Chapter 5

 

“Vacation, huh? Where are you from?” I don’t go for the obvious fuck here, regardless of how hard my dick seems to be.

“Southport.” I look over at her with surprise.

“No shit? I’m from Eaton.” Her eyes brighten up when I say that. We aren’t more than thirty minutes apart.

“Why here? For vacation, I mean.” Shrugging her shoulders, I laugh.

“You got awful silent, darlin’. Scared?” Her stature changes. She hardens herself up slightly before looking over at me.

“You don’t scare me, Roc. If you wanted to do something to me, you would have already done it.” Fire rips its way through me. Why the hell do I find it so hot when a girl talks to me like that?

“You think so? What if I was holdin’ off?” She shakes her head and I reach for her cheek. Cupping it in my hand, she jerks slightly.

“Tell me somethin’, Aria. If I was to throw you down right here, and fuck you senseless, would you scream?” My tone is even. She wouldn’t know if I was joking right now or not. Hell, I don’t even know the answer to that.

She swallows hard before she answers me.

“Is that your plan?” I let my free hand roam to her hip, slowly moving around to her back. Her skin ignites in bumps as my fingers travel over her.

“I’ve been wonderin’ what you have under here all day.” She sucks in a breath when I run my fingers under the waist-band of her shorts.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Oh, like hell. She isn’t going to walk away from me.

“It’s a vacation. Live a little.” Her eyes flare with something I’ve never seen. They almost look to be issuing me a silent challenge.  Ok, then. Challenge accepted.

“Let’s go back to my room. Your girls are safe.” The strain in my pants is getting harder to avoid.  Aria looks at me before closing her eyes briefly.

“You’re right. Lead the way.” I stand here in shock. I didn’t expect her to say yes. In fact, I thought I was going to have to fight for her ass. I had my game plan all ready to go, too. I grab her hand in mine and head toward the hotel. I stop off to say hi to a few guys I know, but they won’t be deterring my plans for this evening. I want this girl naked–on my face.

Angel steps out of another room the closer we get to mine.

“Limp dick.” I didn’t miss that comment. Dropping Aria’s hand, I spin around, grabbing Angel by the throat.

“I don’t remember it that way.” I growl in her face when Aria steps up next to me. Her fingers grip my dick through my jeans.

“It seems fine to me.” Holy shit–I’m about to lose it.

“You wouldn’t know shit.” Angel’s voice comes out choked. I just smile down at her.

“See that. That’s how a real woman does it.” Releasing Angel, I grab Aria once more, heading to my door.

 

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“Don’t get all shy on me, now.” Aria has stepped back slightly now that I have her in my room. No fucking way is that going to happen. Her eyes dart around the room but lock onto the unmade bed. I can tell that she is having an internal war.

“You have one doubt about this, you better walk now.” Yanking my cut and shirt off, her eyes dart to my chest.

“What are the wings for?” Eyeing my tattoos, I step toward her slowly. It’s taking everything in me–to not grab this girl–and fuck her the way I want to.

“Angel wings. My mom died when I was born. It’s the only thing I knew about her. She was an angel.” Her hand comes up to my chest. She lets her fingers roam over the tattoos. I close my eyes, letting the feel of her slip inside of me. Her touch isn’t like anyone else’s. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

“That’s a beautiful way to remember her.” Her voice has dropped down to just a mere whisper. The way her fingers move over my chest, I have to keep my eyes closed.  The lower they travel, the more I try to keep control of myself.  It’s as though a switch has been flipped inside of her. That shy girl that was just debating this, is now taking the lead. I don’t stop her either. Aria’s fingers work to unbuckle my jeans. I just stand back and let her do it. I pry my eyes open and watch her as she bites into her lip. Her hands have stilled. She’s looking for a sign that it’s ok for her to continue. She doesn’t need that with me.

“You got your hands dirty now, sweetheart. Take what you want.” My voice is low and gravelly. Her eyes sparkle with the hint of a smile.  Her fingers get back to work. She lowers my jeans, taking my boxers with them.  My rock-hard dick stands at attention, begging for his moment.  The tip glistens with pre-cum from what she just did to me, just from her touch. Aria’s eyes lock with mine. I give her a small nod before she slides to her knees.

Her little hand grips my base before I feel her hot–wet–tongue, flick over the tip. I suck in a breath loving the way she feels touching me.

Her other hand cups my balls before she slides her mouth all the way down my shaft.

“Fuck!” I growl, but I can’t stop my hands from wandering into her hair. She feels too damn good wrapped around me. I knot my hands in her hair to guide her as she takes me deeper.