Touched (24 page)

“There you go baby,” he said, as I screamed aloud, the orgasm possessing me.

I felt him harden more as his thick cock pulsed inside me.  He was cumming again.  The first few spurts were inside me; he pulled out and I felt his release plopping on my cheeks.

“You want me to fuck you like a dirty girl?” he asked. “I’m going to make your feel real dirty. I’m going to ruin this pussy,” he said, as he rammed his huge dick back into me.

“Ahhh, fuck,” I panted. The sounds of him smacking the back of my thighs and the wet nasty mess he’d made of my pussy were driving me insane. He pulled his dick out of me and rubbed his cum over my asshole. I held my breath in lustful anticipation of his cock inside my ass. Without warning and without allowing my ass to adjust he pushed inside me.

“Shit Aiden … shit,” I panted, as he moved his big cock in and out of my ass. Ah fuck, it hurt; I lifted my hand and pushed him back but he didn’t stop and the punitive blows he delivered were no less intense.

“Your ass is so tight. Rub your pussy baby,” he whispered.

I reached between my thighs and started rubbing my clit like a mad woman. The pain dissipated as my ass adjusted to his girth. I was about to cum again. Fuck how did he do this shit to me? The way he made me feel was beyond words. I felt the orgasm building.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” I whimpered, as another wave of lust tore through me, my body trembling as it weakened.

“Ah … shit,” he roared. He clutched my ass, digging into me as he relentlessly pounded my ass. I felt him harden, erupting … spilling long and hard into me.

We were lying on the floor panting, spinning in the aftermath of the hottest sex I’d ever experienced. I was on my stomach and he was on top of me. He rolled over to the floor. We were quiet except for the sounds of our ragged breathing. My heart rate gradually subsided and I looked over at him. His skin was beaded with moisture and he was wearing that sexy just-fucked look; he was, without a doubt, the sexiest man to walk the planet.

“Looks like you lost your little challenge,” he said, grinning proudly.

“No. That would be you,” I replied.

“You asked for it, not me,” he said.

“Liar,” I replied.

“I certainly didn’t ask for it; I was preoccupied with work. And in you come, strolling through with your tits and ass hanging out.  You were begging for it. Did you honestly think you were going to parade around like that in front of me and
not
get fucked?  You can’t win them all Aria. Just admit it, you begged.”

He stood and extended a hand to help me from the floor. I grabbed his hand and stood next to him. I was sore …very sore.

“I didn’t say one word, so where did the begging come in?” I asked, looking down at the carpet burns on my knees.

“Maybe not verbally but you begged just the same,” he said, as I looked up at him.

“You were the one who –” he planted a chaste kiss on my lips to shut me up.

He trailed his finger across my bottom lip. “You begged,” he said, and walked toward the bedroom.

“Asshole,” I said, staring after him. I followed him to the bedroom.

He stopped and turned to face me. “You’re going to stop calling me an asshole,” he warned.

I rolled my eyes. He can fuck me like a dirty whore but I couldn’t call him an asshole? Yeah right.

“Otherwise each time you say it, I'll assume it means you want me to fuck you in yours.”

“Well in that case … asshole, asshole, asshole,” I teased.

We laughed as he reached for my hand leading me to the bathroom.

“Don’t we look like the perfect well-fucked couple?” he said, looking at our reflection in the mirror.

“Well-fucked or well-beaten?” I asked, assessing my appearance. I had carpet burns on my arms. I turned to look at my backside. My ass was covered in imprints.

I looked at him knowing exactly what he was about to say. “Don’t joke about shit like that Aria,” I said in a deep voice, mocking him.

“It’s not funny, Aria,” he said, scowling at me. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Why do you only ask that
after
the fact? If I wasn’t okay, it wouldn’t be anything you could do about it now.”

“I could rub you and kiss you softly in the spots that hurt,” he said.

“Are your kisses supposed to make it all better?” I asked.

“Don’t they?”

I started the bath and we climbed in together. He sat behind me and pulled me into an embrace. He kissed my neck and pulled his arms tightly around me. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I replied. It was as automatic as breathing.

We were quiet for several minutes. I nearly dozed off; I was exhausted.

“I don’t know about you but I’ve worked up an appetite,” he said.

“Me too. I’m starved. I haven’t been this hungry in ages.”

We bathed, wrapped ourselves in towels and made a mad dash for the kitchen.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“I like this one,” Bianca said, pointing to the huge douglas fir.

“I think I do too,” I replied.

“I say we get a small one,” Lia said, eyeing the trees on the opposite side of the lot.

“That would look weird Lia … one of those tiny trees in that huge room.” Bianca replied.

“Yeah, I guess. Well, it’s two against one anyway so you guys win but I get to choose the tree topper,” Lia said.

“That works for me,” I said. “Bianca can you go tell him which one we want.  They can deliver it around 4 o’clock. We should be home by then.”

“Okay,” she said, and strolled over to the attendant.

We’d planned to spend the day shopping for Christmas ornaments and trimming the tree. We were extremely excited to share the holiday as a family but at the same time, we were saddened by Mom’s absence. Lia reminded us to be happy; one of us always seemed to remind the other of that at the times we most needed to hear it. This was one of those times.

