My heart pounds in my chest with every breath, every movement. I know no one else is here, but Frank could come back, or Pierre or—
I say nothing, because I can’t. His words render me speechless. His palm finds my cock, and I close my eyes in ecstasy because, fuck, if it doesn’t feel amazing. Warm, smooth.
“That’s what I thought,” he says darkly. He slowly guides my cock out of the slit in my briefs, and I swallow hard.
I should tell him no. We’re both a little tipsy, and I remember what happened last time we drank and had too much fun. Well, bits and pieces.
But this… this feels different. Monumental in some way.
“You are so fucking pretty like this,” he says, his breath warm on my flesh.
“Like what?” I breathe, unable to focus on anything but his smooth, velveteen voice.
“At my fucking mercy,” his voice is dark, commanding. Sexy.
Before I can say anything, I feel his lips wrap around my cock and my eyes fall shut. His hands slide around my ass, banging on the edge of the piano keys. I stumble a bit, but he holds me in place. My hand finds his head, fingers slipping through the locks as I try to find my grounding. His tongue presses into my weeping slit, and I gasp, because it’s not gentle by any means. It isn’t a lick or a suck as much as it is a probe. The sensation is jarring, but I can’t help but thrust my hips, my cock deeper.
He keeps up his rhythm, biting, sucking, probing, until I can barely speak.
I know anyone could walk in here. I’m terrified they will, and we’ll get kicked out.
But the thought is also arousing as hell. My grip in his hair tightens as my orgasm hits me out of nowhere.
“Fuck, Aaron!” I cry out as he grips my ass, forcing me closer until I hit the back of his throat.
My heart feels like it may explode out of my chest as I stand there, completely at his mercy.
When his mouth leaves me, I feel like I could pass out from ecstasy alone. My cheeks heat as I realize what just happened.
Aaron slips my softened cock back in my underwear and zips me up without a word, his attention on making me as presentable as I was moments ago.
“Aaron—”
“Shhh.” He hushes me as he pulls me onto his lap. I fall with ease, my legs straddling him as he pulls me close into a warm embrace. My head falls on his shoulder as I wrap my arms around him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise I’ll be a good boy next time.”
I chuckle as I feel him shift my body, and music fills the air once more.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” I tell him. I don’t know how long we stay like that. Me, laying on him like a child while he plays the piano, lulling me into a soft, sweet complacency.
I close my eyes and breathe him in, committing this feeling to memory.
When Aaron is finally done playing, it’s nearly midnight. Somewhere betweenDaisy’sand the beach house, I fall asleep. Aaron wakes me and helps me inside, undressing me with ease, and I let him. I’m too tired to resist.
I curl closer to him in the warm bed, threading my leg through his as I throw an arm across his hip. His spicy scent fills mylungs, and his warmth envelopes me once more, dragging me down to my doom.
Because I know without a doubt, I love Aaron Everett, and I’m going to break his heart.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Aaron
“Are you sure we can pull this off?” I ask as Jacob throws in another couple packs of gummy sharks.
“Absolutely.”
I chew my lip, unsure because we haven’t spent much on this party, if anything at all. But Jacob said five thousand was outrageous for a party, and insisted we could do it for less.
