“We can talk about it later,” Tanner added, sounding desperate for someone to lighten the mood. It got real heavy, real fast. Nothing happened and he stood. “I’ll clean up. You all hang out, I got this.”
“Thanks, TJ,” Callie said, her eyes still narrowing at Aaron. We shared a look. She wanted to help but didn’t know how. I shook my head at her and brought my plate to the sink. Aaron still looked like a deflated balloon and I knew what would cheer my best friend up. I ran my hand down his.
“Want to go watchGoodfellas? I have it on my laptop.”
His ears perked up and surprise filled his eyes. “You havethatmovie? Why?”
“I went through a phase.” I shrugged. He’d assumed I hated mob movies. I never said I did so I’d let him think it. “Let’s go.”
He pushed out of the chair, sizing me up to see if I was lying. I waited, not giving a shit if the rest of the group watched us or not. I tuned them out. Aaron’s sadness took priority. “Come on, Ronnie.”
I didn’t wait—I went to my room and opened my laptop. Sure enough, I had it in my video library along with an eclectic list of movies I liked. Not two seconds later, Aaron walked in with such sad eyes my heart turned over. “Come on, lie down.”
His flat lips didn’t move, but he obeyed. He stretched his long body next to me and I began the movie. We didn’t talk. We didn’t move either, the entire two and a half hours. My head rested on my hands while his arm remained around me. I hated to break the moment. I knew he needed the escape. I patted his hand. “Great-ass movie.”
I sighed when he didn’t respond. Instead, I shut the computer and finally took a glance at him. His gray eyes assessed me with a slow heat behind them. I bit my lip, the temperature rising a hundred degrees. I whispered, “Are they still here?”
“I don’t care.” He set my laptop on the side table and nipped at my mouth, his body covering mine. “I want to fuck you right now.”
“Mm, yeah?” I closed my eyes, arching my back. “I’ve been wet since dinner.”
“Fuck, Greta.” He closed the distance between our mouths and kissed me hard. Aggressive. Rough.
I fucking loved it.
I matched his tongue with each stroke and loved how he tore at my clothes. I moaned and he stilled. “You need to keep quiet, baby, can you do that?”
“Uh-huh,” I whispered. This time he licked his bottom lip with such a heated look that I had never felt so wanted in my life. He got up and carefully locked the door. When he turned around, I shivered. God.
He stripped out of his clothes and walked over to me with his beautiful, perfect cock ready to go. He threw my shirt and bra across the room, his fingers knowing what to do. I arched, grabbing a pillow to cover my mouth. The pillow served as a blindfold and holy shit, I was turned on.
He bit down on my nipples, his fingers already going to my soaking-wet panties. He slid them aside, chuckling. “You’re drenched for me. God, I fucking love it.”
Soon, I was moments away from my first orgasm. His fingers knew me like my pussy was a controller. He thrust and flicked and I cried into the pillow, the pleasure blinding me from everything else. “I hate that I can’t hear you say my name.”
I moved the pillow and his mouth hung open. I don’t think I had ever seen Aaron look so goddamn good as I did that second. I sat up and crushed my mouth to his. I pushed him down, grabbed for a condom in my drawer and slid it on him. He groaned, fisting my hips with his hands as I moved.
“Fuck.” His eyes closed, jaw tensing. “You feel tight as hell.”
“Yeah?” I felt bold, pulling myself off him before spinning around so my ass faced him. And I rode him. I built up the speed, the pressure hitting me right where I needed it, and I used my fingers to give me the extra help I needed. I exploded on him, his body shaking underneath me. He didn’t let me stop—he moved my hips with his hands, pushing deeper inside me with the motion. “Aaron, yes.”
“This is so fucking sexy,” he said with a hoarse voice. Sweat pooled between our bodies and we fucked to a slow, rhythmic pattern. He moved one hand and placed it onto my lower back, pushing down to change the angle just enough for him to moan. It worked, because not a minute later he thrust harder into me, tensing as he shook beneath me. My name left his lips as he held onto me. “Greta, my God.”
“Goddamn.” He chuckled with heavy breath. “Hot, G. That was really hot.”
“Yeah?” I slid off him and expected him to get up, but no. He disposed of the condom then joined me on the bed. His eyes sparkled. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“You need more. I have a good memory.” He grinned at me, a full-fledged Aaron grin, and found my center again with his talented fingers. “What do you say…we put in another movie and I just play with you until you pass out?”
My body hummed in response.Movie and orgasms I don’t induce myself? Sign me up.“I’ll press Play.”
“Good girl. I want to break your record. I like winning things.”
Chapter Sixteen
Aaron
School had never been my thing. I understood its purpose, sure. But the concept of learning and taking notes did not excite me. Zade, well, he loved it. Jeff and Tanner didn’t mind their classes. I got no joy from acing a test. My one requirement to keep the scholarship pertained to my GPA. I had to keep a 3.5, which was the only goddamn reason I carried my laptop to the library to meet with a cohort for a study session. We had a marketing concepts test the second week of classes. Our professor was an asshole.
