The Assistant (18 page)

“I want to be on top, okay?”

He nodded and rubbed my wide hips with his
warm hands.  “Whatever you want, kitten.”

He helped me guide his cock into my pussy
and we both groaned as I sank slowly down his thick length.  When he was fully
inside of me, I cupped my breasts and rubbed lightly at my nipples.  Aiden made
a harsh groan of need and I smiled at the look of hunger in his eyes.

“Do you want me, Aiden?”

“You know I do,”

“I want you too,” I said.  I rocked on his
cock, moving slowly and deliberately as he stared up at me.  I braced my hands
on his chest and kept up the same slow pace as Aiden’s hips rose to meet my
gentle thrusts.  I had never been this relaxed in bed before.  I decided it was
probably a combination of the alcohol and my growing belief that Aiden found me
sexy in bed no matter what, and I leaned down and brushed my breasts against
his hard chest before kissing him.

“It feels so good, Aiden,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he agreed.  “You’re so tight,
kitten.”

I reached for his hands, pinning them above
his head and linking our fingers together as I continued to brush my nipples
against him.  I moved my pelvis in a slow up and down motion and then bit my
lip at the sudden burst of pleasure.

“Lina?”  Aiden frowned as I slowed to a
stop and stared wide-eyed at him.  “What’s wrong?  Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head.  “No, it doesn’t hurt, Aiden. 
It feels different and – and good.”

I repeated the motion, my pussy clamping
around his dick when an even stronger bolt of pleasure flooded my pelvis.

“OH!” I said.  “Oh, God.  What was that?”

“You’re going to make me come if you keep
squeezing like that, Lina,” Aiden said in a strangled voice.  “Ease up,
princess.”

“No,” I said.  “I want more.”

I closed my eyes and rode him slowly,
squeaking with delight at each pulse of pleasure that spread through my body. 
I could feel his cock brushing against the front wall of my pussy and I rubbed
harder against him.

“Oh,” I moaned, “Oh, oh, oh.”

“Lina!”  Aiden muttered.  “Lina, please, I can’t
hold off much longer.”

I ignored him and rode him faster and
harder.  I was panting and moaning and squealing shamelessly, and I shrieked
when the exquisite pleasure radiated through my entire body.  Aiden groaned,
his hands clamping down on mine with painful intensity as his body shuddered
beneath me and his hips bucked wildly.

I rode him through his release, my eyes squeezed
shut and my body shaking with pleasure until he collapsed under me.  I eased
off of him, my legs were like jelly, and fell on to the bed.

“Lina?  Are you okay?”  He leaned over me
and stroked my stomach gently.

I forced my eyes open and gave him a thoroughly
satisfied grin.  “I am fucking fantastic, Aiden.”

He laughed and placed a light kiss on my
nipple before resting his head on my upper chest.  “Good.”

“I just had an orgasm from sex,” I
announced.

“Yes, I know.  I was there.”

I smiled dreamily and held up my hand. 
“High-five.”

He laughed again and slapped his hand
against mine before rolling me to my side.  He pulled up the sheet and the
quilt and tucked them firmly around our bodies.

“I have no idea how that happened but I
want to do it again and again,” I said.

“I’m going to need at least ten minutes,
princess.”

I made a soft noise of happiness.  “Tired. 
Tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”  He nuzzled the back of my neck. 

I was almost asleep when I finally
comprehended that Aiden was still in the bed with me.  “Aiden?”

“Yes?”

“Are you leaving?”

“Do you want me to?”

I shook my head.  I was so tired and
Aiden’s body was delightfully warm against mine.  “No, but I’ll understand if
you want to go.”

“I want to stay,” he whispered into my
hair.  “Good night, Lina.”

“Night, Aiden.”

When I woke the next morning, Aiden’s side
of the bed was cold and I bit back my sigh of disappointment.  It was for the
best.  I shouldn’t have let him stay the night in the first place, I reminded
myself.

I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me
before heading to the bathroom.  It was just after ten and my mouth tasted like
a dead possum, but at least I didn’t have a headache and my stomach felt fine. 
I would have a hot shower – I said a silent prayer that the damn thing would
actually work this morning – eat something and call Tracy to check on her.

I swung open the door of the bathroom and
made a shrill cry of surprise when Aiden grinned at me from the tub.

“Morning, princess.  How are you feeling?”

“Wh- what are you doing?” 

He was standing in my tub and I stared at
the wrench in his hands as he tightened something above the shower head.

“Fixing your shower,” he said.

“What?  Where did you get that?”  I
motioned to the wrench in his hand.

“You have a toolbox in the basement,” he
replied.  “You didn’t know that?”

“It must have been Kent’s,” I said and then
hurried on when a dark look crossed his face.  “Is that the new showerhead?”

“Yes.  I threw the other one away – you
were right, it was trashed – and hooked up your new one.”

“Aiden,” I said weakly.  “You – you
shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t mind,” he said.  “I like fixing
things, remember?”

