I rubbed my hand down Aaron’s abdomen. It would only be later that I found out that wasn’t the entire story.
“Why were you a virgin?”
My hand stilled. I felt his hand run through the shoulder-length locs I had been wearing for a little over a year.
“I just never found someone I wanted to give myself to.”
He grunted but didn’t question me further on the lie. The truth was since I was fourteen years old there’d only been one person I wanted enough to give my virginity. But I kept that to myself. Instead, I rose up, and straddled Aaron, sitting on his hips.
“What are you doing?”
“Show me.”
He looked perplexed. “Show you what?”
“How to ride you.”
I smirked when I felt his cock smack against my ass beneath the sheet.
“No,” he stated flatly.
“You don’t want me?”
His hands went to my hips. “Does it feel like I don’t want you.” He moved his hips a little, letting me feel his girth.
“Then why not?”
“You’re too tender.”
I yelped when he rolled us so that I was on my back.
“Next time.”
I sighed. “Fine.” I moved back into the position with my head laying on his chest. “Tell me more about your family.”
His hand stilled while he debated. I opted to wait him out, and in the end he began talking. I listened intently as he shared about his biological parents. And the more I listened the angrier I grew.
Chapter Sixteen
Patience
My eyes sprang open to the Williamsport skyline in front of me, through the window. And as breathtaking as the view was it didn’t compare to the feeling of Aaron’s warm breath against the column of my neck, as he leaned over me. His large hand found its way into the black dress pants I’d worn to work that day. My head fell back against his shoulder when the pad of his finger brushed over my distended clit.
“You remember that first time?” he said low in my ear. “I’d put it off. I was trying to save you from this. From me. But I couldn’t stay away from you.”
I couldn’t comprehend his words due to my brain being fogged up by the sensations he was causing in my body. I pressed my hand firmly against the glass of the window, my hips moving closer, trying to get some sort of reprieve.
“You were mine from the very first night.”
I moaned when he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger. “W-we can’t,” I managed to get out. “This is y-your office.”
“You think there’re any limitations on where I take you? Orhow?”His hand moved from my pussy lips, over my hip to grab the flesh of my ass. A tingle moved through my core at the remembrance of my first, and only, anal sexual experience.
Somehow I managed to find the strength to get a grip on reality. I grabbed his hand by the wrist, freeing it from my pants and turning to him. A sensation of fear mixed with anticipation moved through me when I turned to see his downcast eyes, staring at my hand covering his wrist.
“You’re going to pay fo–” His reprimand was cut off my his ringing phone.
Saved by the bell,I thought, sighing. A minute later and there was a very good chance I would’ve found myself bent over his desk, ass exposed, being paddled. I wouldn’t put it past him to have a paddle in his office.
