8.
ELLIE
It felt as if, against all odds, everything was suddenly right with the world.
I'd come out expecting to be told that I just needed to power through, no matter how miserable it made me, and I was coming back with my fingers laced through Aaron's, not planning on leaving his bed all night.
We walked through the lobby hand-in-hand, and I couldn't stop myself from looking around, wondering who could see us. The hotel was swarming with cast and crew, but Aaron didn't seem to care. He strode through with a grin on his face, and had the nerve to say, "Did you want to get room service?" as we passed by the bar.
I could only giggle and walk even closer into his side.
All the barriers seemed to have evaporated. I wasn't interested in acting anymore, and so I didn't give a shit how people thought I got into it in the first place. It just didn't matter anymore. And for whatever reason, Aaron had decided to throw caution to the wind and stick a middle finger up at the tabloids.
I figured it was only a matter of time before he decided he was making a massive mistake and tried to save face, but I needed him so badly that I couldn't bring myself to care right now. I didn't bother telling him that if he went back on this my heart would probably be shattered in two, and I didn't make him promise me anything.
I was just going to have him for tonight, and treasure those memories forever.
When this movie was over, and we inevitably parted ways, I'd put it all behind me. I'd lock it all into a box and try my best to move on. Start a new chapter.
It was the first time I'd come into his room this turned on and hadn't just been shoved straight into the door, his body pressed against mine and our lips devouring each other. This time, he took me by the hand and toward the bed. It was almost weird seeing that his room was basically identical to mine.
Aaron sat on the edge, and I straddled his legs, my hands on either side of his face. Right then, I couldn't imagine never seeing him again.
He'd managed to mean so much to me in such a short space of time that it was almost overwhelming.
But instead of admitting that, I just kissed him. I cupped his face in my hands and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, trying to put all the emotion into it that I refused to put into words.
I nipped his bottom lip and wrapped my arms so tight around his neck that we were pressed completely against each other. It went quickly from almost awkward to smoldering. His cock was hard between my legs, and I was grinding against it through his pants, already sick of the cloth barrier between us.
It was there, though, lingering in the back of my mind that this was the only time this would happen between us. Should I be taking it slow, or quick? Should I be trying to drag it out so that I got to see and taste every inch of his body, or should I just stop thinking and let things happen naturally? Let passion take over and ride him hard and fast like my body was begging me to.
It was Aaron who pulled back, resting his forehead against mine, heavy breaths fanning against my mouth. "Wait, wait," he said. My heart sank. Was I not even going to get that once after all? "I just... I just need to make sure you're serious about this, Ellie. I really like you, a lot, and I can't go back from this without it hurting me. I need to know this isn't just one night for you, or just a casual thing."
"I'm serious about this. I'm serious about you, Aaron. I want this more than anything I've ever wanted." I could have almost cried with relief, and I kissed him again, crushing my lips against his, my nails dragging against his skin as I struggled to get his shirt off and start touching him.
We'd made each other cum, but I'd never really gotten to touch him. It had always been rushed those times, but now I had all the time in the world and I wanted to hurry up and get him naked so I could spend that time loving his body.
I unbuttoned his shirt in a rush, and then started working on his pants, dragging them and his boxers off his legs, before standing to marvel at his muscles.
"Lie down," I instructed, getting off him so he could lie at the top of the bed, and I could straddle him. I'd gotten him out of his clothes, but I was still fully dressed, and I liked the power it gave me as he looked up from under hooded eyes.
His hard cock was between my thighs, but I didn't let it touch anything as I started kissing down his body. My tongue and teeth worshipped every inch of muscle on his chest and stomach, and soon was I skirting around the edge of his cock, nipping at his inner thigh and running my tongue lightly over his balls.
"You're a tease," he said, voice ragged. "And I'm going to rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard it hurts."
My pussy clenched, but I didn't stop. I ran the tip of my tongue up his shaft from base to tip, watching him fist his hands in the bedsheets with satisfaction.
