He freezes mid-massage. “I’m sorry, Matt.”
“Don’t be. At the time, we thought Mom was the biggest threat in the room.”
“Yeah. Who would’ve thought it was my sweet, psychotic wife?”
As he resumes tending to my shoulders, I sit and muse about our next steps. With Emily on the loose, our carefully laid plans might go up in smoke as quickly as the shack will. To say that she’s a wildcard would be an understatement. I’ve worked with my share of sociopaths and murderers in my day, but Emily’s on a whole other level. At least with them, I could predict their actions. There was a pattern to their insanity.
The only pattern with Emily is chaos.
I’m not sure when Aron’s hands shift from a functional massage to an erotic rubdown, but it’s a welcome change.
“Mm … To what do I owe the pleasure?”
His warm breath ghosts across the back of my neck. “You haven’t begun to know pleasure yet.”
“Aron … my ribs …”
One hand snakes down my chest, stopping briefly to tweak a stiff nipple before venturing farther south. “Are your ribs okay sitting in this chair?”
“Yeah …”
“Then sit. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Aron’s hands disappear, and suddenly the chair jerks back away from the desk. I grab the armrests in shock at the unexpected movement, my feet dragging on the floor as the chair spins around. He steps between my spread legs and puts his hands on my thighs.
“Relax, my don, and enjoy it.”
Relax? I know one part of my body that absolutely cannot relax right now.
Starting with my neck, Aron kisses me with hungry lips. As his mouth moves down my body, he slowly lowers to his kneesbefore me. My cock throbs with each kiss, and I realize I had thrown on a shirt for the video call with Emily but no pants. No underwear. My dick stands tall and free, ready for Aron.
He lifts my shirt, pushing the hem up until my stomach and chest are exposed. Those devouring lips tease each nipple, joined by his tongue, and I let out a soft moan. Deft fingers trail up the underside of my cock while his mouth works my chest and abs. Aron wraps his hand around my shaft and slowly, gently rubs my head with his thumb. My hips buck at the electrifying touch, but he uses his other hand to hold me down.
“Uh-uh. Hold still.”
I shudder and sigh as his mouth gets to my hips. He kisses one hipbone, then the next, lifting his head each time to avoid touching my cock with his mouth. It’s the most vicious of teases, the worst possible torture, and I love it.
When his tongue finally flits out to lick the precum off my tip, I’m a shuddering, moaning mess. Gripping the arms of the chair, I cry out as the wet muscle comes in contact with me, then watch as first the cum, then my cock disappears down his throat. Aron hums against me, and if it wasn’t for his strong arm across my hips, I would have come clear off the seat. His fingers dig into my hip, keeping me steady while he bobs and sucks. Warm, wet saliva drips down my shaft, spread all over as he pumps with his hand.
The sucking. The slurping. The moaning and groaning. Dear God in Heaven, Aron was made for this.
“Fuck … Aron, I’m not gonna make it much longer …”
His throat vibrates—vibrates—around me with his growly chuckle, and that does me in.
Cum oozes out of his mouth when I climax. It’s just too much to swallow, and he only has himself to blame for that.
Before Aron has a chance to wipe his mouth, I grab a handful of his thick hair and pull him off his knees for a kiss. I don’t even care that my cum is still smeared all over his chin; I need this.
I need him.
One shared shower later, and we’re back in bed together. We lie face to face, and I stroke his stubbled cheek as he stares into my eyes. After everything we’ve learned in the past few days, I wonder if he’s as enamored with my eyes as he used to be.
“Sapphires …”
It’s barely a whisper, so soft I almost can’t understand what he said. Once I process the word, I can’t help but smile. “Still?” I say. “Despite everything?”
“I told you that I used to see your face when I was with Emily, right? Well, it’s never been the other way around, Matt. It’s always been you. I don’t associate your eyes with Emily or even Lucinda. They’reyours. Your eyes that I’m looking into.”
