Invidious Betrayal (28 page)

Aria expertly worked his shoulders and upper back, but all he could think of was touching her.

Ian cleared his throat. “Where did you learn to give massages?” His body was at war with what he wanted. He still wanted to make love to her, but her hands felt so good that he didn’t want her to stop kneading his shoulders.

“My friends and I took a few classes. We knew that if we were good enough, the sports department at school would let us massage the athletes after practice.” She laughed. “We thought it was a good way to meet guys.”

Jealousy ripped through him. The image of her touching Bucky, or any guy at her school for that matter, irritated him immensely. “How’d that work out for you?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Well,” she said, as her hands moved lower, “I met a few.”

“Is that how you hooked up with Bucky?” Just saying the guy’s name made Ian green with envy and furious. Aria surely wanted Bucky instead of being thrown into his life like she had been.

Aria laughed again. “Bucky and I didn’t hook up. We just kissed…once,” she explained. “Wait—” She paused, lifting her hands off him. “Ian, are you jealous?”

“Maybe…I don’t like the idea of some guy kissing you.” He opened his eyes to look into hers.

Aria placed her hands on the back of his leg. “Ohh-kay. What about you? Do you have some glamorous thin model waiting for you somewhere?”

Ian didn’t have to think before answering. He and relationships really didn’t mix. It was easy enough to get a woman to ease an itch, but as for him wanting more… He wasn’t the settle-down type. “No,” he simply said.

“I find that hard to believe.” She switched to his other leg.

“Believe it.”

They were silent for a while as she worked then Aria tapped his shoulder. When Ian raised his head, she motioned for him to roll over, so he did, with the towel still failing to cover his insistent cock. Aria gasped and her eyes widened but she composed herself quickly.

Ian hid a smile as he put his hands under his head and closed his eyes when she moved to touch his chest. He was a man of control and had total control of the fire her touch ignited in him, attempting to smother it in order to relax. But when her hands moved over his hard nipples then abdomen, those smoldering flames were reignited.

“Ian, how many girls have you been with intimately?” Her voice was low and softly innocent.

What?
He didn’t think he’d heard her right at first, but when he opened his eyes, she avoided looking at him, and he knew he’d heard her right. How should he answer her?

“Do you really want to know?” Ian asked Aria. She nodded. “Keep in mind that I’ve always been safe.”

Aria’s hands froze just above the hem of Ian’s briefs and the towel that covered him. When he came out of the bathroom, she’d made a decision. When she noticed the huge bulge under the towel she panicked, but even fear couldn’t keep her from wanting Ian. She wanted to make love to him so badly that she knew she wouldn’t be able to rest until he was inside her.

Only it would be just be sex to him, and she was fine with that, mostly.

“I don’t mean to be nosey. I just… It’s just that you were my first and… I don’t know anything about sex.”

“And you want to know?” he asked. His voice was husky and his gray eyes seemed to darken, almost causing Aria to lose her nerve, but her desire proved stronger than her shyness.

She nodded, not trusting her own voice.

Ian sat up on his elbows. “And you want me to teach you?”

Aria nodded again.

A mixture of emotions flitted across his face. When Ian closed his eyes briefly, she felt a tinge of rejection, but to her relief he spoke after several seconds. “I can’t tell you an exact number of women I’ve been with, but there have been a lot. What else would you like to know?”

Nervous excitement radiated throughout her body. She knew that she had to be totally honest, or this wouldn’t work. “Ian, I want you to teach me.”

This is a bad idea
, Ian thought, but when he saw how hopeful and determined Aria looked, he knew he would agree to just about anything she asked. Still, he thought of her cruel rape weeks ago, and wondered at her state of mind.

“You realize that once we go down this road…” He paused. The thin shred of control he had maintained went up in flames when the tip of her pink tongue slid out between her plump lips. His reasoning failed. Ian sat up and reached out to cup the back of her neck, pulling her to him slowly as he watched her eyes for signs of fear. When their lips touched, he felt a jolt in his chest and sighed. His mind roared as if he’d won some unwinnable prize.

The kiss was slow at first and Ian ran his tongue across her lips before seeking entry with a little insistent nudging. Winter mint and Aria’s sweet flavor exploded over his taste buds as he licked every corner of her mouth. Although inexperienced, she responded with sweeps of her tongue and soft moans that could weaken any man.

