“Night, Zoey.”
I head down into my room to get myself ready for bed. A few minutes later, Aston is behind me at the sink, his eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the mirror.
“Stepmom?”
I give him a nervous look. “She asked if that’s what I was, and I told her if that’s what she wanted me to be, I would. I don’t know. Should I not have said that? Maybe I should have brought you in there with me?”
A smile splits his lips. One that looks like he’s trying and failing to contain. “I mean, I’m not complaining about it. Butare you okay with it? I know she put you on the spot. When I talked to her this morning about the wedding party stuff, I didn’t think about titles or designations like that. I just went over what the party was and what she might hear.”
I chew on the corner of my bottom lip. “I’m okay with it.”
“Yeah?”
He looks at me with the whole world in his eyes, so hot and yet so boyish, I could die. “Yeah.”
In a flash, he spins me around, captures my face in his hands, and kisses me. It’s a merciless, vicious storm. One I’m only too happy to get swept away in. It’s lips and breath. It’s sweet and smoldering. Riled with passion and filled with need. My hands loop around his neck as I lift myself up onto the balls of my feet so I can fully kiss him back. But his hands aren’t happy resting in one place. They’re hungry and excited as they shamelessly explore.
The zipper at the back of my dress plunges down my back, the shoulders slipping away. My fingers trickle up into the back of his hair, and I play with the soft strands before I slide down his back, feeling his strong muscles bunch and move.
I can’t get enough of him. I’m starting to feel that way all the time. Every touch, every look, every teasing or even serious word. I know now it was like this even before I mistakenly crawled into his bed. He was worming himself into places I told myself I had shut off. Places I didn’t want any man to enter. At least not this soon. And not him. I didn’t want it to be him.
But now I know he was always going to happen. It was always going to be him. I can’t imagine it being anyone else. And that scares me to the point of having me pull back. His eyes are smoky, and a thousand goose bumps cover my skin from just this one look alone.
We stare at each other for a very long moment before we both lose our patience and our minds and give in to this… tension. I jump up into him, and he catches me reflexively, our mouths devouring and our tongues swirling and thrashing. I moan into him, my nails digging into his shoulder blades.
He sets me on the counter and rips my dress off my arms where it dangled. It pools at my waist, but that’s not good enough for him. He shifts me around and tears it out from under me, letting it fall to the floor before he kicks it aside. I attack his shirt with equal fervor, wanting to see him, to feel him. And he doesn’t disappoint. His skin is smooth and warm and soft over hard, delicious muscles.
No one has ever made me this wild before. Has ever undone me to my core. But that’s Aston Hughes. He has me forever undone. His pants hit the floor, and then he’s jerking me back off the counter, flipping me around, and pressing my chest down against the cold stone.
I whimper and squirm, but he holds me still with a firm hand on the center of my back. “Stay still,” he commands, and holy shit. That voice. I’ll do anything he asks if he uses that voice with me.
He kisses a trail down my spine heading toward my ass. His teeth capture the thin string of my thong and pull it down over my ass and thighs, where he releases it so it can meet the floor and leave me exposed to him. Except that’s not where it ends. My wrists are stretched behind my back and bound together with my thong.
Holy shit!
I arch up, searching the mirror and finding him there, watching me as he ties me up, leaving me completely vulnerable to him. I open my lips to say… something, only to close them at his expression. It’s rough and animalistic, yes, but the tender, adoring note beneath the surface tells me he’ll take care of me. That he’ll push me, but he’ll hold my hand as we explore a bit of the dark side together.
With that I relax, and a smile blooms on his lips. Once hehas me bound, he pets my hair and cheek. “My beautiful swan, you make me so proud. You’re doing such a good job for me.”
It makes me preen, something warm and delicious curling around my bones and muscles.
His hands trail down my back, making sure my lower belly isn’t on the counter but floating in the open air, and thensmack. It startles a gasp from my lips and widens my eyes. He watches me watch his hand come down against my skin.Smack. I hear it a second before I feel the sting. It’s not much. It doesn’t burn or make me cry out.
It’s not punishing.
It’s sensual. Erotic. And when he smacks my pussy from behind, my wetness leaks out. All around my ass, the junction where my thighs meet my cheeks, the seam of my pussy, my clit. He spares no spot, and I rock and grind at nothing, anxious and needy for contact. For more.
I’ve had fantasies about something like this. About being tied up and spanked to the point of mindless lust. He’s spinning me up, and I shamelessly crave it. And trust it because I trust him.
After more spanks than I can count, his mouth is there, licking up my inner thighs and kissing the tingly sting from my skin. He parts my ass cheeks, and I squeak as his tongue swirls around my forbidden hole.
But before I can argue or even moan and beg for more, he’s eating my pussy like a man starved. He groans into me, his grip on my ass tightening as he splits me open wide and devours me. All I can do is lie here and take it. My arms bound behind me, my tits squished against the stone, and he’s controlling me with my legs spread and my pussy open to him. It’s so much and it both scares and thrills me like nothing has before.
“Mmm. That’s it. So good. Look at you dripping for me.” He runs his finger around my leaking wetness, swirling around and around, and oh god, I never want him to stop. Hisbreathing changes, growing more labored, more excited as he dives back in and thrusts his tongue straight up into me. He fucks me with it, pumping in and out, demanding and greedy as he eats me. His control is gone, and his mouth is everywhere.
I want to see him like this. His eyes lost with lust and his body tense with desperation. I want him to fuck all of that into me. A shudder shakes me as he uses a finger to rub my clit while his tongue continues between my ass and my pussy. His tongue slips and slides in and out of me. Deep swirls and plunging fucks and sensual kisses. He plays with me. Toys with pussy and ass, and I have no choice but to take it.
“Aston,” I plead.