His cock was so big I could barely take all of it, but I was going to because the reaction I'd gotten from him in the dressing room had been a bigger turn on than anything he could have done to me.
When I started sucking slowly on his tip, he bucked his hips and caught me by surprise, forcing his cock almost completely into my mouth. I'd never given much head before, but with Aaron, it was one of the hottest things I could imagine. I watched his face as the pleasure spasmed over it, and just wanted to see more; wanted to know that I was making him feel like that.
Now, though, he denied me. He pulled me up by my hair until I was kneeling over him. "I know you like my cock in your throat," he said, voice silkier than I'd ever heard it. "But sometimes you can't always get what you want. You lie down."
He flipped us over, and I was left on my back looking up at him, my chest heaving as I tried to control my breathing. My panties were soaked, and I was almost embarrassed as he pulled them and my skirt off.
But then he said, "So wet for me, my little slut," and I wasn't embarrassed, just more turned on than I'd ever been in my life.
He pulled my blouse apart, not bothering to spend the time undoing the buttons like I had, and unclipped my bra with expert sleight of hand.
We were both naked now, and he kissed down my body just like I'd done to him, taking my nipples in his mouth and sucking and biting until I was a mewling mess beneath him. I spread my legs wide, lifting my hips off the bed in an attempt to get some friction, but he was giving me nothing.
Any nerves I had were gone; all that mattered now was getting his cock inside me.
"Please," I begged, trying to appeal to that part of him that obviously loved having me under his control. "Please. I need it, Aaron."
He hummed, mouth still latched onto my nipple, and finally trailed his fingers down my body until they were playing with my lips. He looked up, releasing my breast and looking at me with dark eyes. "You look like you need it," he said, dipping his fingers inside me for just a moment and making me whimper.
"Aaron."
"We have all the time in the world, baby. I don't plan on getting out of this bed all night."
I was gnawing on my lower lip, trying to give him my best puppy dog eyes. "I can't take this all night."
He dipped his fingers into me again, curling up them and making my back arch as he hit just the right spot. "You don't think you could take this all night?" He rubbed his thumb against my clit as he said it, and it only took seconds for me to come apart, my attempt at a sexy response garbled as euphoria took over.
His fingers swirled on my stomach as I breathed hard, trying to come down from the high.
I didn't want a reprieve, though, and I took Aaron's cock in my hand, pumping him up and down a few times before straddling him. He reached into his bedside table and grabbed a condom, and I worked it over his shaft, before working myself over it.
It was a tight fit, and I went slowly, loving the way his face had gone from smug to slack in an instant. His fingers dug into my hips and I knew he was resisting the urge to force me down, bury himself inside me.
He didn't, though, he let me test his size, before I started riding him slowly. And after a while I was going slowly just to tease him; to watch his face spasm every time I sat down fully, but only stayed there a second before pulling up and bouncing on just his tip.
"You're a tease," he accused again, finally getting fed up of my antics and flipping us over. "You don't deserve to fucked like this." And he bucked into me hard and fast, making me throw my head back with a loud moan.
There was nothing tame about how we fucked; I raked my nails down his back, and his fingers were bruising on my hips and thighs.
His breath sped up in my ear, and he was cursing low and raspy with every stroke inside me. He was close, and I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, biting his earlobe, whispering dirty promises in his ear.
He fell against me with all his weight as he came, and I loved the feeling of it; being crushed beneath him.
I linked my arms around his neck and peppered kisses across his shoulder, the only thing I could reach.
"We should have been doing that a lot sooner," Aaron said as he rolled off me, pulling me into his side and cradling me there. "I'm an idiot."
I laughed, drawing nondescript patterns on his chest with my fingertips. Without the desire gnawing at me, I could properly appreciate those solid muscles. "You weren't the only idiot. At least we learned our lesson."
He pressed a kiss to my temple. "I definitely don't plan on letting you go."