“Well, yes, but – “

I squealed when King’s wet nose rubbed
against the back of my knees.  “King, stop that!”

He woofed and licked my calf before padding
down the hall and disappearing into the kitchen.  Aiden stepped out of the tub
and turned on the taps.  I watched in amazement as a steady stream of water
came out of the showerhead.

“Holy shit,” I said.  “That’s amazing.”

He laughed and picked up the other tools
strewn about on the vanity.  “You’re welcome.  Now, why don’t you have a shower
and I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“You don’t have to make breakfast,” I
said.  “I usually just have toast and coffee and – “

“I don’t mind,” he repeated before leaning
down to kiss me.

I jerked my head back and he scowled at me.

“You don’t want to kiss me before I brush
my teeth.  Trust me,” I said.

He laughed and pressed a quick kiss against
my mouth.  “Hurry up in the shower, Lina.  We have some errands to run.”

“What?  What errands?”

“You’ll see,” he said.  He shut the
bathroom door and I stared blankly at the closed door before reaching for my
toothbrush.

* * *

“Aiden,” I protested, “you really don’t
have to do this.”

“I know,” he said as he carefully fit a new
piece of drywall into the hole on the wall.

It was two hours later.  After breakfast we
had driven to the Home Depot and I had watched in disbelief as Aiden picked up
supplies for both the drywall and the baseboards.  He had insisted I pick out a
paint colour for my bedroom and had refused to allow me to pay for any of it.

“Seriously,” I said.  “You must have better
things to do on your Saturday.”

“Like what?”  He asked.

“Sex,” I said.

He laughed and winked at me.  “Later,
princess.  Have you finished taping?”

I nodded and he slapped me lightly on the
ass.  “Then start painting.  You won’t be able to paint this wall until after I
sand it tomorrow afternoon but you can get the rest of it finished.”

“I’d rather be having sex,” I said
grumpily.

“If you’re a good girl and paint, I’ll eat
your pussy later,” he said.

Shamefully enough, that got me picking up
the paint roller and moving to the far side of the room.  “You have to at least
let me pay you for the supplies.”

“Why?  I’m rich, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean you need to be paying
for my home improvements.”

“You can pay me in blowjobs,” he said
teasingly.

I grinned at him as I painted the far
wall.  “See, now that sounds like a good deal but if I give you a blowjob for
every home improvement you do, I’ll end up with, I dunno, lockjaw or
something.  I love my little house but it’s kind of falling apart.”

“Next weekend I’ll fix your back door and the
leaky kitchen faucet,” he promised.

“That’s really sweet but I’m not around
next weekend,” I said.

“Where are you going?”  He said quickly.

“I’m visiting my sister Kate.  I took
Friday off, remember?”

He shook his head.  “I didn’t remember. 
How long are you gone?”

“I leave Thursday night after work and come
back Sunday night.  Don’t worry, I’m only missing one day of work.”  I grinned
at him but he didn’t return my smile.

“You’re gone the entire weekend?”

“Yes.  What’s wrong?”

He had that stubborn, almost pouting, look
on his face again.

“Nothing,” he said.  “What are you and your
sister going to do?”

“Well, I know we’re having dinner at her
best friend’s house on Sunday but other than that we don’t have solid plans.  Kate’s
single too so we’ll probably go out to the bar at least once.  She’s absolutely
gorgeous – she got lucky and inherited my mother’s red hair and her metabolism
– and the men flock to her like a herd of turtles.”

I stared critically at the wall I was
painting.  “God, I suck at painting.  I probably should have taped more of the
ceiling, I can’t cut-in to save my life.”

I squeaked in surprise when Aiden’s hard
body pressed against me and his hand slipped into my pants.  He cupped my pussy
possessively and nipped my neck.  “You’re going out to the bar?”

“Probably,” I moaned as his rough fingers
rubbed at my clit. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and
remember that you belong to me?”  He asked.

I hesitated and he growled before sliding
his middle finger into my already-wet pussy.”

“Lina,” he said, “when those assholes at
the bar hit on you – “

“They won’t hit on me,” I interrupted as I
squirmed on his hand, “not with Kate around.”

He nipped me again on the neck.  “When they
hit on you are you going to remember that your pussy belongs to me?”

This time I nodded.  His statement that I
belonged to him had sent a funny little thrill up my spine.  He often said my
pussy belonged to him, - hell, it was practically his mantra at this point –
but this was different.  It seemed more intimate, more like we were in a
relationship, and I berated myself internally as Aiden rubbed his erection
against my ass.

It doesn’t mean anything, Lina.  Aiden’s
just doing his usual alpha male thing.  The guy likes to mark his territory and
that’s you.  That’s all you’ll ever be to him and don’t forget it.

Aiden kissed the side of my neck and slid
his hand out of my pants.  “Good.”

“Aiden?”  I squeezed his arm when he tried
to step away.  “You are seriously not stopping now.”

“Of course I am,” he said cheekily. 
“You’ve got painting to do, remember?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re a
tease, Aiden Wright,” I said.

