Page 78 of Vicious Arrangement
Because I don’t have a satisfying answer.
“And how are you doing that?” she asks.
“I told him we’re going fishing.”
Aria crinkles her nose as she glances at me. “Fishing?”
“Fishing. He wanted you to come.”
Her eyes widen, and she smiles. “Really? I’m honored. I… fishing?”
Now I chuckle. “I promised him, and he loves fishing.” Then the laughter fades. “I feel bad for the way I stormed out of here. I let him down, which is something I promised I wouldn’t do. He’s been through enough without having to deal with my tantrums.”
“Josh means a lot to you, doesn’t he?” she asks softly.
I nod. “He’s a wonderful kid, I’d do anything for him, but it’s more than that. I guess I see myself in him. I lost my mother young, too. Not as young as him, but… yeah, I kind of know how that feels.”
She waits, but I don’t offer her the ugliness of my history. She just sighs and says, “I get it. I lost my own parents when I was younger than Josh. In a car accident.”
That causes a knell to ring out in my chest. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I don’t need sorry. I just… context, you know?”
I think I do, but the longer I stay on the subject, the more chance there is she might ask questions.
There are things I could say, things I could just use to distract, but she’s so fucking pretty in the lights on the terrace, the city breathing around our tiny world, that I lean over and hook a finger in her shirt and pull her to me.
“What—”
“This, princess.” I kiss her soft, teasing her lips apart with my tongue to take my time exploring her, and she joins me, kissing me back, the passion flaring bright.
“How the fuck are you so damn delicious?” I mutter. “Beyond the wine, you taste like something I could get addicted to, shit, maybe I am, because…”
I kiss her again. Longer, deeper, my tongue diving in. Then I break the kiss.
This isn’t enough. Right now, I want more, I need more, so I pull the glass from her fingers and set it down. I grab her hand andlead her to the bed, where I lay down, tugging her scrubs down, taking her cotton panties. Before she can work it out, I pull her onto the bed and over me, and I scootch down and planting her cunt on my face as I fill her with my tongue.
“Noah! No, I need a shower. This is… it’s too…”
Intimate, arousing, filthy, and something I think a subconscious part of me has wanted. I hold her in place, not letting her free, as I lick and suck and use a finger of my other hand to toy with her ass.
A small shriek of a moan breaks free, and I pinpoint the delightful moment she stops trying to fight it and starts to ride my face. I begin to finger bang her ass.
Her embarrassment is gone, and she grinds down as I drive her up and up into a wild climax.
She’s still rippling with pleasure when I flip her off me and onto her stomach on the bed.
I grab her wrists and rip off my tie using it to hold one of her hands to the side of the bed and I open drawer next to the bed to pull out on of the dress strips from the night before and tie her down.
Freeing myself, I then raise up her hips so she’s face down, ass up, a fast becoming favorite position.
I line up and hold her hips, plunging in, and I don’t rest because somewhere between the kissing her to quiet her and here, I’ve become savage with desire, and I need to come hard and quick.
My balls are already tight, and I grunt as I plow into her. The electric pulse of desire shoots down my spine to my cock’s tip.Normally I can ride that, but I don’t want to, and I give into it all, letting the urge to explode set free.
I come hard, my entire body jerking as I fill her with my cum.
After, when I untie her and strip us both, pulling her into my bed, I remember the gift. I roll over, retrieve it from the drawer, and give it to her.
