Aaron’s willpower capsized like the fucking Titanic. He couldn’t believe he’d held out even one full minute with naked Grace sliding up and down on his cock. Purring against his throat. Asking for one night. One night. There was something undeniably wrong about her request. That something was making him anxious, imbuing him with the urge to flip Grace over, take her by the shoulders, and demand to know her game. Or maybe…
Maybe she wasn’t playing a game at all. The attraction to him was there, but anything beyond that—any form of relationship—was undesirable to her. Not so hard to believe, right? No. Not at all. Why would she want anything long term with someone who didn’t know how to express himself, while she…God. While she remained true to herself and her principles, no matter the consequences. How could he assume the most truthful person he’d ever met was lying? That was his shady life experience talking, not his experience with Grace.
He’d underestimated her ability to make decisions before. He’d called Grace crazy while she listened in the closet. He’d questioned her behavior, implied she was abnormal, for crying out loud. No way would he do that again. If she wanted one night with him, he would grasp on to it with both hands and be grateful she’d found him worthy of even a short space of her time.
That permission snapped something loose in Aaron, a green light to devour without holding back. Take her. Take her. She asked for it. Needs it.
With an anguished groan, Aaron levered himself up on one elbow, seizing Grace’s mouth, licking inside the textured perfection without delay. The taste of red wine and sugar made him drunk, made him wild. Especially when Grace kissed him back with zero restraint, their mouths open so wide, it would be considered crude to anyone watching. But there was no one there. No one to watch him debauch this girl in any way he chose. No one there to shake their head and put another notch on his filthy soul for fucking her sweet body on the goddamn floor.
My hands are too tainted to touch her.
But I can’t stop. I can’t stop.
Any hope Aaron had of roping his sanity back disintegrated with Grace’s next move. With his hands busy in her wild hair, Aaron could only lift his hips in consent when Grace tugged down his sweatpants, releasing his heavy dick into the sweltering interior of the sleeping bag, trailing her fingers over the sensitive moist head, breathing an awed sound into his mouth, swelling it further. “I’m warning you,” Aaron grated. “You give me that little I-just-witnessed-a-miracle gasp when I’m slapping my root up against your pussy, it’s going to be a hard ride.”
“Good,” she whispered, looking down at him through hooded green eyes, ribbons and braids falling down around her face. “But…me first.”
Aaron couldn’t look away from her gorgeous image to judge her intention. But when she reached between their bodies, tugging the crotch of her panties to one side, his cock surged uncomfortably and wedged between their bellies. “What are you doing to me?”
“Shhh,” Grace leaned down to feather the reproof over his mouth, licking the seam of his lips, draining him of rational thought. And then she slipped her wet, bare pussy straight up the length of his cock, moaning his name on the way back down. And Aaron forgot the meaning of rational thought, let alone the ability to have it. His focus dwindled down to the primal need to get inside Grace’s body and work her over until she knew nothing but his cock. How it fit, how it fucked, how every ridge corresponded to pleasure points inside her flesh and exploited them. The monstrous tunnel vision stole his breath, made his hands rough and unmanageable as they kneaded Grace’s smooth, cotton-covered ass, the backs of her thighs, urging her to grant him the blessing of another slick ride.
“Again,” he groaned, his eyes riveted by Grace’s plush, swaying tits. “One more time, then…condom, baby. So hard up for your pussy. You’re going to know how miserable I’ve been. My thrusting dick is going to tell you all about it.”
“Yes.” Her body loosed an almost violent tremble on top of him, a sob wrenching from her open mouth, causing concern to penetrate the ferocious blanket of lust wrapped around Aaron’s brain. But she slid up again, she slid up with those damp folds dragging on either side of his too-long-ignored cock—and desire dug its claws into Aaron’s gut, twisting, drawing his balls up with a shock of pain. Grace kept going, up and down, up and down, faster, faster, the whole of Aaron’s erection entering the tugged-aside panties, exiting through the snug waistband, before sliding back in for another hit of paradise. “So good…I can’t…can’t stop.”
