Page 43 of Worth Every Risk

Fuck it.“Wait.”

She turns. “Yeah?”

“If I sit down, will you do it?”

She pauses, considering this. “If you lie down, over there”—she indicates the sofa—“then yes.”

I suck a breath through tight lips and force it out.This is probably a bad idea. “Okay.” I pace over to it, intensely aware of the fact I’m wearing very little and she’s walking right behind me. The sweetest sense of nervous anticipation bubbles up inside me, and I do my best not to let it show.What the hell am I thinking doing this?

And yet, I don’t stop. I lie on my back on the sofa, and Aries drags a chair over from the kitchen table and sits next to me. She smiles, a small encouraging smile, obviously designed to put me at ease. She’d be a wonderful nurse. Or a doctor. There's a comforting warmth to her presence, and as long as she didn't start rambling, her bedside manner would be impeccable.

“Close your eyes,” she says, and I do, settling into the darkness behind my lids.

She gives me some instructions about my breathing and releasing tension in my body. I breathe slowly in and out, letting her calming voice wash over me, amazed that I can feel so comfortable in her presence. I can’t remember the last time I lay down and took a moment, just for myself, to relax.

After a few minutes, a prickling sensation crawls over my skin,under my skin, like parts of me are shifting. It’s bizarre. The sensation radiates and moves to different areas of my body. My toes tingle, my calves, my shoulders. My chest seems to unlock, and I get a vision of petals opening like a time-lapse flower.

Next to me, Aries breathes quietly. Her knee brushes my thigh, sparks flying from the point of contact. And then, out of nowhere, a huge surge of energy rises from the base of my spine, pooling in my hips. The tip of my dick begins to tingle.

Fuck. I’m getting hard.

My eyes pop open and I sit upright, nearly crashing into Aries who’s leaning over me, but she leaps back at my sudden movement.

“Shit. What happened? Are you okay?” she stutters, leaning back in her chair, looking at me like I might attack her.

“Yeah. Great.” I grab a pillow and shove it over my crotch. Aries follows the motion with her eyes, eyebrows rising just a fraction, but she says nothing. “I think you should go to bed.”

But Aries doesn’t move. “Are you sure you want to stop?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“It happens,” she says, matter-of-factly, nodding at my crotch. “You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

Heat rages through me. “I’m not.”Liar.

“I know it’s not personal. It’s the energies. The way they flow through the body. It depends on what’s going on in your life. Where the blockages are. I don’t mind if you want to work this one through.”

What the fuck is she offering?It sounds incredibly tempting, but whatever is happening in my body right now, it’s not ‘the energies’, whatever the fuck that means. It’s her. And me. And the fact that I want to touch her. Kiss her. Fuck her. Have her ride my face until she screams my name.

And I’m a fucking idiot to have indulged myself this way tonight.

“An energy orgasm,” Aries clarifies. I grimace at the word ‘orgasm’, and my stomach feels like a myriad of dominoes are falling over.She never knows when to shut up.“That’s what wecall it when you climax without being touched. I can hold the space for you, if you want. Looks like you need the release.”

Some sort of explosion must happen internally, because my body temperature ratchets up about a million degrees, and I can hardly breathe. “Fuck, no.” I peel back the edge of the cushion nearest my abdomen, trying to subtly peek beneath it. My dick is rock-solid. Aries needs to get the hell out of this room. “Absolutely not. No, thank you. Please go to bed.”

And I’ll work this one through alone.

Aries’ cheeks are turning a rosy pink. “All right.” She pushes her chair away from me, stands and paces across the kitchen. The further away she moves, the easier it is for me to breathe, but then she pauses, hovering in the doorway with a thoughtful expression on her face. I can tell she wants to say something, and I brace for whatever the hell might come out of her mouth.Something about the sauna, or about seeing me hard before, or about this becoming a regular fucking occurrence… Thankfully, her expression shifts a moment later, and she merely says, “Good night, Mr Hawkston.”

I sag with relief. “Night, Aries.”

I listen to the sound of her feet hitting the steps until it fades to nothing. The kitchen is empty, dark and quiet now. I toss the cushion to the other side of the sofa and drop my face into my hands.What the fuck?I allow myself a second of self-pity before I admit that there’s something more pressing I need to deal with, unable to hold back for a second longer. I get up and brace one arm on the wall as I slide my other hand into my boxers and grip my dick.

So fucking hard.A million recriminations spring up in my mind…I shouldn't be doing this…I ought to have some self control… But as I stroke up and down, they fade away, replaced only by visions of Aries. Her long hair, that sultry bottom lip, so soft and pink… I imagine a different ending for tonight’sencounter. Her, straddling me on the sofa, bouncing on my dick, red hair flying, breasts heaving...

When I come, I say her name. Quietly groaning it with my mouth pressed into the crook of my elbow as hot spurts of cum decorate my other fist.

And then I go to bed and try and forget about the entire thing.

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