*****

We’d finished shopping and arrived home just in time for the tree delivery. Christmas carols were playing in the background as we sang along and trimmed the tree. I was enjoying this time with my sisters more than I’d anticipated and judging from the sounds of their laughter and silliness, they were having a great time also. Bianca placed the last ornament on the tree and we stepped back to admire our masterpiece; it was beautiful.

“Okay, Lia do your thing, add the topper,” Bianca said. Lia moved the step ladder closer to the tree and placed the angel on top.  It resembled the angel we’d had several years ago in Dayton. I was sure that’s what prompted Lia’s choice.

“Perfect,” I said.

“Let’s take selfies,” Bianca said, pulling her phone from her pocket. We took several silly pictures in front of the tree. I asked Lia to take one with my phone that I could send to Aiden. He was in Dubai until the end of the week and wouldn’t be home for Christmas. I was saddened by that especially since he’d promised that he would be. I knew schedule changes were unavoidable at times but it was Christmas. Not only was I sad for me, I was sad for him. This life that he’d been living was impossible and unfair.

*****

Christmas with my sisters couldn’t have been more perfect.  Of course, Mom’s absence was profound and it was awkward at times but all things considered, it was wonderful. I couldn’t help but feel guilty for all of the holidays I’d missed … guilty and sad. But I felt that this Christmas was the start of something different, something that would last.

I didn’t go with the hand-made Christmas gifts as I’d planned but we each promised to give it a try next year. I was so excited to watch them open the tiny boxes that held their keys; I’d surprised them both with brand new cars. They’d been sharing the rental car since moving to Boston so they were ecstatic to each have their own.

Lia went to the tree and grabbed the large box with the beautiful silver bow and passed it to me. I looked at the label and saw that it was from Mom, Lia, Bianca and Aiden. I opened it and bawled like a baby; it was the quilt that Mom had started; they’d finished it. My tears led to their tears and we wound up in yet another group hug.

They’d even purchased a gift for Aiden.  We left it under the tree along with my gifts to him. I missed him.

*****

I was lying across the bed ready to surprise Aiden with a FaceTime treat.

“What is that?” he asked, squinting at the screen.

“What do you think it is?” I asked.

A sly smile crossed his lips. “What are you planning to do with that?”

“I plan to use it for its intended purpose. You’re not here to give me what I want so a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“You already know,” I replied. “I want your big cock in my ass.”

“Tell me
how
you want my big cock in your ass,” he said.

“I want you to rub the head of your cock on my pussy like this,” I said, moving the toy along my sex. “I want you to spread my juices all over my lips and I want to feel that beautiful plush head of yours on my asshole.”

“You’re making my dick hard already.”

“Let me see,” I replied.

He stood and unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers to reveal Kingston. My eyes bulged. I knew that he had a very impressive cock and that it was all mine but seeing it on my screen made it seem unreal, as if it were something I wanted but could never have. I licked my lips as I rubbed the butt plug over my pussy. He sat down and stroked his cock as he watched the screen.

“What would you want next?” he asked.

“I would want you to slide it in … just like this,” I motioned, as I pushed the butt plug in my ass. “I want to feel you go deeper and deeper until I can feel your balls on my ass,” I said, pumping the plug into my tight hole.

He began stroking his huge cock faster and I was already about to cum.

“I want to hear you growl my name in desire as you start pounding my tight little ass. And just when you think I can’t take anymore, I want you to pinch my nipples and finger my pussy until I cum with such heat that my ass clenches around your hard cock and you cum inside my ass until your seed is running down the inside of my thighs.”

“Shit, I’m going to cum,” he grunted. I watched as his thick cock erupted, spilling onto the sides and along his hand.

“Mmmm. Fuck yes! Aiden, this is how I want your cock in my ass,” I moaned, cumming hard as I continued pumping the plug in my ass.

*****

I looked up to see Aiden standing in the threshold of my office door and my heart skipped a beat. Damn he was hot and I was so excited to see him. I smiled and bit my bottom lip as I surveyed his six-foot three-inch frame.

“Good afternoon, Princess,” he said, walking into my office. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Raine. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Some very alarming information appeared on my computer a few nights ago and I wanted to inspect it personally,” he said, as he casually strolled towards me. He stopped directly in front of my desk and slipped his hands into his pockets as he peered down at me. I saw the devilish glint in his dark green eyes and Virginia licked her lips in naughty expectation of a reunion with Kingston.

“Stand up,” he said.

I stood and started moving around my desk towards him.

“Don’t. Stay right there. As a matter of fact, step back towards the window.”

I looked at him confused.

“Don’t think about anything Princess, just do as I ask,” he said.

I moved a couple of paces back toward the window and looked at him. He reached for a chair and placed it a few feet away from me and took a seat.

“Have you missed me?” he asked.

“Yes. You know I have,” I replied.

“And your body, has it missed my touch?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Prove it,” he said.

“How would you like for me to do that?” I asked.

