Page 66 of Asking for Trouble
“Bones, Bones, ohmygod,fuck!” I chanted as he took me higher and higher in a slow, steady build this time.
“Gonna make you come ’til you beg me to stop,” he warned me almost viciously. “Can’t get enough’a the way you taste.”
I shivered as he shifted the fingers inside me to press a thumb over my asshole, circling and pressing just enough to bring the nerve endings buzzing to life. It felt as if I was going to come straight out of my skin, sensation stripping me of everything but the feel of Aaron inside me, anchoring me to the world by those clever fingers and smooth tongue. Desperate for something more to keep me from evaporating into nothing, I grabbed his hand from my hip and tugged it to my mouth, clamping my teeth around the pulse beating hard against the thin skin of his wrist.
Aaron swore savagely against my wet folds before flicking my swollen clit and pressing that seeking thumb just inside my tight ass.
My body tensed like a strung bow, arching off the pool table, thighs clutching his head, hand fisted in his hair and the other around his arm so I could bite, bite, bite down on his flesh, the taste of him coalescing with the final blow to my system that shattered me into pieces. I pulsed aground his fingers, legs shaking, voice trembling around a scream that was muffled against his flesh as I came and came and came until I was floating in a white mist of gentle contentment.
Only the feeling of Aaron’s heavy cock slapping against my pussy shocked me back to life. I came to with a gasp, eyes wide at the electric sensation as he gently beat my cunt with his steely hard length. His eyes were full black as he kneeled over me at the edge of the pool table. He’d discarded his jeans, boxers, shirt, and cut, so every inch of his naked form glowed golden above me, coiled and ready to spring into action.
A sudden thought had me saying, “Put your cut back on.”
He shuddered but shook it from the tangle of his shirt before tugging it on. The open leather framed his muscle-quilted torso, the silver chains above the tight pecs and the stack ladder of muscles in his abdominals. It drew my gaze down farther to theshort copse of black hair at the base of that spectacular cock, thick and heavy as he slapped it in rhythm to the music against my swollen sex.
“Fuck me, Boner,” I begged, arching back, letting my legs fall open even wider.
He splayed a hand on my chest, pinning me to the felt in a way that felt possessive and so right the touch burned straight through to brand my bones.
Something about him at that moment was almost scary. All the good humour and fun-loving charm were stripped from his expression, revealing the strong bones and the eye-squinting brightness of his desire to own me like this.
“You’re mine,” he told me in a rough, biting tone as he lifted my hips onto his thighs and angled his cock to my entrance. “Do you feel it?”
A slight rock of his hips slotted him just inside, but he didn’t rush, swaying back and forth a little deeper every time until I was hypnotized by the oceanic rhythm and the erotic tensing of all that golden-tanned muscle framed by the cut that made him the outlaw, theman, he was.
“Yes,” I hissed as he pressed impossibly deeper and deeper. “I feel you in my fucking bones.”
“Yeah,” he grunted, taking my hand to press it to his chest so I could feel the wild hum of his heartbeat. “Bone deep, Blue.”
“Bone deep,” I agreed on a shocked breath as he tugged me up into his arms so I was impaled on the wide length of him and straddling his knees.
He held me still with one hand on my hip and the other coiled around my hair so he could fuck up into me, slow and slight so every thrust ground the hair at his base against my sensitive clit. When my eyes closed as another orgasm started to curl around my hips, he tugged sharply on my hair.
“Eyes on me while I take this pretty pussy,” he ordered.
Oh yes, I loved this side of him. Dark and dangerous and stripped of that veneer of civility.
“Watch me as I take you apart,” he said as he snapped his hips brutally up into mine so pain edged the pleasure cutting through the ribbons on my sanity until I was only hanging by a thread.
“Keep those fuckin’ gorgeous blues on me while I come deep inside you. Love leavin’ my cum in this gorgeous cunt, knowin’ you’re mine more than anyone else’s.”
“Yes,” I cried as my neck lost tension and my head fell back between my shoulders, my hair tickling my sweaty shoulders. “I love feeling you when you’re gone. Sometimes, before I shower when I get back from work, I use it to touch myself. Fucking your seed back inside me.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, dipping his head to nip at my neck. “Such a good girl for me. One day soon, after I come inside you, I’ll eat you out and fuck you again. Love the taste’a me merged with you.”
My head snapped forward, teeth boring into Aaron’s pec as my orgasm electrified my senses, vision whiting out, then folding to black like a power outage. Limbs shaking in the bracket of his strong arms until suddenly they were limp. Pussy spasming, milking him, desperate for that promised cum, and the moment I felt him grunt against my throat and kick inside me, heat flooding my sensitive folds, I called out in triumph.
And even though he held tight in the aftermath, his knees no doubt hurting from the unforgiving felt, our skin too sticky for comfort, I felt freer than I’d ever been. Like Aaron had broken open my glass cage and let me taste a life I might have if I believed in him. One where I’d never have to worry about the monsters under my bed again.
“Bone deep, Blue,” he said into my hair, stroking a big, rough hand down my spine. “Forever.”
“Bone deep,” I echoed because it was the truth.
No matter what happened, this man was a part of me now, as elemental as my blood and marrow.
But I couldn’t give him back his forever because I was still too scared, one foot still deep in the mire of my past, to trust his belief in that a girl like me living the life I did could ever have the “ever-after shit.”
BONER