Endgame (29 page)

He thought too much, too. “Yes, but trust me, I’m going to scream for you to fuck me harder, and you’d better step up to the plate.”

He paled just a little. “Maybe I need one. Do I need one?”

“You’re going to be amazing, Aaron.” She flipped over and clasped her hands behind her back. “You going to fuck my ass or not.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He attached the other handcuff to her wrist, behind her back. “But the idea of you helpless under me makes me harder than hell. I want you so fucking bad.”

Shivers ran up her spine, heightening her need for him. “Then fuck me.”

He hesitated, and she turned her head to see his shoulders stiffen with conflict. “Fucking instead of making love means you’ll get hurt.”

Other way around, punk.

“It’s just a word, Aaron. You don’t intend to hurt me. You intend to give me sweet pleasure, no matter what you call it.” She trusted him because he was Aaron, gentle and sweet, with nothing more than her best interests in mind—in bed and out. “I trust you more than any other man right now.”

“You do?” His question was laced with shock, surprise, and pride, all at once.

“Yes, and I want Aaron James to fuck Amanda Galen within an inch of screaming bloody murder.” She struggled to her knees and presented her ass to him, her breasts pressed to the cool sheets. “It makes me feel very desirable when you talk dirty, just like when I tell you to go to your knees, right? You feel that pull, vulnerable yet so wanted, yes?”

“Yes.” His hand skimmed her hip, his lips pressing a hot kiss there.

“Then what do you want to do to me, love?

His fingers trembled a little as they skimmed along the curve of her back. “I want to fuck your ass.”

“Yes,” she whispered, thighs quaking, pussy clenching with need.

“Hard, until you scream bloody murder.” His lips connected with the dimple above her ass, and she jumped at the shock of his hot mouth there. “I love your ass. So firm, yet the skin is so soft and pale.”

His finger trailed along her folds, dragging through her juices to slide deep into her pussy. “I love the view from the back. So wet, everything right there, begging to be touched or licked. Fucked. So beautiful, Charlotte. You’re an incredible woman. All hard in the right places.” His fingers tickled her clit, then his tongue stabbed into her core, sampling her wetness. He groaned. “Soft and hot in all the others.”

He rustled in the bag, flipped a cap, and squirted the lube. “Strawberry,” he said, smacking his lips. The lube was cool on his fingertips as he smeared it over her already soaked pussy. He licked her throbbing flesh, his tongue darting as far up her slit as possible. “This is better than dessert.”

“Yes,” she moaned, rocking back against his tongue.

“Patience.” He squirted more lube. “Let’s try this.”

Cool, slick plastic stretched her pussy inch by inch. It wasn’t huge or thick but enough to hit her G-spot and fill her nicely, and the control end wouldn’t interfere. She’d feel full when he finally slipped into her ass. She shifted her hips in anticipation. “Fuck me. Spank me.”

“I don’t know if I can spank you.” Aaron sounded doubtful as he turned the vibrator on, the gentle hum just enough to wake her nerve endings.

“Try.” She squirmed, panting. If he could spank her, she’d come instantly. Already the need tightened inside her pussy, threatening to burst on contact.

He crowded closer to her side. His palm smacked down on her ass cheek, and he shuddered, his thigh pressed to hers. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

She fought of moan of despair. That one blow was gasoline to the fire in her belly. “It’s okay. You’re doing great, Aaron. I’m so wet and needy, just for you. Come, put on a condom and fuck me.”

A condom packet ripped, latex rolled, and Aaron squirted out more lube. He climbed up onto the bed behind her and dragged the head of his cock along her folds. “You’re a little high, Char. Can you drop down?”

She spread her legs, and he grabbed her hips to support her. He rubbed his cock along her folds again, his fingers pressing hard into her skin over her hipbone. “Tell me how.”

“Use a finger first, then two. Lots of lube.”

He slipped one, then two lubed fingers in gently, the stretch intense, pleasurable. Every nerve ending danced with anticipation. If he fucked her ass like he fucked the rest of her, she was going to come hard.

He pumped his slick fingers into her tight hole. “Char, I can feel the vibrator, down below.”

“You’ll feel it on your cock, too.”

“Jesus,” he muttered, pumping his fingers in an easy rhythm that left her hungry for more. She had to have him deep in her ass, now.

“You ready? I am. Just slow and easy. It will be very tight so try to think boring things right from the get-go.”

