Touched (25 page)

I felt the head of his dick at the entrance of the open hole. He eased the head in and I moaned loudly. He continued inching forward until he was all in. I bit my lip, stifling the scream that had formed in my throat. He held still not moving, allowing me to absorb the fullness.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

He pulled out and eased back in once, then twice. And on the third stroke he picked up the pace and the penetrating plunges forced me tightly against the window. He reached around and placed his hand on my neck as he continued the punishing blows.

“There you go baby, take it,” he said, gruffly as he removed his hand and grabbed my hips pulling me back to meet his thrusts.

Fuck it hurt. He was too big. How could something hurt and feel so inexplicably good at the same time?

“Ah … fuck, Aiden,” I panted.

“Do you like this Princess? Do you like this big dick in your tight little ass?” he asked, grunting with each solid drive into me.

“Yes baby. It feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I panted.

That prodded him to fuck my ass harder. I screamed and Aiden’s hand quickly clamped down on my mouth, muffling my cries.

“Stop the fucking screaming and take this cock. You said you wanted it, then shut the fuck up and take it.”

My blood was racing. He’d never spoken to me like that and maybe I should’ve been offended by his vulgarity but I wasn’t … it only made me that much hotter for him. I nodded and he removed his hand. He drove his hard length into my ass, each solid thrust pressing my body onto the window. I frantically rubbed my clit … torn between the frenzy of emotions, the indescribable lust, the fear of being caught, the control he exerted over me and the delightfully painful blows into my ass.

The feeling of his thick manhood bursting into me was submergence into a deeper level of my psyche. Each erotic plunge was delivered with a skill that could only belong to this man. I placed both palms on the window to brace myself. The possibility of someone watching, no longer mattered. All I wanted was this. Him. Making me feel this way. The depth of each plunge extended carnal sensations to every nerve ending in my body. It was too much; I was about to explode. My core tightened and I bit down hard on my lip to suppress the screams as my orgasm erupted, violently ripping through me. I trembled uncontrollably as my climax peaked and helplessly fell back into his arms.

“Ah … shit,” he growled, as he enveloped me, his cock pulsing in my ass … spurting, jerking repeatedly as he released his seed.

I felt the harsh warmth of his breath against my cheek as he slowly eased out of me. I felt so fucking open and exposed. My erotic high acquiesced and the pain from the assault of my ass set in. It was bearable but there was a definite difference in the
before
fuck and the
after
fuck. He picked me up and walked to the seat near the window holding me ... cradling me in his arms.

Virginia pouted, realizing that she wouldn’t get what she wanted.

“Is this what I’m paying you for?” he asked.

“Maybe it’s why I keep the job,” I replied.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Aiden and I had only seen each other once in the last several weeks; knowing he would be here for three full days was like a delayed Christmas gift. Tonight was the night I normally had a piano lesson but Aiden would be taking Vincent’s place as my instructor – nothing like being taught by someone as sexy and melodic as my own personal pianist.

“I was fascinated that you had a love of music,” Aiden said.             

“It was like another strand that connected us,” I replied.

“I was looking forward to teaching you.”

“I know,” I said, saddened by the look of disappointment on his handsome face. We were both thinking back to the time when we’d been apart.

“I never really properly thanked you,” I said, remembering the day I’d walked into my condo to find his surprise.

“Yeah, you were pretty pissed at me during that time,” he said.

“That’s putting it mildly. But I’m glad you did this for me; I love it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Princess.” He leaned over to kiss my cheek.             

“So let me see what you’ve learned,” he said.

I couldn’t believe I was so nervous. My fingers were trembling.

He stroked my back, encouraging me. “Don’t be nervous, it’s just me.”

Just him? He made it seem so simple. It was just
him
which is why I was nervous.

I exhaled, placed my fingers on the keys and started playing. I made a few hiccups but I think that was due to the nerves. When I finished, he applauded. “That was wonderful, Aria,” he exclaimed.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, it was remarkable,” he mused. “Just think, a few months ago you could only play a few notes.  Listening to you now, one would never know.”

“Thank you.”

Aiden played something for me and it was absolutely amazing. He started to teach me and my stomach growled. He laughed and I nudged his shoulder.

“Guess we should eat,” he said. “We can do more later.”

“Will you sing that song to me later?” I asked.

“If that’s what you want,” he replied.

“That night at the Esplande was like something from a dream, do you know that? I think about that night a lot, it was beautiful.” I said, walking toward the kitchen.

