I needed him.
Panting, I watched as he kicked off his sneakers and wriggled out of his jeans. The sight of his dick rising out from the waistband of his briefs made my mouth water. Once again I straddled him and began a lazy slide of licks and kisses down his chest. The raw heat of sex enveloped me, and I grew dizzy with the need to taste him. The wet tip of his cock hit me in the cheek, and I licked it, then engulfed him whole, down to the root.
“Fuuuck, yeah.” Aaron played with my hair as I rose and sank, and I welcomed the sting and the fullness of Aaron in my mouth. I skimmed Aaron’s balls, lifting them to reach the sensitive stretch of skin underneath, and felt him tremble. I loved knowing what made him breathless. Knowing it was me.
I reached farther until I teased around his rim with my fingertip. He shuddered and pulled away.
“No, don’t.” His hands came down on my shoulders a bit harder than I expected, and at his words, I let him go and glimpsed his agonized expression, dark eyes wide with pain, before his face smoothed and he gave me a faint smile.
“What’s wrong?” I lay across him and kissed his cheek. “You had the weirdest look on your face. Did I hurt you?” There was nothing I wanted more in the world than for Aaron to talk to me. I wondered what caused the fear in his eyes but didn’t want to push. It had to come from him. When the time was right.
“Nothing, no, of course not. I-I just wanted you to suck me, babe. You don’t need to do anything special.” Aaron reached between us to fist both our cocks, sending my mind spinning. “Everything about you excites me. That sexy butt, your sweet, hot mouth. You got it all goin’ on.” The slide of our dicks between his rough hands, the hot scent of our sweat and mingled precome, proved magic to my frazzled nerves. Add in the wicked twists of Aaron’s fingers, the little scratches of his nails that sent shards of painful pleasure sizzling through me, and without any warning I came, shooting a hot spray between us.
“Uhhh.”
Aaron held my twitching body against his and continued to pump us both until he shook and jerked against me, sobbing out his release.
“Oh God, oh God.” His hot breath roared in my ear, and his teeth scored my shoulder, but I welcomed the slight sting. It took away the earlier memory of Gordie, whose face was already slipping into the dark recesses of my mind.
Our hearts returned to pumping normally, and I peeled myself off Aaron, who lay with an arm flung over his eyes and a smile on his lips.
Nuzzling against his shoulder, I kissed his warm skin. “Let’s take a shower, and then we can eat and talk. I made chicken.”
“Mmm. I smelled it before I came in and discovered a wild sex maniac lived here.” He peered out from beneath the curve of his bicep. “That was fucking hot, baby. Feel free to jump me every day like that when I come home.”
“Come on.” I reached out a hand and pulled him up. “I’ll let you wash my back.”
“And front, I hope.”
When we entered the bathroom, I turned on the water and stepped under the spray. I poured some bath gel in my palm. “What would you think about me investing some money in the stock market? I heard a good tip today and was thinking of trying it. I get some free trades from an online account I opened.”
The smell of Aaron’s sandalwood soap filled the air as he washed himself. “I don’t know nothin’ about that stuff. I say go for it. You seem to have it down.”
I soaped myself and rinsed off, thinking about Gordie’s tip. My inner voice quarreled with me.He’s a creep and a liar. How can you trust him?My other voice, the one that wanted to prove to the world that I was more than the silly, flirty Frankie they all knew, said otherwise.He mentioned it before it all went wrong. This is what you read about. People getting that one big tip and making a fortune.
Aaron and I settled with an apartment. My parents able to retire without worrying over bills. Those were the two most important things for me to accomplish. If I took half of Nana Josephina’s money and half of what I saved, the potential was enormous. And yet…
Be smart. Don’t jump in like Flighty Frankie would. Take the time, see what the experts say. Don’t take the word of someone who only wanted to get into your pants.
“I think I might.”
