Page 28 of One Timer With A Wingman

I moan from the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. He’s so big and it feels too good. My palms land on his chest as I begin to move faster. Aaron thrusts his hips inside me, making the friction feel painfully good. I need more. My body is building as I ride his glorious cock. Aaron reaches up and tweaks both nipples. I cry out. My head tilts back as I get lost in riding him faster, harder. I fall over the edge. He falls with me, both of us fucking like rabid animals. Sex has never been like this before. I ride him until I am limp and breathless. When I fall to his side, Aaron is breathless too. He pulls me into him and sucks in a breath of air.

We are both breathing fast and neither of us says a word, but all I am thinking is Aaron was wrong. I didn’t feel in control at all. I felt like I was completely out of control because Aaron Murray is so much more than I bargained for, and I don’t know what to make of that.

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Loud knockingat the door pulls me from a deep sleep and a very sexy dream. Aaron was giving me my fourth orgasm.

“Are you guys alive in there?” It’s Levi’s voice.

“You guys?” I question and open my eyes. Aaron is fast asleep in my bed. My eyes bug out of my head. I quickly look under the blanket to see that I’m buck naked. Oh shit. That wasn’t a dream, or at least part of it wasn’t a dream. The memory of getting off in the elevator floods my mind.

Levi continues to knock. “Yo, bro, get the hell up. It’s Christmas Eve, let the festivities begin.”

I want to get out of bed and find some clothes, but I can’t do that without pulling the sheet off Aaron. He’s fast asleep and I take in his features. The sharp cut of his cheek and jawbone. The way he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping.

“Get lost,” Aaron barks, cracking an eye open. He catches me staring. “Briar,” he mutters. Followed by a “Briar?” that’s a little louder. His eyes are now wide open and he’s sitting up in bed. His fine chest and abs on display as I hold the sheet over myself. He looks down at me and gives me a crooked smile. “Item number two, check.”

“Aaron, OMG. I can’t believe we did that.” I pinch my eyes closed, as if it will take the embarrassment away.

“Chill. This is no big deal,” he says and then he’s rubbing at his temples. “I drank way too much last night.”

I feel a light throb behind my temples too. “I have acetaminophen,” I say. “But I can’t get it.”

“Why not?” he asks.

“I’m not wearing any clothes.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw all of you last night and you didn’t seem to mind,” he says.

“That’s because the alcohol clearly made me brave. Don’t read into what happened. I’m sure it was the alcohol’s fault that I orgasmed so much.”

His jaw drops. “Are you joking? It was all me, Buttercup.”

“Why are you calling me, Buttercup?”

“Because of your hair. It reminds me ofThe Princess Bride.Now don’t change the subject,” he says.

“Aaron, what the hell?” Levi barks through the door. “Meet in the lobby restaurant in ten.”

“Twenty,” Aaron shouts. “That should get him to go away.”

“I’m taking the sheet,” I say, pulling on it. I leave Aaron with a blanket. Not that he needs to hide his body. He is seriously sculpted from stone.

“Whatever,” he says as I wrap the sheet around me and walk over to my makeup bag, where I packed a few meds I might need. But before I make it there, I spot a closed condom wrapper on the floor. I pick it up, staring at it like it’s a UFO.

“This is closed. Please tell me you had more than one?” I watch Aaron in a panic.

“Nope, I only had the one, and truthfully, I didn’t think it was going to come into use,” he says, confusing me.

“We had sex,” I state.

That’s when his green eyes bulge. How drunk was he last night?

“Oh no. Oh no.” I start walking in circles as my panic builds. “You’re going to give me an STD, aren’t you?”

“Are you freaking serious right now? That’s what you’re worried about?” Aaron says, gripping the edges of his hair.

“Yes, I’m on birth control so that part is covered, but it doesn’t protect me from your overused cock.”

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