Page 62 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I squint and take in my surroundings, trying to remember how I got here, wherever here is. A glance at the window offering me an uninterrupted view of the New York skyline. At least I am still in Manhattan. The ambient light spilling into the room allows me to pick out shapes—three doors, a dresser, a nightstand at the bed beside me.

I glance down at the man whose back I’d been about to cuddle into. By flying to my feet I pulled half of the comforter with me, revealing a lot of bulging muscle and tanned bare skin.

I slide back down, pulling the covers to my chin, at the same time exploring myself with my hands. I skim a hand over my nipples and the tingling bolts shooting through me bring about another memory—Aron’s mouth on my nipples, twisting my piercings with a delicious pleasure-pain.

I flick them again, and I gasp quietly into the silent room at their tenderness.

Slowly, bits and pieces of the night return to me—getting mugged in the subway station, being held in Aron’s arms. His tongue working and my nipples into tight, tender peaks.

Aron.

I turn my head to examine the back of the man resting a mere few inches away. My eyes have adjusted enough that I can make out the dark hair that looks a little wild like it is always a week or two past needing a cut. My eyes caress over broad shoulders and continue further until the comforter blocks my view right before I can get a glimpse of his ass.

I don’t know what possesses me. Curiosity maybe. Whatever it is I can’t stop myself from reaching out and lifting the covers just enough to see if Aron stripped down before climbing into bed.

What I find has a moan of appreciation tumbling from my lips.

I drop the blanket and sink deeper, careful not to wake him with my movements. It’s insane how a mugging landed me here sleeping naked in a bed with Aron. I would be a fool to let this opportunity slip me by. Slowly, I trail my fingers down my body and dip them between my legs. I gasp a tiny sound before I can muffle myself, causing him to stir.

When he settles again I slide a finger through my folds to find I’m already dripping wet just from the idea of having him so near while I pleasure myself.

I sink one finger into my hot sheath, as I stroke a thumb over my clit. I slide in another inch and this time I swallow hard, trying to keep another moan from slipping out. My channel grips my fingers tightly, dripping more girl-cum all over me.

I move slowly and deliberately but the release I’m looking for hovers beyond my reach. It’s not enough. My body knows what it wants and it’s not me trying for the thousandth time. I need more. I need him. But fear grips me, forces my hands to pleasure myself instead of seeking him out. I simply can’t take another rejection. The scare of his last refusal still stings.

I could never bring myself to find a lover though the opportunity arose plenty of times. Second base is as far as I’ve ever gone.

I turn to see Aron’s body illuminated by the city lights and feel so…I don't know. Let down, hurt and fucking horny that’s for damn sure. I know come sunrise, none of my hang-ups or his will matter because he’ll send me home and then I’ll be right back where I started. Didn’t I want this? To be back in his life so I could show him I’m ready for what he wants with me?

Sucking up my fear and living in the moment, I scoot closer, pressing myself against his back and reveling in the warmth of his body. I stretch out behind him, the tips of pierced nipples barely brushing his back, my knees tucking into the bend of his. I pause like this for a second and inhale deeply, pulling the scent that is uniquely Aron into my lungs.

My senses reel for reasons beyond the bumps and bruises from earlier this evening and everything to do with my insatiable thirst for him. I lean forward until my nose teases the hair at the nape of his neck. His chest lift and fall with his steady breathing.

Several seconds drag by as I savor this stolen moment. As I lie here, more memories come to me. I’d wanted to go home after he examined me, but Aron instead insisted on bringing me here.

I thought he’d let me rest on his couch or maybe in a guestroom, but no. He slipped me between his sheets after I undressed for him.

But here’s the thing that really rocks my world. He didn’t just get me comfortable and tuck me into his bed. Nope. Once he got me in his bed, Aron climbed in right beside me.

Naked.

I regret walking out on him two years ago and it seems fate wants to give me a second chance. Who am I to toss it out? I’d be a fool to make the same mistake twice. This might be my last chance to be this close to Aron and, damn it, I am going to enjoy every second.

My breasts are now all but flattened against the hard muscles of his back. I maneuver my hand between our bodies and rest it at the small of his back with my fingers stroking along warm skin. If I move only an inch I can grip his tight, firm ass and mark a box off my bucket list.

Tingles of excitement wash over me and before I consciously make the decision, my hand travels around to the front to find his shaft fully erect.

Holy hell, he’s huge. I almost forgot how huge.

I wrap my fingers around his thickness one digit at a time and tighten my grip so that when I stroke him from base to tip, hot cum spills over my fingers. I lean my forehead against his massive shoulder and nearly groan from the heat of need ripping through me.

The heat of his body all but scorches me. I swear the only thing that can make this moment better is if I wrap my lips around his shaft and finally taste his milk on my tongue.

A strong hand wraps around mine, startling me.

“Willow. No.”

A keening whimper breaks from my lips. “Aron, I need you.”

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