The distant quality to Grace’s voice tried to drag him back from the brink of forgetting himself, forgetting everything but pleasure, achieving it, holding on to it. But abstaining from someone he’d wanted beyond reason made it impossible to capture or define what was wrong with their actions. What could be wrong when nothing had ever felt this goddamn good in his life?
Aaron reached up, fisting the back of Grace’s hair and guiding her down to his mouth, the ensuing kiss voracious, her grinding glides up and down his cock turning into something else. The head of his cock squeezed, followed by his full, aching length…and then he rammed into the back of her pussy. “No…” Aaron growled through the inescapable euphoria of being joined with Grace, nothing between them, but somehow responsibility found a way to grip him around the neck, his words forceful but slurred. “Need a condom. Can’t have y’like this.”
Didn’t matter that he was clean. This…Jesus, this was one privilege no amount of atoning for his past, present, and future could earn. No matter how fucking terrible it would feel to pull out of warm, safe…home. The home he could never live in, but would dream about for the rest of his pathetic life.
Above him, Grace’s mouth was dropped open, her expression pure, beautiful hedonism. A vision of her dancing beneath the moon, laughing up at the snow, hit him fast and hard in the chest, knocking his determination askew, a guttural shout breaking from his mouth when she fell onto his chest, her hips pumping with breathy sobs, fucking him bareback. “I’m sorry, I know I need to stop,” she breathed into his neck. “Help me.”
Aaron’s hands closed around Grace’s hips, intending to ease her off. Just long enough to grab the closest piece of latex protection and get back inside her body. Instead, he urged her down onto his impaling dick, gritting his teeth over the tight journey. “One more time. One.” Grace made a sound of relief, rolling her hips and taking him to the hilt, grinding down. “I told you,” he said. “I told you I was a bastard.”
At that, her half-closed eyes sprung wide, her head shaking in denial. “No, you’re not.” She treated him to a long, thorough tongue kiss, riding his cock all the while. “Or if you are, you’re my bastard.” Her breath caught. “For t-tonight.”
The reminder of his one-night-stand status in Grace’s eyes gave him the surge of inescapable reality he needed. Not just reality, but…self-directed anger. That he couldn’t be the man to give her more. Make her want to dance every night in a field and compliment her on looking pretty, instead of threatening to come after her, make her sorry. Tonight he could be that man. Tonight he could be the only one she saw, but he would do it right, goddammit. She deserved that much and more from him.
With a growl of determination, Aaron pulled out and reversed their position, turning Grace onto her back with enough force to startle a whimper from her lips. He promptly swallowed the sound, while reaching for the discarded dress pants folded to the sleeping bag’s right, knowing there was a condom in the front right pocket. Need to get back inside her. Now now now. “That was very bad, Grace,” he chided against her mouth. “Like it skin on skin, do you?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed, licking kiss-bruised lips, grazing his lower one in the process. “That was my first time doing it. You just felt so amazing…I’m—”
“Stop.” Invisible pressure exerted itself on Aaron’s chest, but with a major effort, he forced away the pride brought on by Grace’s confession. The disbelief over her almost apology. “Stop saying you’re sorry for letting me test out your hot pussy. I fucking loved it.” Finally having located the condom, he ripped the foil packet open with bared teeth. Before he covered himself, though, he slapped the insides of her legs with his heavy, bare length, loving the sound it made, the way her jaw slackened. “Or can’t you tell by the way I’m dripping precum on your thighs?”
Grace seemed to hold her breath as Aaron covered himself in latex, the thin barrier tighter than usual around his ready flesh. God, had he ever been this thick in his life? Never. It was as though his body had reached peak wakefulness. Or he’d been half asleep his entire life, waiting for the one body, the one person that magnetized him, brought him out of his self-imposed coma.
Don’t think like that. You’re damning yourself.