“I wanted you to know what I was feeling and I knew that singing to you would speak to you in a way that words wouldn’t.”

He was right; the words of that song had a special significance; more than I’d realized until he’d sang them to me. I’d had a fervent love of music for as long as I could remember and when he sang to me, it touched me in a way that I couldn’t explain. They were heartfelt expressions that spoke to my soul. Music always seemed to tap into that part of me that needed to be awakened.  And that’s what he’d done. He’d awakened something inside of me – no longer dormant; it was a burning flame that could never be extinguished.

I started dinner; Aiden didn’t think I could do much cooking that included more than three ingredients and I planned to show him otherwise. It wasn’t that I couldn’t cook, I simply didn’t. When Mom had gone through her depression, I’d taken on many of the parental responsibilities and one of those included cooking for all of us. When cooking was no longer a necessity, I stayed away from it as much as possible; I wanted to block out the memories of my childhood. I knew it was unrealistic but I didn’t want to place much thought into anything concerning my life in Dayton.

I felt as though I was healing. Aiden’s presence, his patience and his love had brought a depth to my life that I didn’t think possible. I was the happiest I’d ever been since … since before my father disappeared. The loss of my parents was something that I needed to accept, but in a healthier way than what I’d done in the past and I was ready to do that. I was ready to move on and build a life for myself that included more than work and solitude. 

I walked to the kitchen to finish our salads and check on the main course. I loved Thai food and so did Aiden so I was sure he would love the meal.

Aiden stepped behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my hair. I leaned back into him.

“I like this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Coming home to you. You preparing a gourmet meal for your hard-working man.”

“Well it’s definitely not a gourmet meal. And as for you being
hard-working
, I never see you do much more than harass your employees.”

“Since we’re being honest, I’m actually skeptical about the cooking; I just wanted to give you a vote of confidence. As for the harassing, you’re the only employee that I enjoy harassing.”

I turned to face him. I pointed a finger as I accused him. “I knew it! I knew you did all of that shit on purpose.”

“What?” he asked, laughing. “I had to do something. My normal tactics failed on you.”

“What normal tactics?” I asked.

“Just showing up and flashing this sexy smile, usually works every time.”

“What an ass,” I said.

“You really should be nicer to me,” he replied.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because I have a special after-dinner treat for you and if you don’t behave, you won’t get it.”

“Maybe I have an after-dinner treat for you that you must be on your best behavior to receive also.”

“Always challenging.”

“I do what I can,” I said, using one of his lines. “Besides, I don’t think you’d have me any other way.”

“The hell I wouldn’t.”

“Really?” I asked, looking at him.

“Really.” All of the laughter was gone, the sincerity of his words displayed in his eyes. He would take me however he could have me, challenging or not.

“I love you Aria,” he said. The first time he’d said those words, I’d rejected them with everything in me; I didn’t want it. But now, seemingly eons later, I relished those words coming from his lips. His patience with me constantly surprised me. His actions, his words, even the way his eyes would covet me. But there were also times he could be cold and very detached. That is the part of him that I couldn’t quite understand. The part of him that kept me on guard.

“Now let’s get me fed so that we can start on these after-dinner treats,” he said.

“Yes, let’s do that because you’ve peaked my curiosity,” I said, grinning.

“As you have mine. But what if I were to tell you that I wasn’t hungry?” he asked.

“No, that’s not working. I made a special meal for you and it’s not going to waste.”

Honestly, I was tempted to skip dinner myself. I’d been practicing with B.O.B. in an effort to give Kingston the reverence he so richly deserved. I mean when it came to cock, Aiden’s should be in the Guinness Book of World Records. He had an incredible tool and he knew exactly how to work it. I wanted to be as sexually fulfilling to Aiden as he was to me, if not more so – if that were possible. I had the highest of confidences in pleasing him with Virginia. I loved seeing the look on his face when I was astride his beautiful body rolling, squeezing and grinding on his cock. The look on his face alone was enough to make me come undone and it quite often did. However, I knew my fellatio skills could stand a little embellishing.  I wanted … no, I needed to give him the best blow job he could imagine. I had watched a few videos for some pointers and I’d also invested in a new toy. I’d found one that was the girth and length of Kingston and had enjoyed several practice sessions. It was called the
natural
and it was advertised as having a realistic hard-on and it was exactly as promised. It was hard and huge, so large in fact that my jaws and lips were soon aching in the same way they did when I was pleasuring Aiden. When my lips or jaws ached, I would take it out to stroke and spit on it. It made me feel so dirty and I loved it. I’d learned to relax my throat and breathe through my nose to avoid my gag reflex but from what I’d gathered, the gagging noise was a huge turn on so I wouldn’t deny him those orgiastic sounds. My end goal was to swallow him whole. I smiled to myself as I thought about how those sessions typically ended with the
natural
plunged deep inside of my aching pussy and I always came … hard. When it came to amazing, self-induced orgasms, I could give classes.

