn’t touched me at this point, which makes this monologue even more arousing. I’m dying for him to touch me. Touch my pussy, my tits, my face. Anything. “I want to bend you over and eat your pussy until you cream all over my tongue. I bet you are so pretty when you come. I bet you lose control of your senses for a second, your eyes water and stream down your beautiful face because for a moment you’re sure you saw God or whatever deity you believe in. Your toes curl, your legs are taut, your hands dig into whatever they can, as you try to tether yourself from floating away… I want to witness that while I have you underneath me.” He pulls back and looks at me, waiting for my reply.
Moisture pools in my panties and I try my best to rub my legs together, praying I can graze the seam of my shorts and feel just a slight bit of friction against my sex. I clench and let out a breath as I look away from his penetrating gaze. I turn back to him. “I’ve never—had…”
“You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“No. I mean, yes! Just not one like…that.” I’d had orgasms before. Self-inflicted of course. And my ex…My heart thumps, though I’ll admit the intensity isn’t as great as it used to be. He’d given me a few in our three months together, mostly with his tongue. I’d had sex with exactly two people and had yet to get off with a dick. And they were never soul-shattering, I saw God orgasms. Yet, something told me Aidan would probably change that. I was in.
“It’s because I haven’t fucked you yet.”
I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or my raging hormones, or the fact that he might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but I’m in his arms before I know it. I tug on his black t-shirt, bringing him down to me, and planting my lips on his. It doesn’t take but a second for us to find our rhythm. His tongue darts out of his mouth into mine and he groans the second ours meet. His hands are in my hair, mine are on his biceps, as I can’t even reach the area behind his neck. I drag my hands down his chest, pressing my nails into the fabric and feeling the hard ridges of his chest. Every time I feel an ab my clit twitches.
“Come home with me,” I blurt out, not wanting to wait another second without seeing what he can do with me, my body, my…pussy.
His lips quirk up into a smile, making me believe for the first time that there was something to the phrase panty dropping grin. “Let’s go.” He doesn’t say another word as he pulls me from the bar, my short legs struggling to keep up with his longer ones.
I shoot a text to Peyton, telling her I’m leaving to have very hot sex with the very hot man from OC, and she replies with a string of emojis including a thumbs up, an eggplant, and a kissy face.
We settle into comfortable silence, his hand squeezing mine every few feet.
“Do you have condoms?”
He stops in his tracks and looks at me before an expression of realization dawns on him. “Fuck. At my apartment. Not on me. I didn’t think when I came out tonight…” His eyes scan the road. “There has to be a convenience store or something around.”
“Or we could just not…” I start and he actually growls at me.
“If I get you in a bed, I am not leaving it until my dick has been inside of you.” I swallow hard and he closes the space between us. “Isn’t that what you want? Or did I misread something?” His eyes scan my face, and lines of worry cross his.
I reach up and touch his face, stroking the slight stubble on his jaw. “No, I want it. But I… we could do other stuff… and then…another time…”
“My dick. Your pussy, Skyler. Tonight.”
A man had never talked to me like that before and the way my body hummed in response, I think I liked it.
“There’s a convenience store slightly past my building.”
“Come.” He grabs my hand and pulls me along. I’m shocked I don’t feel more buzzed from the alcohol. Perhaps the buzz of my hormones is overpowering it.
It’s a ten-minute walk to my building and when I point it out he stops. “Do you want to go up and I’ll go get them?” I do a quick run through of my legs, underarms, and pussy. Everything is clean shaven and fresh. Oh, but what state did I leave my apartment in? I have some neuroses, so my apartment is pretty put together even though I just moved in this morning, but I can’t remember if I’d left any CGU stuff out. Maybe I should do a quick survey and light a few candles. And maybe change my panties. These are soaked.
“Okay, yeah. I’ll go up. Text me when you’re back and I’ll buzz you in?”
“Okay.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. “Don’t change your underwear. I know they’re wet, and I want a taste.”
I nod as I try my best not to blush, not knowing what to say. I’m honestly more worried if I speak, the response, “Okay,Daddy” will fall from my lips.
Once I’m inside I let out a breath and am on the move, darting up the four flights of stairs, knowing that I don’t have the patience for my elevator. My phone is pushed to my ear before I can even make it to my door. “Stels, wake up. Wake up!”
“What the fuck, do you know what time it is?” I hear groaned into the phone and I pull my phone away from my ear because I’m actually not sure. 2:14 AM my phone reads.
“Stella, oh my God. OH MY GOD!”
“Are you dying?”
“No.”
“Hurt?”