He looked down between their bodies, turned on within an inch of his life to find Grace still wearing the sodden, twisted panties. The ones that had housed his cock as it slid over her clit. With more force than intended, Aaron shoved the underwear to one side and rammed his cock into Grace’s entrance, clapping a hand over her mouth to minimize the scream that erupted. His own animalistic groan was barely captured by clamping his teeth so hard into his lower lip, blood could be tasted on his tongue. He was forced to breathe through the heave of release his balls sorely needed and almost produced. Forced to envision finishing without pleasuring Grace to calm himself down. And as soon as the torrid near-requirement to climax passed, Aaron curled his elbows beneath Grace’s knees and fell forward onto her body, bucking his hips in cruel slaps, unable to slow down.
“Tight, firm, and giving all at once,” he said through his teeth, mouth shoved into the curve of her neck. “You’ve got a triple threat between your thighs, don’t you, baby? I’m beginning to think you wake up like this. Dripping wet. Ready for me to take you down. Lap you up. Make me look at you and think of a dripping hot tongue fucking from behind while you whine into a pillow.”
Aaron heard Grace’s labored breathing in his ear and realized how much pressure he’d dropped on her slight body. God, he’d lost all self-awareness, every shred of decency. How could he be decent when their connected bodies were the farthest thing from decent? His dick stretched her so wide, he could detect the strain to accommodate him. This high on pleasure, his base would be ruddy, his head so swollen, she would have to work to get her mouth around it. Yet she was wet as hell. Criminally wet. All but daring him not to bang the sweetness out of her. Begging for it.
The temptation to hand the reins to his depravity, allowing his baser instincts to run the show, was right there, called to him, ordering him to claim Grace hard enough to make an impression that would last beyond one night. But when she wheezed beside his ear, Aaron’s heart constricted, a voice in the back of his mind calling him a monster. In a swift movement, he transferred his weight onto one elbow.
“No,” Grace protested, banding her arms around his back, face glowing in the lantern night. “Press me down, don’t let me move. Take me hard. So hard. I want what you want. I need the same thing you need.”
Time seemed to stand still, their mouths poised a breath apart, gazes locked on each other. And Aaron felt it. Felt the ground shaking beneath them, rattling the locked cages inside his chest, springing doors open and allowing emotions he didn’t recognize—didn’t know by name—to run amok. “Grace,” he whispered. “It’s a jailbreak.”
A dazed smile formed, bowing her lips. She reached up and traced his brow with her thumb and he couldn’t think or move or get air into his fucking lungs. How was anyone so beautiful? How did the earth sustain the power of her? “It’s so much better—”
“When I say things out loud,” Aaron finished for her, his tongue feeling thick. “I need you to say more things right now, baby. You’re so goddamn, out of this world gorgeous, my mind went blank.”
She lit up like an entire city block after a power outage. “Thank you.”
More words. More stupid, unrehearsed, dangerous words and promises tried to climb out of his mouth, but he blocked them in. “More, please. Say more.”
Christ. Maybe Grace really did know exactly what he needed—a detour into dirty—because an innocent expression descended over her features, the walls of her pussy constricting at the same time. Hard. The unexpected contrast made the strength in his arms waver long enough to drop him back down, into the welcome softness of Grace’s curves, a groan rippling through his vocal cords. “When you came back from running today…” Her eyelids dropped. “When you stood a certain way, I could see the outline of your…cock.”
She whispered the last word, as if in reverence, and Aaron had no choice but to bear down with the fat organ in question, shoving it deep into Grace’s pussy, taking his time drawing it back out. “Yeah? Did you think about how it would feel?”
Her nod was vigorous. Earnest. That breathless honesty sent a renewed slide of lust to the hurting flesh between his legs. “I thought—”
Grace broke off on a sharp moan when Aaron drove into her with increased force, the sopping wet panties beginning to tear. “You thought what?”