Ian heard the growl rumble up from the back of his throat, knew it came from him. Only Aria could have him hungry beyond reason with lust. She alone caused him to react with primal need. How was it that despite all of the women he’d had, this girl was capable of bringing him to his knees? In the recess of his mind, Ian’s conscience told him that this teacher/student relationship wasn’t what he wanted or should accept. He wanted Aria to be his.

This could end badly and one of them, most likely him, could get hurt. Yet, he continued to kiss Aria, relishing the heated passion that teased and made him desperate for more. He lowered himself slowly back, pulling her with him so she could lie on top of him, only Aria pushed away.

“Wait...” She breathed heavily. He leaned up on his elbows again, willing his body to calm down as he watched her take a few deep breaths. “I want to see all of you.”

Ian fell back on the bed. Inside he was grinning like a man that had just won the lottery, but on the outside he tried to play it cool. He pulled the towel off and dropped it to the floor, exposing the entire head and half his hard cock through the top of his shorts. He watched her face as he lifted his ass and slid his briefs down.

“You’re beautiful.” Only, she said it so low he didn’t think she’d meant for him to hear her. He hadn’t yet told her about his sensitive hearing.

Her eyes widened as he grew even harder, bigger under her gaze. Aria’s cheeks reddened as she lifted her hand to touch him, but she held off and just let her hand hover in the air as she moved her gaze to his face. She wanted to touch him, he was sure of it, and it took everything he had not to grab her hand and place it on his pulsing cock. He wanted to seem relaxed, so he waited.

Ian cursed as his length jerked and his eyes fluttered when she finally touched the tip with her finger. He also couldn’t hold back the sign of relief her touch gave him.

“You’re leaking,” she whispered.

“It’s called pre-cum.” He winced. Ian closed his eyes in an attempt to gain control, because if he didn’t he was going to grab Aria and bury himself deep inside her with little care for her feelings or much of anything else.

“Can I taste it?”

“God,” he choked out, feeling her hand grip him, “yes.” Before Ian finished saying “yes,” he felt the bed shift, then her warm luscious lips covered the head of his cock. Taken by surprise, he shuddered, inadvertently pulling his hardness from her warm mouth. Aria wasted no time lowering her mouth onto him again.

Ian had assumed she was going to just touch it and lick his pre-cum off of her finger, but no, she was sucking the head of his hardness. And it felt so damn good. He threw his head back when she licked down, then up his shaft slowly.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.

Aria giggled, then swirled her tongue around his thick head before giving it a kiss. “I like the way you taste.” She smiled at him.

Ian’s entire body shook. She was definitely trying to kill him. “I loved the way you taste, too. Will you let me taste you again, Aria?”

She held his gaze for a moment, her face unreadable. Right when he was going to tell her that it was all right if she didn’t want him to touch her, that she had full use of his body and he needed nothing in return, Aria smiled.

“I don’t mind, but I’m not finished with you yet,” she said shyly. “I’ve only practiced doing this on a cucumber, so I’d like to know what I’m doing wrong.” Aria lowered her head and swallowed him, taking in as much as she could, using her hand to cover the rest of his length.

Working her hand and mouth together like her friends had shown her during a slumber party, Aria sucked and licked. She really did like the taste of him. It was a taste she couldn’t quite describe, but what she liked more was the way he was reacting to what she was doing. The sounds of pleasure she was wringing from him made her want to do more. It also gave her a sense of power. When Ian began pulling at the sheets and tried to fight back his moans, it made her forget how tired her mouth was getting.

His cock was as thick and as long as the cucumber she’d practiced with, but that’s where the comparisons ended. It was meaty, pulsing, flesh that she could squeeze with only her lips and cheek muscles. His reaction to what she was doing was driving her need to see him to completion. She had wanted him to finish inside her. But on the bright side, she had been told that if she did suck him until he came, that most men would disregard any mistakes she’d made and rate her blowjob a success. And Aria wanted to succeed with Ian.

Ian’s head spun out of control. He’d had some good blow jobs before, but this was different…
Don’t look at her
.
Don’t look at her.
He continued to chant to himself, but
forget that
, he had to see her mouth around him. So he rose up on his elbows and looked.
Big mistake
. Ian threw his head back as he panted and fought for control. Damn. He shouldn’t have looked. Seeing her sweet mouth, her swollen red lips wrapped around his length was his undoing. Ian fought the urge to scream like a girl as his balls tightened and his ass clenched.

He had only a few seconds before he would come undone, so he lifted one hand to her forehead and gave her a slight push. “You have to move,” he growled.