The head of his cock replaced his fingers, nudging against her puckered hole. She relaxed her inner muscles, blowing a gentle breath out. First the tip, then the head eased past that tight ring.

He paused, trembling. “Okay?”

“Love, yes.” Her inner thighs trembled, too. She wanted to grab something other than her own fingers at the base of her spine. She dragged her cheek across the bed, wiping the bead of sweat away.

Another inch, two, and then he was fully seated, deep inside her, the slight burn amazing, the perfect accompaniment for the hum of the vibrator in her pussy. He whooshed out a deep breath and curled over her so his quivering stomach pressed to her hands. He hugged her to him, his breath hot and rapid over her skin.

“So tight,” he muttered. “It’s so much tighter but different. Your ass wraps the entire length of my cock.”

“Go ahead, thrust,” she urged, breathless, needing him to move. “Can you finger my clit?”

His hand curled around and found her hard nub. He strummed and withdrew his cock an inch, then settled back in.

She groaned in frustration, needing his balls to slap her pussy, to ram the vibrator in. “Harder. Faster.”

“Say please,” he whispered, his lips on her spine.

“You want me to beg?”

“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin, licking down each vertebra. “I just want to sit here all night. I never want it to end.”

“My knees can’t take you sitting there all night.” Neither could her throbbing pussy or ass.

“You want to come? Let’s go for an orgasm while I sit here. I’m happy just letting your ass clench my cock.” He strummed her clit faster, his fingers pressing a little harder. Then the pressure stopped and those fingers traveled back to pump her pussy with the vibrator. “Feel good? Come for me, baby.”

She was about to retort something rude when an orgasm crept up from deep inside her, the explosion a pleasant surprise. Instead, she moaned, riding the waves as her core clenched around the plastic vibrator. She wanted his cock there, now. Actually, she wanted his cock in her mouth, too, but there was only one.

“Fuck me,” she whispered as the contractions lessened. “Go for another.”

“If I pump, I’m spent,” he said through gritted teeth. “I want you to come again before I fuck you. Don’t move.”

His fingers found her clit, and he strummed again. His other hand slowly spun the vibrator inside her, then pushed it in, pulled out. “I can feel this thing fucking you. I can’t imagine if this were another man. I’d feel his cock inside you.”

“Would you like that?” The fantasy of Aaron fucking her with another man excited the hell out of her. She squirmed despite his order not to move. He probably didn’t need to know Jake and Chase had fucked women together.

“Be still,” he growled. “I don’t want to share you. Ever.”

Though the thought of Aaron sharing her excited her, the fact that he wanted to claim her for himself was the best aphrodisiac. The orgasm that had been building again accelerated and slammed into her, leaving her gasping as the pleasure tumbled over her in stronger waves this time. She moaned and might have screamed his name, the pleasure too intense to think straight.

“You’re going to make me come, and I haven’t done anything yet,” he panted.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, quaking, her knees so weak. “Fuck me, please. You can come now.”

Aaron couldn’t believe he was here, balls deep inside Charlotte’s tight ass and loving every second of it. It wasn’t the act, just like she’d said. Yeah, he was loving places he probably shouldn’t. But her hands splayed out on his stomach from their cuffed position, needing to touch him, the tips of her fingers caressing when he made contact. His name was a breathless whisper on her lips often, something he wasn’t even sure she knew she was saying. Her shudders of bliss were pure joy, the way her inner thighs shook, unable to bear the sweet torture.

He doubted he’d last more than ten pumps, her ass felt that amazing. He took an experimental thrust, slowly at first, every inch of him tight with tension, his stomach hard against her back, his thigh muscles bunched against hers. So tight. He’d thought her pussy was a vise. This was tighter, clenching, maybe because of the vibrator—who knew?

“Please,” she whimpered, trying to shove back on his dick, urging him on. Her pale skin glowed with perspiration, shoulder muscles flexing as she supported herself on her chest. He steadied himself with a palm on her hip and thrust harder, his own skin slick with sweat, his breathing heavy in that porn star way she seemed to like.

“Come for me, baby. Give me three.” He slid a hand under her torso, between her and the mattress to cup her breast, kneading the flesh, her nipple hard under his fingertips. He kissed her back, her ribs, her side, mouth open, tongue sliding. She was close again from her labored breathing and the way she shook, her ass muscles pulsing.

