Page 42 of Done with You

She could do that.

She did like the hair pulling. That he could do more of. That he could do all day long.

He probably thought he was being an even bigger asshole by pulling her hair. But what he failed to realize was that what was turning him on was also turning her on. She liked the pain. She liked submitting in the bedroom and being told what to do.

Her life was so controlled and organized all the time, it was a welcomed change and release to hand that control over to someone else for a while.

She moaned and pushed back, dropping her belly lower to the arm of the couch, which caused her ass to push up higher. His cock twitched and thickened inside her from the sudden change of angle, which allowed him to go even deeper.

She had to fight back her grin since he was still making her face him, still making her watch him fuck her. And she could tell that he was getting close.

He was unraveling and she was excited to watch.

“Touch yourself,” he barked, his gaze dropping to her mouth.

She tried to move her hand between her legs, but he hadn’t let up with the force of his thrusting, and she fell forward onto the arm of the couch with an “Oof.”

Using her hair, he yanked her back up until she was fully standing. She had to go onto her tiptoes for his cock to remain inside of her.

He continued to use her hair like a leash and guided her around the couch, having slipped out of her in the process. She climbed up onto the longer part of the sectional and onto her knees. He followed, also on his knees, then pulled her down onto his lap so they were both still facing the same way. He slid back inside her with ease.

Grabbing several throw pillows, he stacked them in front of her, then pushed a hand between her shoulder blades so she hinged forward, her belly landing on the pillows.

He sat up on his knees, and still hanging onto her braid with one hand, he wrapped the other hand below her again to find her clit.

His thrusts grew harsh and punishing once again as he yanked on her hair and strummed her clit with his thumb, causing her lower belly to become a vortex of heat and need.

He tried to get her to look at him again by yanking on her hair, but the angle had changed and her cheek was pressed into the couch. She couldn’t turn her head that much, but she was able to glance up at him, taking in his wild expression out of the corner of her eye.

Every drive forward of his hips, had her seeing more and more stars. Pushed her closer and closer to sweet release. Skin slapping skin co-mingled with their heavy breathing to create a filthy soundtrack to their hate-filled lust.

Finally, he let go of her hair and brought that hand on top of her ass, the thumb pressing against her anus. She puckered, but then—against her earlier convictions—pushed out. He slid his thumb inside, and she detonated.

Bigger than the first orgasm, this one atomized her entire body. Made her limbs go stiff and her body shake, as if she’d just stuck a fork in an outlet, as the bliss traveled out of her center. Like ripples on a pond after you throw in a stone. Giant white stars burst behind her closed eyes and her clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own beneath Aiden’s thumb.

She barely registered that he went still behind her, paused his efforts with his thumb, grunted and started to come.

She was still flying high around her own summit, as he breathed heavily behind her, his cock twitching against her pulsing walls.

She reached Earth roughly the same time he did, her chest heaving, limbs gelatinous and body thrumming.

Vaguely aware of the fact that this was her sister’s couch and not a bed, she was careful not to get any bodily fluids on the cushions or pillows.

Aiden stood up behind her, and that’s when she remembered he had a condom.

That would help, but she was still a leaky fucking faucet and would need to make sure she didn’t make a mess of her sister’s stuff.

He walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and she extricated herself from the couch, checking the pillows for wet spots.

Phew. There weren’t any.

Then, still naked, she went about finding an air freshener spray of some sort. She found some orange-scented antibacterial Febreze under the kitchen sink, and gave the couch and pillows a healthy douse. Then she wiped the counter with Lysol.

Neither she nor Aiden had said a word to each other. But when she turned around after throwing the paper towel with Lysol on it into trash, he was rummaging around in his duffle bag and gathering clothes.

She couldn’t pinpoint why that bothered her so much, but it did.

Something to unpack with Teal when she got home, perhaps.

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