Dinner was ready and I escorted Aiden to his seat. We were beginning the meal with Som Tum. I placed the spicy salad before him and took a seat.

“What?” I asked. He was looking at the food with furrowed brows.

He shook his head smiling as he looked up at me. “Nothing. This looks good. I was considering asking if you really prepared this or will I go over to the trash and see delivery containers.”

“Wow. Really?”

“You’ve never cooked for me Aria so you have to admit, it’s suspect. This looks incredible by the way.”

“I’ve never cooked for
you
. That doesn’t mean I can’t cook. This just may be the first and last time if you don’t hush and eat.”

He lifted the fork and started his salad. I watched as he chewed, awaiting his response.

A slow smile formed on his sexy lips. “This is delicious, Princess.”

“You really like it?”

He had a second forkful and a third. “Hell yes.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.  I started my salad as I watched him eat.

“Wow,” he said, taking a bite of bread.

“Hot huh?” 

“Yes, but I love it hot,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh I know, that’s another one of those strands that connect us,” I said, smiling.

If you were new to Thai cuisine, this would not be a dish to
try;
Tom Sum was a very spicy salad and the main entrée was Tom Yam Goong, also extremely spicy for a palate new to the taste of Thai.

I enjoyed watching him eat. I focused on his mouth as he chewed and when his tongue slid across his bottom lip, I nearly fell out of my chair. I reached for a glass of water and continued to look at him. I was pleased that he was enjoying the salad.

“You’re doing that thing that you do,” he said, taking a sip of water.

“What thing?” I knew exactly what he was referring to. I was staring at him, something I did often. I didn’t want to, well not really. You really couldn’t help yourself though. He was so fucking good-looking that it was nearly impossible to believe someone could look like him. And he had this thing with his eyes that held you and wouldn’t dare release you until he wanted to. 

“You know what thing,” he said.

“Whatever,” I replied, as I took another forkful of my salad. It
was
delicious; definitely restaurant quality, but then again who could mess up a salad? Before the girls came to live with me, I couldn’t recall the last time I’d cooked.  I had to do so much of it as a teenager that I grew to abhor it because of the memories associated with it. Tonight was different. The time I’d spent shopping for and preparing the meal had actually been exciting. That was because I was cooking for him. He made everything exciting. Each moment with him was an adventure. One never knew where the day would lead when he was involved.

“So how was your trip?” I asked.

“It was not without its challenges but I handled them,” he replied.

“Did Brooklyn go with you?” I asked.

“Yes, she’s with me pretty much everywhere I go.”

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“At the hotel. Why?”

“Just wondering.” As much as it appeared to be necessary, I didn’t like her being with him.

“Why are you wondering?” he asked.

“I thought she was at the penthouse.”

“Aria, I’ve told you. No one goes there. You were the first woman, other than family that I’ve ever invited there. That hasn’t and will not change.”

“What about Nadia? The night of the gala? You fucked her. Did you do it in the same bed that you fucked me in?”

His temples flexed. “Aria, why do you do this?”

“Forget it. I already know the answer.” I knew that she was a family friend and she would’ve stayed there regardless if sex were involved. It just so happened, that sex
was
involved and although he and I technically weren’t together when it happened; it bothered the fuck out of me. I also felt silly. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him but I did have a few trust issues when it came to anyone, regardless of gender. That was a scar I couldn’t conceal, another by-product of my childhood.  It wasn’t fair to subject him to my crap. I couldn’t help but wonder when he would tire of it … of me. I’d never had a committed relationship with a man so, of course, I wondered about longevity. Did I have what it took? Did he? Was he even thinking along those terms? This was an entirely new world for me and no amount of reading or reviewing of reports could prepare me for it. I had to feel my way through this and I hated the insecurity it evoked. I was always very confident and strong … but with him, I was in a whirlwind trying desperately to grasp something familiar to guide me but there was nothing familiar here. Even the sex, in which I was quite experienced, was beyond my comprehension. What he did to my body made me feel things I didn’t think possible.