After a few minutes, I heard the door to my apartment open. Arrow insisted on having a key so I could lock the door when I was alone.
The bathroom door creaked open, announcing his entrance. Without a word, he stripped and opened the glass shower door. I looked up at him, taking in his perfect body. All of his muscles were defined and bulky. I bit my bottom lip as I lowered my gaze from his chest to his six-pack abs and my favorite V that led to my pussy’s best friend.
“Eager to see me, I see,” I teased, gazing back down at his fully erect cock.
He smirked, his eyes filled with lust and mischief. “Maybe,” he teased back as he entered the shower stall. Water droplets fell down his chiseled chest, and I traced them with my fingertips before wrapping my hand around his cock. Arrow hissed as I began to stroke him. He wrapped one hand around my neck, pulling me to him before pushing me against the shower wall and kissing me intensely. Our tongues danced together as we lost ourselves in a passionate frenzy.
While keeping one hand around my throat, his other went between my legs, rubbing circles on my clit. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan when I felt his mouth around my nipple. I stroked him harder. He moved my hand off of him before letting go of my neck and kneeling in front of me. He grabbed my leg and draped it over his shoulder for better access to my core.
My breath hitched as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh, slowly working his way up to my center. Just when I thought he was going to tease me to death, he flattened his tongue and licked from my entrance to my clit. My fingersthreaded through his blond hair and tugged as he continued to devour me.
I came undone within seconds. The best part of my relationship with Aaron was knowing what the other needs without vocalizing them.
Arrow captured my lips in a passionate kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue, then suddenly released me. We were both panting. Instead of letting me take care of him, Aaron turned me around and started massaging shampoo in my hair.
“Wewillget him, E,” he whispered into my ear.
I sighed and fought the urge to cry. “All those women and children...”
Before I could finish, he turned me around to face him, allowing the spray to wash out the shampoo.
“I know. We can’t think about them too much, though. If we do that, we’ll allow ourselves to be swallowed whole. He will pay for his sins.” Aaron spoke confidently and authoritatively, making it impossible to argue. “Now shut up and kiss me so we can give ourselves a sliver of reprieve.”
I kissed him softly, obeying his command. He fisted my wet locks as my hands traveled down his body. Breaking the kiss, we quickly finished showering and drying off before attacking each other once more.
Pushing Arrow on the bed, I climbed on top of him, my body demanding the friction I so desperately craved. Rocking my hips, I covered his hard cock with my juices.
He groaned as I teased him. “E, I swear to God, woman, if you don’t put me inside you...” Before he could finish, I impaled his hard cock inside me in one swift movement.
“Holy fuck,” Aaron hissed, grabbing my hips to rock them. My head rolled back as I let myself be consumed by the euphoria.
Aaron reached up and gripped my throat, adding a slight pressure that made my inner walls clamp down around him. He groaned in pleasure, meeting my movements as I ground my hips on him. I continued to rock my hips, chasing the release I so desperately needed.
Riding his cock didn’t last long. Before I knew it, Aaron flipped me so I was underneath him. His pelvis rubbed right on my clit, causing my first orgasm to build at lightning speed.
I cried out, loving the rush that accompanied coming undone.
“Fuck, Aaron… harder, please,” I begged.
He pounded into me as if his life depended on it, before flipping me onto my stomach and thrusting in with a speed that I didn’t think was possible. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making my back arch.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled.
I moaned at his words, loving the way he was claiming me.
When I didn’t respond, Aaron gripped my hair harder, demanding, “Say it.”
I moaned again at his roughness. “Yours,” I panted, feeling my orgasm building.
We came at the same time. Slowing his thrusts, Aaron rested his forehead on my back as we both caught our breath.
Slowly pulling out, Aaron went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth, wiping the aftermath of our orgasms from me and then himself.
“Get some comfy clothes on,” Aaron instructed as he put on his gray sweatpants. “I’ll order pizza, and we can watch some New Girl.”
I saluted him and got off the bed to grab a pair of tie-dyepink Snoozie slippers, a baggy shirt, and some flannel pajama shorts. This was my favorite aspect of my relationship with Aaron. We were able to explore each other's sexual fantasies, but at the flip of a switch, we could go into friend mode. I knew he was ordering from my favorite pizza place and saying we could watch New Girl for the five millionth time because he knew how I would spiral if I didn’t have my comfort items.
Eventually we would need to figure out what this thing was that we were doing. But not today. Today I was too broken and too overwhelmed to think about that.
