“Bite me. What do you assholes want?” I grumble.
“We might have a lead on Madeline. Get down here so we can go over some shit and move accordingly.”
My gaze lands on my throbbing dick.So much for finding relief.
Sighing, I mumble, “A guy can’t get five minutes to jerk himself off to thoughts of his girl. Fine, I’m on my way.”
* * *
“How did you know?”Ariah asks. Her face filled with wonderment. “How could you possibly have known this?”
She stares down at her Oreo cookie milkshake with strawberry chunks, marshmallow and salted caramel sauce, and Bailey’s Irish cream.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” I jest.
Rolling her eyes, she playfully pushes my shoulder and says, “Whatever, don’t tell me then. Just know I’m on to you and Wy. Don’t think I haven’t figured out you all somehow know more about me than I’ve revealed. But I’ve decided to let you both be great.”
I chuckle.If only she knew the extent of it.
We’re sitting in the theater room in my house. Ariah loves books, fashion, music, comfort food, and movies.
The original plan was to take her to a red carpet movie premiere and have her meet some of her favorite stars, but after Summer’s body was left to taunt her, we all agreed it would be best to keep our dates local.
So, since Plan A is no longer an option, I’ve settled on the next best thing— bringing the movies to her.
I’ve spent the last week having this room remodeled to offer the best accommodations. I swapped out the first two rows of traditional cinema recliners for a king-size obsidian tufted sofa bed covered in matching colored pillows and blankets. I had a Cretors T-3000 popcorn maker brought in and stocked the snack bar with her favorite treats.
We’ve already watchedPride & PrejudiceandThe Avengers, but we needed a snack break.
I watch as her mouth wraps around the straw, her lips pucker as she hollows her cheeks to drink her shake. Her smoldering, pewter eyes take me in— enthralling me. I watch, frozen beside her, unable to do more than breathe as she pulls her mouth away and slowly laps the residual cream from her lips.
“See something you like?” she whispers, her voice sultry. The sound wrapping around my dick— turning my semi, hard.
“I’m trying to behave myself, Angel, but you’re tempting fate,” I groan.
“Fuck being good,” she exclaims, reaching to put her drink on the side table before crawling across the bed. The top of her tank dips, exposing the tops of her tits.
Her intentions are made clear when she straddles my lap, grinding on my now rock hard erection.
“Fuck, Ariah. You’re trying to kill me.”
“Maybe a little,” she confesses as she pulls her top over her head, exposing her sheer lavender bra. It’s embroidered in lace around the top but leaves her rose-tipped nipples exposed.
My mouth salivates at the sight of her taking her pleasure. She rolls her hips, working herself into a frenzy.
“You look so fucking beautiful flushed and in control,” I begin, then I grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. She tastes like strawberries and cream as our tongues fight for control. I let her have this moment, but tonight, control belongs to me. Flipping over, I place her on her back and then yank down her leggings. “But I’m in charge tonight,” I growl.
I toss her pants and position myself over her, my hands on either side of her face, bending my elbows until my teeth nip her jaw.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Ariah?” I coax, biting my way down her neck until I reach what I want. Not waiting for her response, I suck her peaked nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her bra.
A whimpered, “Yessss,” is all I hear before I brace on one forearm and reach in my back pocket for Lola.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away long enough to cut the center band of her bra, freeing her heavy tits.
Leaning back, I take in her sensual form. Ariah’s whole body is tinted pink— her chest heaving and her lips already swollen from our earlier makeout session.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Owen,” she breathily states.