He laughed and pinched me on the ass before
pointing to the wall.  “Paint now, pussy eating later.”

* * *

I sat down on the couch and stared blankly
at the TV.  As promised, Aiden had taken me to bed after we finished painting. 
He had spent nearly an hour with his face buried between my thighs.  I was weak
and trembling from multiple orgasms and begging him to fuck me by the time he
was finished.  He had taken me roughly and I had been a little disappointed
that I didn’t have an orgasm from sex alone. I had wanted to, had even tried riding
Aiden like I had the night before, but just as I was starting to feel
frustrated and inadequate, he had reached between us and rubbed my clit until I
had climaxed.  I was just falling asleep when Aiden had kissed me gently,
dressed and left.

I sighed and flipped aimlessly through the
channels.  I wasn’t feeling depressed and lonely, I told myself.  I hadn’t even
expected to see Aiden this weekend so spending last night and most of today
with him had been a bonus.

I glanced at my watch before standing.  It
was close to dinner and I decided I would have a bite to eat and watch a movie
on Netflix.  My cell phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket, my heart
speeding up when I saw the text from Aiden.

Chinese or pizza for dinner?

What?

Do you want Chinese or pizza for dinner?

You’re picking up dinner?

Yes.

For us?

Yes, Ms. Jones.

I could almost hear the annoyance in his
text and a small smile crossed my face as I texted back.

It doesn’t matter to me.

Good.  Open the door.

A frown on my face, I scurried down the
hall and opened the door.  King bounded past me, pausing to lick my hand,
before disappearing into the kitchen.  Aiden was standing on the front porch, a
six pack of beer in one hand and a large pizza box in the other.

“You already picked up dinner?”

He grinned.  “I did.”

“What if I had wanted Chinese food?”  I
asked as he shouldered past me and headed to the kitchen.

“Do you?”  He asked.

I followed him into the kitchen.  “No,
pizza is good.  Aiden, what are you doing here?”

“Having dinner with you?”  He arched his
eyebrow at me as he pulled plates from the cupboard.

“But you left earlier and I thought…”

I trailed off and he gave me a quizzical
look.  “Thought what, Ms. Jones?”

“Well, that we were done for the weekend,”
I said lamely.

He shrugged.  “I wanted to pick up a change
of clothes and some food for King.”

For the first time I noticed the overnight
bag on his shoulder.  He dropped it to the table before pulling out a large
Ziplock baggie filled with dog food.  He studied Rex’s empty food dish in the
corner. 

“Would it be okay if I used Rex’s food dish
to feed King?  I forgot to bring his dishes.”

I nodded and he poured a healthy amount of
food into the dish.  King, drooling profusely, buried his face into the bowl
and ate enthusiastically as Aiden filled Rex’s water dish and set it next to
the food dish.

“Sorry, he’s bad for drooling,” he said as
he mopped up the trail of saliva with paper towel.

“It’s fine,” I said.  “Aiden, you didn’t
have to come back.  I know you have a busy life and – “

“God, I’m starving,” he said, ignoring me
completely.  “Do you want two slices or three?”

“Uh, two is fine,” I replied.  “Aiden, are
you sure you want to hang out with me tonight?”

“Did you have other plans?”  He suddenly
asked.  “Going back out to the bar with Tracy perhaps?”

“Of course not,” I said.  “Tracy’s still
recovering from her hangover.  I was just going to have a bite to eat and watch
a movie on Netflix.”

“Sounds like fun,” he said cheerfully.  He
handed me my plate of pizza. “I hope you like pepperoni and mushroom.”

“I do.”  I followed him into the living
room and he set his plate of pizza and the beer on the coffee table before handing
me the remote.

“Pick a movie, princess.”

* * *

“That movie was terrible,” Aiden announced
as I shut off the TV.  “You’re never allowed to pick the movie again.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” I said.

“Are you kidding?  If I had known you were
going to pick some third-rate, low-budget horror movie with truly appalling
special effects, I would have picked the movie.”

“Whatever,” I laughed.  “If you think I
didn’t hear you scream like a girl when the serial killer popped up out of the
bushes, you’re wrong.”

“I didn’t scream, Ms. Jones, I merely
gasped in surprise at the obviously rubber axe he was wielding.”

I laughed again.  “What can I say?  I have
a weakness for bad horror movies.”

I grabbed the empty pizza box and carried
it into the kitchen.  Aiden followed me and I checked the time before smiling
at him.

“It’s getting pretty late so I guess I’ll
talk to you later?”

He pulled me into his embrace and nuzzled
my neck.  “Are you asking me to leave, Lina?”

“Uh, well…”

“Here’s the thing, Ms. Jones.  We have two
choices.”  He cupped my breast and kneaded it gently.  “You can send me out
into the dark and freezing cold weather and make me drive home on icy and
dangerous roads, or we can go to your warm bedroom, get naked, and see if we
can make you come from being fucked.”