“I thought I would like it…for you to come and take my hand, and lead me somewhere. Everyone would watch us leave, knowing. And when we got somewhere private, you would push me onto my knees and ask for my mouth.” Her voice was hypnotic, like someone in a dream state, even as it shook with each of his thrusts. “I wanted to taste the salt on you. Wanted to feel your sweat drip on my back, my head—”
“That’s enough. No more.” His voice emerged deep and unnatural. “No more.”
“Tell me.” She arched her back, spreading her thighs wider so he could press deeper, tighter, merging them into one machine fashioned from slick, greedy flesh. “Tell me you would have come to the cabin and led me here. It’s the truth, isn’t it? You would have come and gotten me. Right?”
“Yes,” he gritted into her hair. “Yes, and if you’d gone home, I would have driven there and knocked on your fucking door again. Banged you against the entry wall in your nightgown. No one is going to make you off-limits to me, goddammit.”
Too much. He was revealing too much. Presenting a weakness. Her. But he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t dam the flow of honesty when his body was in a state of pleasure or die, a plane he’d never thought existed. “No one can do that,” she moaned, her legs shooting together, toes curling against the flesh of his pumping ass. “No one can make me off-limits.”
“You are, though, aren’t you?” Rage filtered in, teaming with possessiveness to increase his aggression, until he was pounding into Grace without restraint. “But I have the perfect alibi, don’t I, if someone questions me and I don’t want to lie?” Aaron dropped his touch between their bodies, stroking Grace’s clitoris, her inner walls quickening in response. “Sir, you have my word, her panties never once came off. They stayed up on her pussy and ass where they belong.”
She hit her climax like nothing he’d ever seen. He could actually feel himself being milked between her thighs, again, again, tighter, again.
“Oh Jesus, baby,” Aaron gritted out. “If that’s the kind of thing that makes you come, we’re going to get along just goddamn fine.”
Her fingers raked down his back, finding his ass and rocking him closer, making a sound of pure unapologetic pleasure, grinding his cock into her clenching center until his own limit was hit, pressure building to the point of fucking agony and releasing. Releasing. Tearing growls of satisfaction from Aaron he’d never made before, turning his hips into a blur of flesh, desperate to wring every last ounce of perfection free. And still she rolled their bodies together, as if she didn’t want it to end. Neither did he. God, never. Why did it have to?
“Grace,” he managed, his weight going dead on top of her sweaty body. Instead of complaining, she banded her arms around the breadth of his covered back, pressing her mouth into his shoulder, whispering words he didn’t deserve. Words of praise. Nonsense about white thermal T-shirts and sweatpants. Finally, when he could feel himself wanting to take advantage of the enjoyment she experienced at taking his full weight, Aaron eased to the side, holding his breath when she snuggled in beneath his arm, laying her palm on top of his chest.
“Just say what you’re thinking,” she whispered.
“I never took my shirt off.” He shook his head, mostly because the mundane observation sounded ridiculous after the intensity of what they’d done. “It just seems like a wasted opportunity to feel you everywhere.”
God, he was fucking off the deep end. Why didn’t that panic him like it should have? Especially when he felt Grace’s mouth move into a smile against his shoulder. “Better late than never.” She took the hem of his shirt, urging him up and removing it. Then slowly, so slowly, they lowered back down into the sleeping bag, Grace taking her place once again up against his side. Her breasts were firm, but so sweet and soft, the hollow of her belly curving to his hip. “Better?”
Better? Aaron’s pulse had slowed to a lethargic pace, while his heart had taken the opposite tactic of complete disarray. Weren’t those two things connected? Maybe his mind had hijacked his body. “Better,” he said in the century’s understatement. “Grace?”
She yawned. “Yes?”
Just say it. She liked when he said things with no forethought. Tomorrow he could go back to being the planner, the thinker, the action guy. “I would protect you from a bear. You’re safe from bears.”
Her fingertips had been trailing up and down his stomach, but they stilled now, curled into her palm, dragged sideways, and pressed against her mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Good night, Aaron.”
“Good night.”