Page 42 of Vicious Arrangement
I can’t let her stay on the sofa, so I carefully scoop her up, ignoring Angus’s growls, and carry her to her room, which is bathed in buttery light. I place her on the bed.
The door’s open in here, too. I pull down the privacy blind, making sure there’s space for her giant dog to go out on the terrace.
Because I’m certainly not cleaning any doggy mess from my apartment.
Then I pull her covers up over her and her sweats. I freeze a moment as I take in the slight flush of sleep on her face, the softness of her lips, the way her hair curls around her.
Christ, she’s fucking beautiful.
And even in sweats, she’s fucking sexy.
My cock twitches as she rolls over on her side, the T-shirt riding up as the covers shift, revealing her back and hip.
Shit.
I adjust her covers, turn off her light, and close her door.
Then I head to my suite.
In there, I fucking wish I was drunk and not just feeling good. But I strip off and jump under my shower, not even the cold water doing a thing to cool the desire heating my blood.
I start to soap up, and my brain shifts from work to Aria.
Those magnificent tits call to me again, and I want to know if her areola, are pink or peach pale, if her nipples are given to turning hard in a moment’s notice, or if they’re something a man needs to suck on and play with until they can be coaxed into peaks of pure delight.
Are they sweet tiny pebbles or long and bite-worthy?
What am I thinking? All nipples are bite-worthy.
I want to suck on them, bite them, pull. I fucking want to experiment with pegs and tie them to see just how exquisitely sensitive she can get.
And I want to whip them, see how she feels. I grab my cock and start to pull, long, hard strokes as I let my fantasy world slip down into all the perverted thoughts I’ve had.
Whip her to perfection, the place where pain and pleasure collide and create that perfect storm and where she comes without me touching her.
I want to fucking spank her and finger-fuck her out the same time. Shove her down and have my way with her, slamming into her ass, balls deep, using her as my vessel of pleasure as I get her off, too.
I slow down on my administrations. I need this to last. This is mind foreplay, I’m readying for the meat.
Aria, on her knees, crawling to me to lick her way up my thighs to my dick, Aria ready for me. Aria as my plaything to share— I pull back from that. It’s a fantasy I’ve had, as just a fantasy, but with her, my head draws a hard line of no beneath it.
But I could take her outside and chase her down, fuck her in public, make her beg and plead for my cock.
There are so many damn things I want to fucking do.
All those things I’ve fantasized about but never done make my cock jerk when I think of trying them with her. Oh, I’ve played a little with general bondage, and that’s pleasing enough, but with Aria, I’d like to play slightly further, see what she’s into.
I want to sink into all her holes. Ass, cunt, mouth.
Her mouth on my cock would be heaven, me slamming into her, hard and fast.
This is the meat. And I beat mine as I picture how she’ll suck, how she’ll take me when I hit her throat. I want her drooling and coughing and gagging, and coming back for me. I want her sucking me hard. My fist is her mouth, and the pressure is real. I’ll make her drink every fucking drop.
I’ll come so fucking hard down the back of her throat I just might pass out, and she’ll slap my legs so she can breathe, but I’ll hold off to the last second because I need her to milk every last drop. And then I’ll let her go.
My balls draw up, and my spine is lit, a fuse of need that burns right down to my cock, and I come, hard, hitting the wall of theshower. I shudder and shake and put my hand on the warm tile, breathing hard, letting the water sluice down on me.
When I’m finally back to normal, I wash the shower wall, and turn the hot water back on, and finish my shower.
