“One more.” He went through the same process with the other nipple, the pain having me clench my jaw. But soon enough, it was over. He placed Band-Aids over each nipple, going over cleaning care and directions for the next couple of months. I listened, not wanting the infections that scared the shit out of me. I paid, Aaron not saying a word the entire time. I tipped Tony, smiling at him. “Thank you. They look awesome.”
“They really do. See you again sometime.”
“You think?”
“Once you get one, you’ll want more.” With a wink, he went back down the hall. Aaron led me outside with aggressive stomps.Great.He slammed the door when we got into the car and didn’t say a word for the short drive. My bravery faltered the longer we sat there in an awkward, tense silence. “Aaron. What’s going on?”
“I just had to watch some fuck handling your tits, Greta. I’m fucking livid and I want to fuck the shit out of you,” he growled as he pulled into his driveway. “Don’t push me right now. Go upstairs and get naked.”
My thighs shook with need at his words. Normally, I’d smack him for talking to me like that but the desire… The sick game I’d played choosing the nipple piercing had all led up to this. And I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
I sprinted into the house, stripping off my clothes as soon as I entered his room. My heart hammered with anticipation.Will I like it rough?
I laughed. Of course I would. My nipples throbbed with each beat of my heart. All the blood went to the sensitive buds, causing a bit of pain to the recent piercings. But I loved how they looked. Aaron entered the room seconds later, dangerously calm and quiet. I turned to glance at him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. I obeyed. “Spread your legs for me, as wide as they go.”
I did.Holy shit I’m turned on.He stripped out of his clothes and crawled on top of me with an intense focus. “Don’t move your hands from where I put them.”
He lifted them over my head, his strength pushing them into the bed. Then he dragged his other hand down my chest between my pulsating nipples and slipped his fingers inside me. “Did the tattoo artist get you wet, Greta?”
“Wh-what?” I tried to sit up, but he forced me right down. “No. No way.”
“Do you know howhardit was to watch him touch these?” He fisted both of my tits, being careful not to touch the piercings. “His fingers pinched and twisted these beautiful, perfect tits of yours.”
“I’m wet foryou,Aaron,” I whimpered. His eyes heated darker than I had ever seen.
He added another finger and pushed harder. “They look so fucking hot I can’t wait to suck them when they’re healed.”
“Yeah?” I managed to say between moans. I was already so close. I groaned, arching my back, but he pulled out his fingers.
“No. You’re coming with me inside you today. Don’t you come yet.” His growl sent shivers down my body. He sheathed himself in a condom and didn’t wait another second before plunging into me with an underlying fury I couldn’t grasp. “God, you’re fucking tight.”
He kissed me. Hard. Claiming me and ruining me for anyone else I would come across for the rest of my life. “Tell me you’re mine, Greta.” He gritted his teeth, pulling out of me. I gasped at the loss. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I cried out. I needed the release. “I’m yours, Aaron.”
Ravenous, predatory and soft. All those emotions crossed his face before he plowed back into me. I screamed in the best way. My hands were held captive over my head, each move more aggressive than before. Every kiss, bite, thrust, orgasm was rough and exhilarating.
When I exploded around him some time later, he held me tight in his arms as he released himself. We had never done it likethat. Ever. Our bodies pooled with sweat, the evidence of what we had done all over the bed. “Can you shower those babies?”
He carefully traced the outline of my new metal rings, placing the softest of kisses on them. I shivered. It was so gentle. “G?”
“Yeah. I can shower,” I whispered.
He didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted me up and walked me toward his bathroom. He turned on the water and we both went inside.
Something changed in the scope of that ten-minute shower. Aaron washed me, kissing almost every part of me. Feelings I never wanted or knew existed hit me in the chest as we lay in bed together. Aaron, the goofy baseball boy with an aversion to relationships, had snuck his way into my goddamn heart and made me fall completely in love with him.
Goddamn it.
Chapter Twenty
Aaron
“Let’s go!” I yelled, pounding on Jeff’s door. “We’re gunna be late.”
“Dude, I’m in the bone zone. Go without me,” Jeff yelled and I burst out laughing.Bone zone? What did that fucking mean?