His hand at her breast slid down, along her firm, quivering stomach to cup her pussy. He zeroed in, taking her clit in his thumb and finger, pinching then rubbing, strumming just the way she liked. Focusing on her clit made him last, though he was damned close, too.

“Yes,” she screamed and came again, her fingers raking his stomach, her ass clenching tighter than ever. Everything became a wave inside her and through that thin membrane that separated them he could feel the contractions of her pussy walls. Her ass muscles wrapped around his shaft, adding to the sensations of tight, velvet heat. It was too much, all of it. He groaned and came, balls throbbing, toes curling. He pumped a few more times, not wanting it to end, her ass milking every bit of cum from his spent cock.

He sighed and pulled out. He wrapped his arms around her waist then collapsed, tugging her to the side, heaving for air. “I think you’re trying to kill me so you don’t have to take me.”

“Mmm.”

He held her for a long moment, her hands spread on his stomach, fingers caressing. No way could she leave him behind now.

“I need to take the handcuffs off.” He reached over and grabbed the bag and the keys. He released the cuffs and rubbed her wrists, then her arms and shoulders, kissing her biceps. He slipped a hand between her thighs and removed the vibrator, too. “I want to just hold you for a moment, is that okay?”

“Mmm.” She wrapped her arms around his and clutched him close to her chest, her feet rubbing together.

“Are you okay? Your feet are doing weird things.”

“Mmm, yes. Shut it.” She rubbed her feet again. “My feet do that when they’re happy.”

So quirky, his Danger Girl. “Three,” he whispered. “I’m an Anderson.”

“You were one before, silly man.” She giggled. “I don’t want you to leave, but you should take care of things.”

“Yeah.” Aaron rose and disposed of the condom and cleaned up, then tended to Charlotte. He liked cleaning her up, seeing he’d made her messy. It always made him feel…responsible. Like she was his, for real. For keeps. “You need a bath or something? I think I read about that somewhere.”

“No, I need you to hold me. I’m too tired for a bath. I’ll be fine.”

Aaron crawled onto the bed, and she scooted around to lay her head on his chest. “That means you’re taking me still, Ma’am?”

“Yes, you’ve earned going.” She kissed his chest. “But you have to behave. Listen. Do exactly as I say, no matter how badly you want to do rogue things.”

“I’ll try.”

“Aaron,” she warned.

He sighed, a long, drawn out affair that he felt in his toes. If he was going to lie big, he should sigh just as big as his orgasm. “Fine.”

“Good punk,” she murmured, her voice close to sleep.

He kissed her forehead, hating lying to her. But if she thought he was going to sit by and twiddle his thumbs while she was in danger, she was crazy. Charlotte was his now, in every way. He protected what was his, no matter what.

It was the Anderson way.

Chapter Seventeen

The plane touched down in D.C. right on time Thursday late afternoon. Charlotte reached across the aisle to shake Jake, still in his facial hair disguise so the two men looked nothing alike.

Aaron smiled sleepily from behind the fake glasses he wore whenever he travelled. He had explained the disguise worked for super heroes and the women seemed to ignore him. Silly, but that was her Aaron. She wanted nothing more than to kiss the silly, sleepy punk in front of Jake. Why couldn’t she, though? Jake knew, and in a few moments, Aaron would no longer be her charge. He’d be…her partner? So she kissed him, enjoying the quick warmth of his lips.

They filed out, collected luggage, and found the car Chase had waiting for them. The plan was to regroup, rest, and be in Chase’s office at nine the next morning. Jake was thrilled to be home, looking like a boy about to get presents from Father Christmas. Stupid man, thinking with his cock.

The car dropped off Jake first. Despite the anger she still felt toward Jake, she leaned and kissed his cheek. She knew he was at odds with Chase about this, too. She’d heard him yelling over the phone earlier. “I love you, you know. Even if you lied to me.”

He gave her a puzzled grin. “I love you, too, sweetheart. But I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Shit, don’t let him suspect.
“I know. I just felt bad for treating you poorly. I realize it’s the job, not how you feel about me.”

He cupped her cheek with his large hand, his thumb brushing her cheekbone in a wide sweep. Yes, he loved her. She saw it in his eyes, the way they softened. Different than how Aaron looked at her, though. A different…feeling. “I’d move the moon for you if I could.”