“I want to see how your body responds to my presence. Take off your clothes.”

My eyes bulged slightly and I opened my mouth to protest and he shook his head before I could utter one word.

“I really need you to do exactly as I say,” he said, as he sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee. Fuck, he looked every bit the powerful, controlled CEO and it was a major turn-on.

I looked behind me; the back wall was all glass. Anyone could see me.

“I highly doubt anyone would see anything,” he said, replying to my thoughts. “We’re on the 30th floor. Stop procrastinating; take off your fucking clothes.”

His demand, while forceful and daunting, sent a direct injection of lust to a very compliant Virginia. The fierce look in his mesmeric eyes pulled at me, compelling me to follow his command. My heart began racing as I removed one shoe. I swallowed a lump of nerves and reached down to remove my other shoe and placed both on the floor beside me.

I began unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes were locked with his. A sly smile formed on his terribly alluring lips. I’d reached the last button; my blouse fell open and I shrugged it off. I reached behind me to unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out it and reached to unclasp my bra which fell to my feet. His eyes dropped to my breasts. I slipped off my panties and held them in my hand as I looked at him, his eyes traveling the length of my body.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said. “Grab your tits baby.”

I palmed my breasts and tugged on my nipples as he leaned forward. “See, I told you my body missed you. My nipples hardened at the mere sound of your voice baby,” I said, twisting my already tender buds.

“And Virginia, what does she do at the sound of my voice?” he asked.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Turn around and bend over,” he said.

I slowly turned to face the window.

“Spread your ass for me. If I hear what I want to hear, I’ll know I’ve been missed.”

I pulled my cheeks apart and closed and reopened them, the soaking wetness audible.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” I asked.

“Yes, it is. Step closer to the window.”

I did as he told me; I was inches away from the glass. I heard him stand and walk behind me. He pressed my body flush to the window. I jerked slightly at the coldness of the glass. His body was pressed against mine, molding me to the window. He moved my hair to the side and placed his lips on my neck.

“I’ve missed you too, Princess,” he said, as he grabbed my hand and pulled it behind me, resting it on his oversized erection.

“Do you want that?” he asked.

Virginia was throbbing so hard that I could hardly stand it.

“Fuck yes. I want it so, so, so badly baby,” I whined.

He removed my hand and sank to his knees, planting soft kiss on my cheeks. He palmed my behind and spread me open. “Fuck, what a very wet and very pretty pussy,” he said, and slid his finger from my pussy to my ass. He kissed the taut hole once, then twice. I pushed back toward his mouth and he began voraciously lapping and prodding my ass with his tongue.

He planted one final kiss on my ass and placed his hands on my ankles and trailed his way up to my behind; the heat of his touch spellbinding me. His touch was all I wanted, all I needed and the place and time became inconsequential.

“You’re so beautiful Aria,” he said, as he lightly kissed and palmed each cheek, squeezing and then opening me. I heard his sharp intake of breath as he saw the ocean of wetness he’d caused.

“You’re such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Lucky for you, I have the exact thing for a naughty girl such as yourself.”

He licked the firm hole and I responded, grinding my ass on his mouth. He began poking my ass with his tongue as he slowly kneaded my cheeks.

“Mmmm. That feels so good,” I moaned.

“Let’s see what I can do to make it feel better than good.”

He spread me further open obtaining access to my sex and his tongue slid over the wet folds. He dipped his tongue between the silkened slit as I panted, hungry for more. He pressed a finger inside me and then two, plunging deep, stroking the hot flesh. He traced his wet fingers up to my ass and slid the tip of one finger inside. I immediately tensed.

“Baby, relax,” he murmured, as he fingered my cunt with his other hand.

Fuck. I tried to focus on the feel of his finger stroking my pussy but the threat of the other finger was pulling at my mind. He removed his fingers from my sex and stood behind me, his finger easing deeper into the tight hole.  My breathing became irregular as I attempted to welcome his entrance.

“Stop thinking about it, Aria.” His breath was warm on my neck as he reached around to cup my breast.

How could I not think about it? How does one ever prepare for that type of entrance?

He eased his finger forward and continued moving in and out until one finger was all the way in. He was kissing my neck and the feel of his lips and tongue was enough to make me lose all muscle control. He slid an additional finger inside my ass and it hurt; I tensed.

“Baby I want to fuck your sweet ass but I won’t be able to if you keep doing that.”

Don’t you remember how good it felt the last time? I want to make it so much better this time. Don’t you want me to fuck your ass, Princess?” he breathed.

“Yes, I do but –”’

“Shhh. Then say it. Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

“I want you to fuck my ass baby.”

“How do you want me to fuck it?”

“Hard. I want you to fuck it so hard. I want you to make it hurt baby,” I whimpered.

I was so turned on at that moment; all I wanted was his huge dick inside my ass. He continued sucking on my neck as he plunged his fingers inside me. I leaned into his touch relishing the feel of his lips on my skin. He eased his fingers out of me and I heard his zipper. I was on high alert and Virginia was waiting, anxious for her turn, for her long awaited reunion with Kingston.